Chapter 4 Chapter 4 [My child needs my rescue]...
Li Xuan attends an international school with extremely high admission requirements and a purely bilingual teaching environment. I heard that he could communicate fluently in foreign languages with foreign teachers at a very young age.
And what about Li Zhuo?
He can't even speak broken Mandarin fluently.
English is a subject he started learning after junior high school. He only knows a few simple words and his pronunciation is not standard.
Even if he had several tutors to help him cram in the first year, sending him to an international school is still like putting a child who has just learned pinyin into an adult rocket class and asking him to catch up with everyone else.
How could he possibly adapt?
Not to mention that there is a genius like Li Xuan in front of him. Teachers and classmates will of course unconsciously compare Li Zhuo with his brother. What kind of comments will he hear?
When everyone thinks he is the illegitimate child, what kind of rumors and looks will he face at school?
The school's entry requirements are indeed high, but that doesn't mean it can filter out those with low morals, nor does it mean that all students there are students of truth, kindness, and beauty. Apart from a small number of top students, the majority of the remaining students have a strong sense of superiority.
A person who gets in through connections by paying money will certainly not be truly recognized by the good students who get in through real ability; and a country bumpkin who cannot understand their jargon and slang and always makes a fool of himself will not be truly accepted by the young masters and young ladies who think they are superior.
These Li family parents were completely unaware of this.
As for where the hostility towards Li Xuan came from?
Li Zhuo couldn't explain it. Maybe he cared too much? He cared too much about his parents putting Li Xuan's name before his own, too much about who his parents looked at first, who they cared about more, who they mentioned the most...
He had never been so petty before, and he didn't know why he had become so petty. He just felt a little aggrieved and didn't understand because he was obviously the biological child.
Even Aunt Liu said that he looks the most like the Madam and the Mister. His eyes and mouth are very much like the Madam, while his eyebrows and forehead are like the Mister. You can tell at a glance that he is the biological son!
Why do so many people say he doesn't look like him?
Why?
Why did she hug him and cry on the first day, celebrate his birthday in the first year, but in the second year she started to find fault with him, saying this was not as good as Li Xuan, that was not as good as Li Xuan...
Countless unanswerable questions gathered in his mind, and finally turned into resentment towards Li Xuan. He felt that everything was his fault.
If he had lived in the Li family since childhood, received all kinds of education like him, traveled around the country every day, and gained a lot of knowledge, he would also be able to speak eloquently and would not make so many fools of himself...
The resentment that gradually fermented clouded his heart.
So he did some bad things that were not very good.
For example, knowing full well that their parents had publicly claimed they were brothers, Li Zhuo had spread the news that Li Xuan was the adopted son who had usurped the throne...
For example, when Li Zhuo knew that Li Xuan was going to participate in a competition in a very famous music hall, he deliberately ran away from home and disappeared, so that his parents had no choice but to look for him.
For example, knowing that Li Xuan was allergic to kiwi fruit, Li Zhuo told Aunt Liu, who was taking care of him, that he wanted to eat it, and then sprinkled the fuzz on the door handle of his room...
I even thought about killing him...
Li Zhuo lowered his head, focusing all his attention on the gauze on his palm. He asked tentatively, "Do you... want to scold me?"
"I see."
There was still a gentle smile on Mo Liang's lips, and that smile looked as if it had been measured with a ruler, not a cent more or less.
“That’s so cute…”
? !
Li Zhuo suddenly looked up.
What's the point? Isn't he a teacher? Why didn't he criticize his student for such bad behavior and thoughts? Instead... he praised him for being cute?!
Li Zhuo was a little confused, but he subconsciously added the second half of the sentence.
“In fact, most of these have failed.”
Although he did want to spread Li Xuan's identity to destroy his image, the whole school already knew about it before he even started spreading it.
Although he did run away from home, this method only worked twice, and they were no longer fooled the third time. That day, Li Zhuo sat alone in the fast food restaurant for the entire night.
Although he did sprinkle something that Li Xuan was allergic to on his door handle, he happened to be wearing gloves those days and nothing happened.
Even the fact that he was later sent to a public boarding school nearly a thousand miles away was not something he took the initiative to discuss with his parents, nor was it that Li Zhuo's parents finally understood the difficult situation he was facing in the international school. It was simply because his grades were too poor and his ranking was too low, and they felt too embarrassed when the parents of a student from the same school mentioned this at a banquet.
His achievements were not good enough to begin with, and coupled with the embarrassing little things he had done at home and the jokes he made in that circle, all these things added up and made them completely disappointed in him.
So he was completely abandoned.
Of course, this "giving up" does not mean ignoring Li Zhuo or abandoning Li Zhuo. This "giving up" means that they start to pretend that Li Zhuo does not exist.
Li's parents did three things. The first was to arrange for Li Zhuo to transfer schools. The second was to buy a house in the city where his new school was located. The third was to provide him with a bank card to which he would deposit living expenses on a regular basis every month.
They told him to calm down and said they would pick him up after he graduated. Thinking of this, Li Zhuo suddenly laughed.
"Before they arranged for my transfer, they both came to talk to me. I thought they were going to send me back to Pingshan Village, so I asked if I could borrow 1,500 yuan. If it was too much, 500 yuan would be fine."
"My father was surprised at first, and then suddenly got mad at me, saying I was deliberately trying to piss him off. Hadn't I lost enough people?"
"I thought they wouldn't give me a cent, but I still found a card in my pocket. I used to withdraw 30,000 yuan from it the month before and the month before last. I wonder if there will be any next month..."
"Actually, I think it's pretty good now. The teachers and classmates at Experimental Middle School are all very friendly. The environment is much better than the school in my old town. The food in the cafeteria is delicious, and the dormitories are clean..."
"They transfer so much money to me every month, I can't spend it all. Now, apart from attending classes, I don't have to think about where to find odd jobs, I don't have to worry about the vegetables in the fields, I don't have to think about feeding the chickens, and I don't have to think about how to survive the winter..."
"Now I wear new clothes every day, eat meat every meal, and I'm studying English well. Last time, my teacher praised me for my progress, and then... and then..."
The smile on Li Zhuo's face gradually froze. He repeated it several times in a low voice, and then he didn't know how to continue.
"I'm really too greedy. Life is already so good now, why should I be dissatisfied? Why am I..."
Why does my chest still feel stuffy?
Mo Liang put his hand on Li Zhuo's shoulder and patted it gently, as if to comfort and encourage him.
Li Zhuo's voice became lower and lower.
"When Director Guan came to me and said they missed me and loved me very much, I thought..."
"When I left Pingshan Village, I had a wonderful, blissful dream. I dreamed that I hadn't been abducted by human traffickers and that my name was Li Zhuo from the beginning. I dreamed that I was skiing with a group of friends at a very large ski resort... I dreamed that they were very kind to me... It was a wonderful dream."
…is just too short.
Li Zhuo's eyes were a little dazed.
The wall clock was ticking, and groups of students walked by in the corridor from time to time. The laughter of the teenagers chasing each other was completely blocked by the thick double soundproof glass of the psychological counseling room.
Looking out from inside, it looks like a silent pantomime.
"Teacher Mo." Li Zhuo held the warm cup tightly, his eyelids drooping. "I've been thinking about a question recently. If Pingshan Village is not my home, and the Li family is not my home, then where is my home..."
Li Zhuo asked this question not with the intention of getting an answer from Teacher Mo, but because he had too much frustration in his heart and wanted to release it all at once.
But unexpectedly, Mo Liang, who had been acting as a quiet tree hole, almost couldn't wait to speak: "Great, then come to my house."
???
Li Zhuo almost thought he had heard it wrong.
"As soon as I saw you today, I wanted to say something. You haven't been eating well lately, have you? Your face looks so thin and sunken. You look so pitiful."
Mo Liang didn't give Li Zhuo time to think about his answer. He gently pinched Li Zhuo's cheek, and his fingertips inadvertently brushed across the shallow tear marks.
"Then it's settled. I know you only had a loaf of bread for lunch today. How can that be okay? You're still growing. Come to my dorm for dinner."
With such a familiar tone, anyone who didn't know the situation would have thought Mo Liang was some relative of his.
But they just met today!
The fair-faced boy frowned uncomfortably and leaned back slightly: "...Teacher Mo?"
The elegant man wearing glasses seemed unaware of Li Zhuo's obvious resistance, and his eyes were still full of pity when he looked at Li Zhuo.
"Good children should listen to their teachers."
Li Zhuo wanted to say something else when the Westminster chimes began playing on the small radio in the corner of the counseling room. Upon hearing the sound, Li Zhuo stood up.
This is the official bell for class!
So lunch break was over now? First period had already started? He'd actually been in the counseling room for almost an hour without realizing it?
It’s over, it’s over…
Will the teacher think he's skipping class?!
Li Zhuo, a good student who had never been late, inevitably became flustered.
"I looked at your class schedule. The first period this afternoon was music, right? Then your Chinese teacher replaced you. I already told her that you were with me and asked for leave on your behalf."
The panicked heart calmed down a little, Li Zhuo's resistance dissipated a little, and he thanked Mo Lianglian several times with gratitude.
"It's okay. If you don't dare to go back to the classroom alone, I can take you back."
Mo Liang said considerately, his expression and tone so gentle that there was nothing to fault with them.
"No need, Mr. Mo, I can go back by myself."
After saying that, Li Zhuo walked out of the psychological counseling room quickly. Seeing that there was no student outside, he could still hear the faint sound of reading from time to time. His pace gradually changed from brisk walking to full-speed running.
"Slow down, don't run so fast."
Mo Liang's concerned voice was left far behind.
"This kid, really."
"What if I fall down while running so fast?"
Gazing at the figure in the distance that gradually turned into a blurry dot, the man's eyes were full of pity, and the smile on his lips was gentle to the point of being sickening.
[Stop laughing, I'm scared.]
A line of strangely shaped text slowly appeared on the black screen of the computer that was turned off.
[I heard you came out of the lab. I thought someone must have made that up, but it turned out to be true...]
"I mean, why are you suddenly interested in collecting data on primitive humans..."
The old words melt and the new words condense.
【Why do you take such a small task? 】
[This kind of income is too little for you, right? ]
Could this small world be hiding some rare, undiscovered energy source? According to the agreement, any new discoveries must be shared...
[Come to think of it, shouldn't you be given a boot system? Where's yours?]
Mo Liang did not answer the text's question, and did not even pay the slightest attention to the text that kept appearing on the computer. His eyes were still looking in the direction where Li Zhuo left.
"I finally found my child. He was so thin, so pale, and so pitiful. His previous caregiver was really terrible and raised him very poorly..."
The man's expression gradually became gloomy, but was quickly replaced by another emotion.
"But it's okay. I believe that with my careful care and protection, his various indicators will definitely return to their healthiest state."
What are you talking about?
【What child! 】
[Wake up! You're infertile, so how can you have a child? Are you sick again?]
Mo Liang turned a deaf ear to this.
"Did you see that?"
"My child trusted me so much, he shed tears in front of my eyes, he was showing me his heart, he was asking me for help..."
As Mo Liang spoke, his face gradually turned a strange red, his breathing became rapid, and his chest heaved violently.
"The previous caregiver ignored him, belittled him, and hurt him. And my child, how naive is he? He even feels guilty and says he is bad for something so trivial that it can't even be called a prank."
As he spoke, he chuckled softly, as if he was lost in memories.
“So cute.”
This state did not last long. Mo Liang's emotions were like strange and changeable dark clouds. He was smiling just one second, and his face turned cold again not long after.
"But there's still one problem..."
"My child still holds onto a faint hope for the humans who abandoned him. He still wants to go back. I will never let such a terrible thing happen..."
【???】
Mo Liang's facial features were in an indescribable state of distortion. The originally smooth skin on his face became uneven, like a monster covered with a thin layer of fake skin, and something inside was about to break out of the ground.
"He'll understand..."
"I will be his only support..."
Mo Liang picked up the white porcelain cup that Li Zhuo had just drunk water from and sniffed it, then drank the remaining half cup of cold water in it in small sips with great care.
It was just such a simple action, but the text on the computer seemed to have seen something unbelievable, and the font kept shaking.
【What are you doing? 】
[…You’re crazy!]
With every sip Mo Liang took, the bulges under his skin became more active, with one even moving from his neck all the way to the skin under his eyeballs.
He continued to drink in small sips, acting as if he couldn't feel anything, and calmly wiped the lavender liquid that overflowed from his lips.
He finished drinking it.
The text is completely silent.
A few minutes later, Mo Liang's wriggling facial features gradually returned to normal, and he seemed to have become the harmless and gentle good teacher that Li Zhuo had in mind.
"He doesn't seem to be drinking much water. That's not good. Not liking water can lead to many diseases... Is the drink I prepared too bland?"
"It's my fault. Primitive humans seemed to like sweet drinks when they were young. Hmm, I need to prepare more..."
After muttering for a while, Mo Liang seemed to have just noticed the words on the computer.
"So what do you want from me?"
"Forget it. I'm not interested right now. I don't have time to chat with you. I'm busy."
Mo Liang began to tidy up his clothes, wiped his glasses carefully, and looked at the clock on the wall. He walked out of the door of the psychological counseling room, crossed the long corridor, and walked quickly down the stairs.
He walked very quickly, and in the blink of an eye he was on the first floor from the fifth floor, and quickly headed towards the school gate.
He talked to himself as he walked.
"It's getting late. As a qualified parent, I have to go pick out food for my child..."
"Cook something. Two meat dishes, two vegetable dishes, and some soup. I also need to prepare some fruit desserts to supplement my vitamins..."
At the same time, a new line of text slowly appeared on the black screen computer in the psychological counseling room.
I like this world very much.
I found my child.
【He needs my rescue. 】
【Don't get in my way.】
After a while, the text gradually changed.
"You weren't particularly interested in primitive humans before, were you? Do you know what they like to eat and how to get along with them? Did you exchange that 'Human Husbandry Manual' in your hand from me?"
【……】
[Is this your first time accepting a system quest? I advise you to use the guidance system that comes with the quest. Although it's noisy, it can be quite useful at times. Most importantly, it has a lot of detailed strategies.]
Mo Liang, who was moving outside the school, paused for a moment.
【good. 】
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