"Xuan'er, you're amazing," Tang Yue said sincerely. "When I was in school, I was the worst at math. I barely passed any of my exams! If it weren't for my good Chinese and English, I'd be worried I wouldn't be able to go to university."
Father Lin glanced at Lin Xuan'er and whispered, "But you also like math, right?"
Lin Xuan'er answered this question without hesitation: "Yeah, I quite like it. Whenever I feel down, I'll find a big problem and rack my brains to figure out how to solve it, and all my worries will disappear. When I finally solve it, I feel a great sense of accomplishment. But I like my current job even more. I'm especially happy when every effort I make is rewarded. And I'm considered a bit talented in this field."
Lin Xuan'er blushed when she said the last sentence, but she still insisted on looking into her father's eyes.
"No way," Su Yin said immediately, "Our Xuan'er is quite talented."
Wang Xingrui also added: "Yes, I often see netizens say that the person in our group who looks most like a girl group member is Xuan'er. And every time you perform on stage, you are the most eye-catching one."
"Except that I can occasionally grab the topic by acting crazy and stupid." Tang Yue complained to herself harshly.
Father Lin was rarely amused. "Your friends are really interesting. I've seen many of your performances. Every one of you is great. There's no single best person."
The three girls naturally laughed as well.
At this time, Zhou Yiyang was chatting with Mother Lin.
Perhaps because of the political teacher, they unknowingly started talking about the international situation.
Mother Lin also encouraged them to pursue overseas careers: "As for the entertainment industry, Korea has been very active in entering the US market in recent years, and their development is indeed rapid. Japan still has a strong foundation, and its cultural exports are also impressive. Xiao Zhou, you can also develop a strategy for overseas exports. Honestly, I've listened to your songs, and they're of very high quality."
"Well, I will after the domestic situation stabilizes." Zhou Yiyang nodded. If he could really take over the global market, who wouldn't want to!
But he also knows how resistant many countries that claim to be open are when faced with foreign cultural exports.
But he doesn't need to delve into these things for now.
Father Lin turned and walked into the study, and Lin Xuan'er followed him in.
"They look like students who were called to the teacher's office for a talk," Wang Xingrui thought.
"After you described it like that," Tang Yue said seriously, "I can't get over this feeling of déjà vu. It's so similar! What do you think Xuan'er was doing?"
"Could it be that she was threatened by her father to come back and study math obediently?" Wang Xingrui immediately imagined a bloody plot.
Zhou Yiyang interrupted them: "It's just a father-daughter chat. What are you guys imagining? Look at little Su, how well behaved she is. She only knows how to eat."
Su Yin raised her eyebrows, feeling that Zhou Yiyang was not praising her.
In the study, Father Lin sat on a chair and brought a stool over for Lin Xuaner. "Sit down!"
"Do you have anything to say to me?" Lin Xuan'er looked at her father and asked directly.
Father Lin paused, noticing that Lin Xuan'er had changed a lot. She used to be very similar to him, preferring to keep everything to herself. But now she was also able to speak her mind.
He was very pleased that Lin Xuan'er had such a change.
Although he was happy in his heart, Lin's father's expression did not change at all. "What you just said suddenly inspired me."
"You said you like your current job because every bit of your effort gets positive feedback."
As expected of a teacher, she summarized it so professionally. Lin Xuan'er grumbled inwardly and nodded.
"So you stopped studying math because you found that your efforts were not receiving any feedback?"
Father Lin's tone was very affirmative.
"Um."
Lin Xuan'er admitted it bluntly: "Dad, do you remember when you asked your students to come to my house during the summer vacation of my freshman year in high school?"
Father Lin recalled it seriously for a moment, and finally had an impression.
"Oh, you mean that boy? Of course I remember him. He's my most proud student in recent years."
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