Two fools
In the classroom at the other end of the corridor, Zhang Kuo was spitting and talking loudly.
Wang Hong and Jiang Shanhai sat side by side, their smiling faces gradually disappearing as their eyes moved from the top of the report card downwards.
Jiang Shanhai looked at his nose with his eyes, and his heart with his nose. He looked straight ahead, and his peripheral vision insisted on not drifting to the side.
"Why don't you look at your transcript?" Wang Hong suddenly asked.
Jiang Shanhai suddenly felt eerie, and a cold wind blew from behind him, making his back feel cold.
He stared at Teacher Zhang intently, muttering quietly to himself, "I'm listening carefully."
Wang Hong snorted coldly: "Really?"
"I thought you knew it a long time ago," she said, swishing the papers in her hand. "No wonder no one took the initiative to inform me."
"I was wondering why you were so sneaky today. It's obvious you're up to no good."
It was quiet around him. Jiang Shanhai quietly lowered his presence, trying to ignore himself and silently said, "Let her be as strong as she wants."
"If Song Shuang's mother hadn't mentioned it, I would still be in the dark. I was wondering why I always felt something was wrong with you," Wang Hong said coldly, "Forget about your pocket money this month."
Sitting up in shock from his dying illness, Jiang Shanhai straightened his chest for a moment as if he wanted to say something, but when he noticed Wang Hong's gaze, he immediately shrank back with a bitter face.
Forget it, it’s my own daughter, so I’ll just take the blame.
After Zhang Kuo finished his speech at the podium, Wang Hong politely exchanged a few words with the parents who gathered around to ask her about the first trick to teaching their children, and then walked towards where the head teacher Zhang Kuo was.
Jiang Shanhai's heart instantly rose in his chest. Ms. Wang didn't even care about her favorite showing-off part. How angry must she be?
My daughter, I'm sorry. Your father has tried his best, but his ability is limited and he can't protect you.
Take care, my daughter.
He tried his best to pretend that he didn't care and followed Wang Hong, listening to their conversation with his ears perked up.
Wang Hong: "Hello, Teacher Zhang."
Zhang Kuo, who was seeing off the previous parent, turned around and said, "It's Jiang Qing's mother. What's going on?"
"Teacher Zhang, you know Nan Yan's father is busy with work. Our two families live close to each other and have a good relationship. I have nothing else to do, so I came here for my son Jiang Qing and to hold a parent-teacher meeting for Nan Yan."
Wang Hong smiled and asked, "Are the children bullied at school?"
"That's not true. Lin Nanyan is the darling of our class. Don't worry, I'm here to watch over him. He won't be bullied." Zhang Kuo also had a smile on his face.
He was the top student in his class, and he would be proud of it if he told others about it. How could he let others bully him? Did he think that Zhang Kuo was just a gigolo?
Wang Hong: "That's good. The children all told me that Teacher Zhang is very kind to them, so I feel most at ease leaving the children to Teacher Zhang."
Jiang Shanhai behind him: ??? Why haven’t I heard of it?
Wang Hong: "The children are in school, and we as parents don't get to see them. Their growth depends entirely on the teachers. Thank you for your concern."
Jiang Shanhai said silently: I have also taken some trouble, and you even deducted my pocket money.
Wang Hong didn't know that Jiang Shanhai was standing behind her as a background, and she didn't care about his complaints. At this moment, she was still asking, "How is our Jiang Qing doing recently?"
Jiang Shanhai captured the key words and the spirit of the moment: Here it comes.
Zhang Kuo subconsciously frowned upon hearing the name. He was also puzzled by the results this time and wondered, "Under normal circumstances, Jiang Qing's grades shouldn't have dropped so much in such a short time."
"Her grades used to be very stable, but this time they've slipped." Zhang Kuo looked up and faced two pairs of piercing eyes. He stumbled and changed the subject, "Perhaps... this is a development for the better."
The more Zhang Kuo spoke, the more he felt that what he was thinking was right: "Think about it, always being a stable straight line is not a good thing. Now it's starting to fluctuate. This time it's down, but next time it might be up."
Wang Hong and Jiang Shanhai, who unconsciously moved over: ...
I really wouldn't dare to dream such a big thing.
Despite the two people's questioning looks, Zhang Kuo became even more certain: "And recently I've noticed that Jiang Qing has been working much harder than before. She often comes to ask me questions, which she never did before. What does this mean?"
"What does it mean?"
Zhang Kuo concluded decisively, "This shows that she recognizes the importance of studying. If she maintains this attitude, her grades will definitely improve next time."
Jiang Shanhai retorted in his heart, nonsense, there is no way back.
No, he suddenly realized that there was still room for regression. What if Jiang Jiang really came back last in the exam?
Stop, don’t think about it, don’t think about it.
Wang Hong agreed very sincerely: "Then I'll borrow Teacher Zhang's good words."
Zhang Kuo was very happy to be recognized. "When the two children were promoted, you specifically asked me to let Lin Nanyan and Jiang Qing sit next to each other. Now they are still sitting at the same table. With Lin Nanyan helping with homework, and you parents also persuading her a little, Jiang Qing's grades may improve next time."
Wang Hong said embarrassedly, "We are the ones who are bothering the teacher. Our two families live close to each other, and our children grew up together, so it would be good for us to take care of each other."
Zhang Kuo understood what Wang Hong meant as soon as he heard it. When she originally made this request, he thought she wanted Lin Nanyan to help Jiang Qing more. Later, as time went by, he realized that it was for Jiang Qing, but more for Lin Nanyan. Only when the children get along well can parents take the opportunity to take care of them.
At least, in the past two years, he had only met Lin Nanyan's parents once, and all other matters were handled by Jiang Qing's parents.
Thinking of this, he couldn't help but feel that his arrangement was perfect, and said modestly: "It's not a big deal, it's just something that comes easily. It's all for the child."
As the two of them were complimenting each other, a clear voice suddenly rang out: "Hello, Teacher Zhang, how is our Song Shuang doing in school recently?"
Wang Hong turned around when she heard the voice. It was a familiar young man with long legs and a tall figure in casual sportswear. She greeted him warmly, "Brother Xiaoshuang, you're here again! Why aren't your parents here? I was thinking we'd catch up after not seeing each other for a while."
Seeing that the conversation here was almost over, Song Qing walked over and replied with a smile: "My parents had something to do today and were busy. I was the only one free, so they sent me out."
Song's father, who stayed at home: ...
Be conscientious in what you say and do.
Wang Hong: "Oh, how can you say you're sending me off? Your parents asked you to go out and move around. I heard from your mom that you've been on vacation recently?"
Song Qing: "Yes, I'm not busy recently. Aunt Wang can come to me if you have anything."
"This child is really good at talking and has grown up well. Auntie won't keep you any longer. If you have anything to say, talk to Teacher Zhang. Teacher Zhang is a good teacher, and Xiao Shuang is also a good child. You guys talk, we'll leave first."
After the two sides greeted each other, Wang Hong pulled Jiang Shanhai beside her and walked out. As soon as they went out, they caught sight of a familiar figure.
Under the huge glass, one was squatting and the other was standing there stupidly, not knowing what they were doing.
"Jiang Jiang." Wang Hong called her.
The person who was called turned around, and Wang Hong saw Jiang Qing's eyes still filled with tears.
She suddenly became anxious, and threw off Jiang Shanhai's sleeve. She quickly walked forward, grabbed him and looked him up and down: "What's wrong? Are you crying? Did someone bully you? Or are you feeling uncomfortable?"
"Tell me, if you're bullied, I'll bully you back. If you're feeling down, I'll take you to the hospital."
Jiang Shanhai was also frightened. He seldom saw his daughter cry, and even if he did, she would usually just pretend to cry and act coquettishly.
At this moment, seeing the poor little one with tears in his eyes due to grievance, he felt distressed: "Yes, tell your parents. They are here. We are not afraid."
Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Song Shuang next to him, also with a pair of big red eyes, and encouraged her, "And Xiao Shuang, I see your brother is here too, he's inside, don't be afraid."
Jiang Qing was stunned by the series of non-stop words and listened to them with a helpless expression.
"I'm fine, I..." Jiang Qing stammered, not knowing how to explain this misunderstanding.
Wang Hong touched Jiang Qing's round head and comforted her: "If you were bullied, just tell me. I knew that your grades dropped this time and you must be hiding something from me. If you have any difficulties, tell me and I won't scold you."
She was afraid that Jiang Jiang would be bullied at school, but she didn't dare to tell her parents, which might lead to serious mental illness.
Song Shuang: ...
Jiang Qing: ...
What is going on? How can two completely unrelated things be connected? Is her mother so upset by her grades?
This won't do. Thinking of this, she ignored her body still buried in Wang Hong's arms, stretched out a hand and struggled to point at the glaring light outside the window, saying very honestly: "I'm really fine, it's just that the sun irritated my eyes and made them tear up."
Under the huge glass windows, the teaching building opposite reflects a dazzling, white sun, highlighting its presence.
Wang Hong looked up doubtfully, unwilling to believe her daughter was so foolish. "Really? Then why is Xiaoshuang crying too?"
Jiang Qing nodded vigorously. Afraid her parents wouldn't believe her, she even dragged Song Shuang into the water. "Song Shuang and I had a competition. Whoever could stare at the sun the longest would win, right, Xiao Shuang?"
Facing the inquiring gazes of Aunt Wang and Uncle Jiang, Song Shuang had no choice but to nod, "Yes, we are watching the sun during the game."
A bird cried outside the window, and Wang Hong's face changed instantly. She slapped Jiang Qing hard on the back.
"Mom, what are you doing? It hurts so much, this is murder." Jiang Qing screamed and jumped out of Wang Hong's arms.
"Murder, I'm going to murder you, you big-headed ghost." Wang Hong was so angry that she reached out to pull Jiang Qing back and continue to teach her a lesson.
Seeing this, Jiang Shanhai hurried forward to stop her, so Wang Hong's slaps all fell on him with a dull sound.
"Calm down, calm down. Talk to the child properly if you have anything to say. The child is grown up, it's not a good idea to hit him."
Jiang Qing dragged Song Shuang and hid behind Jiang Shanhai. Hearing this, she nodded in agreement like a chicken pecking at rice: "That's right, you need to calm down."
"Why am I so cold?" Wang Hong pulled Jiang Shanhai, trying to shove him aside. As she did so, she couldn't help but curse, "Look at your good daughter. She's such a fool. How could she look directly at the sun?"
"Just indulge him. If your eyes get damaged someday, I'll see who you'll cry to."
Jiang Shanhai paused in his attempt to stop her. It seemed that what his wife said was right. She should not be spoiled.
After he figured it out, he stopped blocking her. Jiang Jiang deserved to be taught a lesson.
He turned around and put on a serious face: "Jiang Jiang, your mother is right, don't do this again in the future. Human eyes are very fragile, you have to protect them well."
When Jiang Qing saw that her father had also betrayed her and no one was there to stop him, she immediately learned her lesson. She stood at attention and took the beating, raising her right hand and swearing, "I promise, I won't watch it again."
Wang Hong slapped Jiang Shanhai several more times before she felt relieved.
She rolled her eyes at the father and daughter, straightened the wrinkles of her clothes, regained her elegance, and said to the few people, "Let's go."
Then her expression changed as she turned around. Wang Hong smiled and said softly, "Xiao Shuang, your brother has to wait for a while. Let's not wait for him. Auntie will treat you to some milk tea."
Song Shuang, who was watching the whole process: ...
Dare not move.
Jiang Shanhai, who was beaten even though he stood still, said:
Dare not speak.
Just as she was about to lead the others downstairs, Wang Hong felt like she had forgotten something. She paused for a few seconds and suddenly remembered, "Oh, where's Nan Yan? Why isn't he with you?"
Jiang Qing, who thought she had escaped a disaster: ...
Guilty conscience.
If her mother ran into Lin Nanyan with rabbit eyes again, ah this——
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