Wan Qiu didn't know why her mother dressed up more dazzlingly than usual today.
It was clear that when Ning Qiaozhen took him to report, he did not dress up specially and even forgot Wan Qiu's reporting time. In the end, Wan Qiu went to report by himself.
Also accompanying the reporter was a young woman in a grey suit and low heels.
Wan Qiu met the young woman several times, but they never spoke to each other.
She was a relatively quiet and simple older sister, and was Yang Xiaoyu's assistant.
This older sister always listens to my mother and does everything my mother asks her to do. My mother has praised her and called her an excellent person.
My eldest sister has a very nice name, Zhao Jingyue.
Sister Zhao Jingyue was the driver, Wan Qiu and Yang Xiaoyu sat in the back seat together, and Wan Qiu secretly looked up at Yang Xiaoyu.
The road to school was long. Yang Xiaoyu looked very excited and even kept taking out the mirror from her bag to look at herself.
"Jingyue, am I good looking enough today?" Yang Xiaoyu asked.
"Of course, you look particularly good today." Zhao Jingyue glanced at Yang Xiaoyu in the rearview mirror.
"Can you give my baby some face?" Yang Xiaoyu asked with an expectant laugh in his voice.
"That's for sure." Zhao Jingyue responded.
Wan Qiu turned his head and kept paying attention to Yang Xiaoyu. Today, when Yang Xiaoyu was asking others questions, he seemed to be more diligent than before.
Mom is very beautiful.
Even if Yang Xiaoyu asked him such a question at any time, Wan Qiu would definitely say the same thing.
When the brand new and dazzling luxury car stopped at the dilapidated and somewhat congested narrow intersection, it attracted the attention of many passers-by.
Yang Xiaoyu casually glanced at the messy environment in the car, frowned slightly and said, "Jingyue, go park the car, I'll get off first, and you can come to the classroom to find me later."
"Okay." Zhao Jingyue responded.
With her slender white calves under the burgundy hip skirt and her bright high heels stepping onto the ground, Yang Xiaoyu stood among the crowd that kept entering the school in the morning sunshine.
There was no order and a messy flow of people, familiar parents were greeting each other, and students were greeting each other loudly and ostentatiously.
Only Yang Xiaoyu stood among them, out of place with the surroundings.
The scattered parents who brought their children to report to the police looked over curiously. Yang Xiaoyu stretched out her hand towards the car, and the delicate little hand held Yang Xiaoyu's.
At this moment, Yang Xiaoyu's expression softened, and the noisy, dusty space that made her uncomfortable became less annoying.
Wan Qiu got out of the car, held by his mother's hand.
The moment he got off the car, Wan Qiu noticed gazes coming from all directions.
Wan Qiu instinctively tensed his body and stuck to Yang Xiaoyu's side.
I came here with my dad yesterday, but I don’t know why…
It is obviously a very familiar place, but the gazes from the people around me make everything seem strange.
Is it the same as what my brother said, because mom is very beautiful today, everyone will look at her?
Wan Qiu looked up and looked at Yang Xiaoyu, who was radiant in the morning sun.
If everyone is looking at him because his mother is beautiful, then he hopes that everyone will keep looking at him.
These messy and unfamiliar gazes didn't seem so hard to accept.
There was a subtle, small sense of pride that controlled Wan Qiu, giving him courage as he held Yang Xiaoyu's hand.
"Let's go, baby." Yang Xiaoyu curled the corners of her lips and walked in high heels in front of this inconspicuous and shabby gate.
Wan Qiu leaned against Yang Xiaoyu. In that familiar place, amidst the noisy sounds, Wan Qiu only cared about the unclear sound of his mother's high heels stepping on the ground.
Wan Qiu was holding the hand of Yang Xiaoyu, and he looked back at the fat security guard who was staring with his eyes wide open in shock.
Wan Qiu pursed his lips and wanted to say hello, but just nodded slightly.
Yang Xiaoyu discovered it.
Instead of entering immediately, he turned on his toes and walked to the doorman.
The chubby security guard watched Yang Xiaoyu approaching and even shrank his round belly unconsciously.
Yang Xiaoyu took off his glasses and stared at the fat guard in front of him.
"Are you the security guard who has been helping our baby?" For such a distinctive person, Chu Jianshu used two words to summarize him. There was really no need for complicated identification.
The guard was so tense that he didn't even remember what Yang Xiaoyu said. He asked dryly, "What?"
"Thank you for taking care of Wanqiu for such a long time." Yang Xiaoyu stared at the guard with a smile in her beautiful eyes. "As a mother, I thank you for everything you have done for my child out of kindness. I will thank you more formally later."
The security guard was stunned. The woman, who was as red as a burning flame, had a cold expression on her face, but in front of him, she was surprisingly generous with her smile.
Looking at the woman holding Wan Qiu's hand, the guard was a little dazed.
Is this the kid's mother?
Is this a rebirth within this summer vacation?
If Wan Qiu’s parents were like this before, who would bully him?
Wan Qiu held Yang Xiaoyu's hand, although there were not many students who directly held their parents' hands in such a large campus.
The school has opened its doors to allow all parents to enter freely. It can be seen that the parents who come specially are all dressed up, but compared with Yang Xiaoyu, it's like people from different worlds are forced together.
Wan Qiu also noticed that Yang Xiaoyu seemed different from everyone else.
I always feel that my mother is shining in the sun today, and there is always something flashing.
Is it earrings? Or a necklace?
Wan Qiu followed Yang Xiaoyu to find the class he needed to report to.
Yang Xiaoyu discovered that Wan Qiu seemed to be spontaneously and deliberately guiding him somewhere.
Yang Xiaoyu followed silently, and Wan Qiu seemed not to notice that he was leading her.
Yang Xiaoyu remembered Chu Yigui saying that if Wan Qiu was left alone, he would also think for himself, but the scope of his thinking would be within the scope of his needs.
Just like now, Wan Qiu is taking her to report to the class.
Yang Xiaoyu observed the school environment and found that the teaching building was very old.
It is just an old teaching building left over after the previous school moved and is regarded as an old building. There are basically no windows in the corridors and it is very narrow. Although it is crowded at first glance, it is very dark.
Wan Qiu always prefers to walk along the wall rather than walking directly in the middle of the road.
Yang Xiaoyu walked in the middle of the road with great openness, tilting his head and observing Wan Qiu.
The primary school students were all short, and they gathered in groups of three or four to chat and laugh, and some were playing in the corridor.
Yang Xiaoyu watched, but couldn't imagine that Wan Qiu also played around with others like this in school.
Wan Qiu found the classroom door and under the sign of Class 3, Grade 6, he unconsciously pinched Yang Xiaoyu's hand and leaned against Yang Xiaoyu's hand.
"Baby, are we there yet?" Yang Xiaoyu knew this was the place, but was not planning to go in by herself.
She asked Wan Qiu to take her in.
As if hesitant about entering an unfamiliar class, Wan Qiu did not enter the classroom immediately. He stood at the door and looked into the classroom.
There were already quite a few students and their parents in the classroom. The classroom looked a little cramped because of the crowd. The head teacher at the podium didn't seem to notice Yang Xiaoyu at the door.
Wan Qiu walked in.
When Yang Xiaoyu followed Wan Qiu into the classroom, the class, which had been somewhat noisy, suddenly became silent for a short time.
Yang Xiaoyu is not short to begin with, and the high heels and the flamboyant red dress make her look even taller. In the dark room before the sun shines in the early morning, it seems as if she has brought light in.
And the head teacher... was also stunned.
Her eyes were fixed on Wan Qiu, somewhat incredulous.
Wan Qiu seemed unaware of his surroundings and he didn't even look up.
Holding Yang Xiaoyu's hand, he walked around the podium and went to the other side of it.
However, Wan Qiu stopped.
He stood there, bewildered.
"What's wrong, baby?" Yang Xiaoyu's mature and pleasant voice sounded in Wan Qiu's ears. Yang Xiaoyu held Wan Qiu's hand with one hand and asked with his head down.
Wan Qiu raised his head in panic and looked at the empty corner.
His place is gone.
Each time you report, you will sit according to the seat you sat in last semester.
Wan Qiu's seat should be here, but there is no table for him here now.
The school classroom was not big and there were not enough desks, but there were too many students, so Wan Qiu's seat was placed in the side corner inside the podium.
This is a corner that no one will pass by, where the blackboard cannot be seen clearly. It is a seat that belongs only to Wan Qiu.
"The location... is gone..." Wan Qiu looked at it eagerly, feeling very confused.
He looked back at the classroom. Although most of the seats were occupied by parents, they were also the seats where everyone sat in the fifth grade.
Where should he let his mother sit?
Where would he find extra tables and chairs?
Wan Qiu held Yang Xiaoyu's hand, feeling confused, anxious and sad.
"Ah, you are... Wan Qiu?" The head teacher at the podium asked in surprise after finally confirming who this student in front of him who had changed so much was.
Wan Qiu's back stiffened and he turned around to look at his head teacher.
After Yang Xiaoyu's hard work in maintaining this photo, his beautiful appearance gradually revealed itself, which surprised the class teacher.
Is this really Wanqiu?
That skinny kid who does poor academically?
Wan Qiu was dressed up carefully today, with his hair carefully trimmed to be fluffy and soft, which was completely different from his companions who all had short hair.
The exquisite white shirt and shorts are completely different from their former selves in every way.
In the class teacher's memory, Wan Qiu was silent, dirty and inconspicuous.
"Are you my baby's class teacher?" Yang Xiaoyu narrowed his eyes and looked at the slightly shorter female teacher with a ponytail and a plain face.
"Yes, who are you?" The head teacher was obviously a little confused.
"I'm Yang Xiaoyu, Wan Qiu's mother." Yang Xiaoyu pulled Wan Qiu over and half-huggled her in her arms. Their extremely similar eyes showed their close blood relationship.
The head teacher was stunned: "But...but isn't Wan Qiu's mother's last name Ning?"
Moreover, the head teacher has also seen Wan Qiu’s mother, who should be a more plain, slightly plump, and somewhat fierce-looking woman.
"Ah." Yang Xiaoyu glanced back at the parents who were looking at her curiously. She deliberately raised her voice and said, "I am Wan Qiu's biological mother. I am his biological son."
Yang Xiaoyu deliberately emphasized the word "biological", which obviously made the people present instantly imagine all kinds of possibilities.
The head teacher was also stunned. How should she understand the current situation?
"My husband once sent someone to ask you about Wan Qiu, don't you remember?" Yang Xiaoyu squinted at the head teacher.
The head teacher suddenly found the incident in the corner of her memory, but she had always thought that it was just idle chat between ordinary people, just gossip.
She was actually being tricked?
The head teacher looked very embarrassed. He had been discussing other people's affairs behind their backs, but now they were being blatantly displayed in front of the person involved.
"Teacher, why did our baby say that there was no seat left?" Yang Xiaoyu narrowed his eyes and pointed to the empty corner next to him and asked, "Has my baby been sitting here all along?"
Yang Xiaoyu did not lower his voice, and even raised it deliberately.
No parent wants their child to be placed in such a corner, and other parents would definitely protest.
But Ning Qiaozhen didn't pay much attention to Wan Qiu, and even Wan Qiu's grades...
The head teacher felt guilty but still tried to explain: "No, it's just because the class is crowded and the seats are usually rotated."
"Baby, how long have you been sitting here?" Yang Xiaoyu lowered his head and asked Wan Qiu.
Wan Qiu was silent for a long time, looking at that position.
Since being assigned here, Wan Qiu has never changed his seat.
"A long time." Wan Qiu was not sure how to describe the time, so he could only answer, "Always."
Yang Xiaoyu sighed deeply, and when he looked at the head teacher again, his expression was a little impolite.
"Teacher, can I see the blackboard from here? If you know it's too crowded, why don't you just let my son go to another class with seats? Are you and your students ostracizing my baby?"
Yang Xiaoyu may not know what Wan Qiu was like in school. Just from the information in the materials, he knew that even the teachers marginalized Wan Qiu.
What's more, at home, Wan Qiu was still thinking about doing his summer homework, and he took the teacher's words as orders. He was extremely respectful to the teacher, but he was not treated equally in return.
"Other classes are also crowded..." When facing Yang Xiaoyu, the head teacher's height and momentum were already several levels lower. "And this is just a problem of seats. It has nothing to do with exclusion. We did not exclude Wan Qiu. Parent, please don't misunderstand."
"Then why hasn't anyone greeted my son until now?" Yang Xiaoyu asked coldly.
How could Yang Xiaoyu not notice it?
Every student who came in would greet the classmates around them, but Wan Qiu didn't even bother to say hello or even look at them.
There were even classmates who just passed by me.
It was as if he was isolated from this class and treated as a transparent person.
"Your child has a rather introverted personality. Even teachers cannot interfere with the interactions between students." The head teacher said immediately.
"What you mean is, you knew my baby was like this, but you kept letting him continue like this?" Yang Xiaoyu's tone gradually dropped, revealing a bit of coldness.
"Mr. Wan Qiu, today is the reporting day. Your behavior will affect my normal work." The head teacher wanted to change the subject.
"I'm also here today to handle the procedures for our child." Yang Xiaoyu noticed Zhao Jingyue who had walked in out of the corner of his eye.
Because of Yang Xiaoyu's behavior, some parents in the class were already whispering, and some even secretly pulled their children to ask what was going on.
"I don't know, he's a fool." Suddenly a boy's clear voice made the already strange space suddenly fall into silence.
At the same time, the boy's parents immediately covered the boy's mouth, but when they looked up, they saw Yang Xiaoyu whose face had become completely gloomy.
No parent could tolerate that kind of self-evidently insulting tone. Yang Xiaoyu instinctively wanted to scold her, but Zhao Jingyue stopped her.
"Please teach your children what etiquette is. If your children don't understand, I can recommend a high-standard etiquette classroom to you. You can take your children there to learn and then come back to school." Zhao Jingyue showed no mercy.
"No, he just said that casually. The kid doesn't understand..." The parent also looked embarrassed.
Zhao Jingyue did not refute the other party, but bent down and said to the boy who was talking, "You are a fool."
The parent was startled, and immediately heard his son pulling his hand away. He said directly to Zhao Jingyue: "You are the fool, he is the fool, everyone says he is a fool, if he is not a fool, how can he..."
The parent immediately covered the boy's mouth, fearing that he would say anything provocative.
Yang Xiaoyu could even guess what the boy would say after the words were covered, and anger surged in her heart.
Yang Xiaoyu took off his sunglasses directly, revealing the indifference that was almost impossible to conceal underneath.
Some parents of students around had secretly turned on their mobile phones to record the video, and Yang Xiaoyu's face was naturally exposed to these cameras.
Zhao Jingyue knew that once Yang Xiaoyu's face was exposed on the Internet, someone would soon recognize her identity.
And they themselves also have the idea of letting things here ferment.
Wan Qiu suffered from school violence.
However, it is difficult to convict people of school violence and it is also difficult to find evidence.
Even if there are laws to follow, it is difficult to have any impact on children who are still primary school students.
And Yang Xiaoyu is very vindictive.
The moment Yang Xiaoyu knew Wan Qiu was being bullied, he didn't want to let these people have an easy time.
Yang Xiaoyu reached out and hugged Wan Qiu: "I'm sorry, baby, I'm sorry, mommy can't protect you and let anyone bully you."
Yang Xiaoyu tried to make the matter escalate and make the guys who had bullied her Wan Qiu in the school, along with their parents, appear on the news.
But when Yang Xiaoyu lowered her head and approached Wan Qiu, she suddenly felt Wan Qiu hugging her with both hands.
Wan Qiu's body was very stiff.
Yang Xiaoyu raised her eyes and met Wan Qiu's eyes.
The uneasy, flowing anxiety and restlessness were gradually condensing into a hazy wetness.
Wan Qiu, who had just seemed to be indifferent to everything around him, looked so depressed because of her emotional fluctuations at this moment.
All the acting came to a halt.
"It's okay, Mom is not angry." Yang Xiaoyu kneaded Wan Qiu's cheek, suppressed all the anger, and put her head on Wan Qiu's forehead, comforting him, "It's okay, it's okay, Mom is fine."
Wan Qiu was really confirming it. In her clear eyes, it seemed that in front of so many people, she was everything.
Yang Xiaoyu's anger seemed to be cooled down little by little by the slight dampness.
Does she really want to put Wan Qiu in a lot of trouble?
All impulses were gradually extinguished, and Yang Xiaoyu realized that his actions were actually ridiculous.
"No matter what my child is like, can't I afford to raise him? I can let him enjoy the best of everything in the world. His father, his elder brother, and his younger brother will all love him in the future. Even if he knows nothing, he can still soak in a pot of honey for his whole life. What he can get is something that you uneducated children will never get in your whole life."
Yang Xiaoyu raised his voice and spoke to everyone.
Don't care about these people.
They will never have the chance to come into contact with Wan Qiu in the future.
Zhao Jingyue guessed that Yang Xiaoyu had changed his mind.
"Everyone, please delete all the videos you have recorded on your mobile phones immediately. If you see related content on the Internet in the future, our legal team will definitely take action."
As Zhao Jingyue spoke, she glanced around and saw that several people who were obviously filming the video immediately deleted the video secretly out of guilt.
"It's a pity that there is no surveillance here. If there was..." Zhao Jingyue said coldly after making sure that everyone had deleted the video, "We would have evidence of the classmates committing school violence against Wan Qiu. You are really lucky."
The head teacher standing by was so trembling with fear that he could not speak, and he had secretly contacted the school leaders beforehand.
The school leaders came immediately, and the quiet and eerie atmosphere in the entire classroom was almost suffocating.
"What are you doing?" The school leader immediately stepped forward and tried to calm everyone down. "Everyone, calm down. If you have anything to say, can you go to my office and talk?"
Yang Xiaoyu glanced at the students in the class who were already lowering their heads guiltily.
But in the end, he just hugged Wan Qiu.
"Why don't you go to my office and sit for a while and have a rest." The school leaders could only think of a way to get the people away first. There were already some parents who had not come in gathered at the door, and the atmosphere in the classroom was also very awkward.
Wan Qiu stood there. The atmosphere was stiff and the noisy class was too quiet.
Wan Qiu held Yang Xiaoyu's hand tightly and listened to the voices of Yang Xiaoyu and Zhao Jingyue.
A strange atmosphere was spreading, as if all the "unhappiness" began to expand and the "happiness" disappeared without a trace.
Like a ferocious beast, it tore through the chaotic air, deprived everyone of their voices, roared wantonly and trampled on everyone who could not resist, bringing terror to the small classroom.
Wan Qiu unconsciously felt uneasy and his breathing was blocked in this strange atmosphere.
Wan Qiu wanted to find a stool, at least to make Yang Xiaoyu happy.
But in school, all the stools have their owners.
From the long sentence that he could not quite understand, Wan Qiu realized that it was all because of him that his mother and others were unhappy.
Wan Qiu leaned in Yang Xiaoyu's arms, the tension and anxiety almost overwhelmed him.
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