"What's his family situation? What do his parents do for a living?" Wang Yuan's mother used to be a wealthy socialite, and everyone she associated with was from a powerful and influential family. She didn't even look at nouveau riche with tens of millions in assets.
Now we've fallen to this godforsaken place, with the whole family crammed into a house of less than 200 square meters. It's like a nightmare.
Months have passed, and she still feels that the world is not quite real. Her old friends have either gone abroad or died, and the few she knows are doing worse than her, with no one to talk to.
Wang Yuan shook his head: "I don't know, we only met on the first day."
"If your family circumstances are similar, Mom supports you being friends," Ge Jie gently comforted her son.
Wang Yuan's face scrunched up; he didn't want to talk to his mother anymore.
Adults are so boring.
......
After hearing about her son's experience at school on the way home, Jiang Shuyin couldn't help but call the household registration office: "What documents are needed to register my child's household registration?"
She had often gone there before when conducting censuses, so she knew the way well.
"The parents' identity documents have now been changed to their mobile phone numbers, household registration booklets, and the child's birth certificate."
The first two are easy to deal with, but the birth certificate is the difficult one. Jiang Shuyin bit her lip tightly: "If I was born at home, is it okay if I don't have a birth certificate?"
The other party was speechless. After a moment of silence, they probably consulted a senior colleague before replying, "You can first consult the public security department and have them issue a certificate before we can process it."
That would involve a lot of issues. Jiang Shuyin pondered for a long time, but she rejected one plan after another, which made her lose her appetite for dinner.
She originally wanted to ask Minister Hu for help, but she didn't want to reveal her special physical condition, so after thinking it over, she sent a message to her teacher.
The teacher was probably quite busy, as it took two days to reply: "This semester isn't long yet. I'll talk to the principal. It shouldn't be difficult for the child to finish this semester. If not, I'll let the child come and see me. It's a good thing for the child to go to school."
Liu Dan didn't think much of it, assuming the child was a relative like her nephew, since Jiang Shuyin looked too young.
Jiang Shuyin thought it was a good idea, but she didn't know anything about gift-giving, so she quickly asked her teacher when the teacher had a spare moment.
Liu Dan replied: I've noticed that when those superpowered individuals do their missions, they collect things like crystal cores or horns from mutated animals. Larger items can be donated to schools to broaden the children's horizons and become a unique feature of the school. Smaller items can be given to the principal privately, or presented publicly for display.
"I understand, I understand," Jiang Shuyin said, "I know what to give her now."
Of course, we can't forget the teacher's share; we'll make it up next time we meet.
The next day, when taking ICE to school, the sweet milk delivered by the baby store the day before was still in the car. Jiang Shu put it in her son's backpack and told the security guard that she was looking for the principal, and he let her in.
He escorted ICE to the classroom door; more accurately, ICE led her there.
Yesterday, that little kid named Wang Yuan popped up like a cannonball: "Hello, Auntie! Ace!"
A hint of helplessness flashed in ICE's eyes, but he nodded coolly in response.
Seeing that her son had found a playmate, Jiang Shu waved and went upstairs.
Just as she ran into Ms. Zhou, the homeroom teacher of Class 3, at the stairwell, Jiang Shuyin greeted her. She didn't know why, but she was afraid of teachers when she was a student, and she was still afraid of them now that she was a parent.
Teacher Zhou didn't recognize her, but nodding wouldn't be wrong.
She found the principal's office, but he wasn't inside. Instead of going in, she leaned against the railing and waited.
Looking at the scenery below reminds me of my junior high school days. In elementary school, my class would always just go around on the first and second floors, and all I could see were tree roots or branches; I could never see the whole school.
When she entered junior high, her classroom was located at the top of the stairs on the third floor. Whenever someone went up or down the stairs, the students in her class would be distracted. However, at this time, the railing was always occupied by the boys, so she would look through the passageway between the two classrooms.
Unexpectedly, things were fine in the first year of junior high, but when she went to see handsome guys in the second year, some people said that she was going to see them. Zhu Anchun from the next class took it seriously and waited for her to leave the school gate together every day after school.
Their homes were in different directions. Perhaps Zhu Anchun was quick to understand, because he insisted on walking halfway with her before turning back.
Seeing that he persisted for seven days, Jiang Shuyin gradually accepted his presence, and someone accompanied her to talk on the way.
For two years, they didn't break the ice. They held hands and exchanged ambiguous words. When Zhu Anchun graduated from junior high school, his family had other arrangements. He had been renting a room near the school, but after graduating from junior high school, his whole family was going abroad.
Jiang Shuyin did well in the high school entrance exam and went to a boarding high school that ranked among the top three in the city. The workload in the first year of high school was very heavy, and she gradually stopped seeing Zhu Anchun. Her phone was confiscated by the teacher, and they lost contact.
"Ace's mother?"
When the principal returned from his patrol, he went to check on the teachers who were late. Only after seeing that all the young teachers were at their posts did he leisurely return.
"Come in." The principal pushed open the door, went in, and pointed to the water dispenser next to her: "Your back isn't very good, young people, please pour your own water."
Jiang Shuyin followed up: "I didn't come here to drink water. I heard from Ace that his classmates are very curious about his life outside, so I wanted to give the school some things. They're not worth much, but I wanted to broaden the children's horizons."
The principal smiled knowingly. He liked talking to smart people, and Ms. Jiang was clearly very smart.
"Something that would make Ms. Jiang come all the way here herself must be quite an eye-opener for me."
It means stop keeping us in suspense and let's see what it's really like.
Jiang Shuyin didn't intend to reveal her spatial lock. She took out a colorful crystal core from her bag: "This is for the children to see."
The principal scrutinized each one. He didn't have any special abilities and couldn't sense whether they were real or fake, but he had read the information about the crystal cores countless times. The crystal cores of the five elements were one thing, but these rare attribute crystal cores were not something that ordinary people could produce.
Most people outside probably don't even know what kinds of superpowers exist, but the principal does—this is a great gift.
"That's impressive. Are you thirsty? Let me get you a glass of water." The principal made a move to get up, but Jiang Shu smiled and said, "No, I don't have anything else to do. I'm doing all this for the children. It's not easy to get the documents that Ace needs for school. He wasn't born in a hospital. If they really investigate, I won't be able to explain it. It would be a real problem. I was just hoping that you could help him go to school without any problems."
"Go to a better school?" The principal's brow furrowed, his eyes sharpening. "This is a school you can just come to whenever you want. If you're going to study here, then study hard. Teacher Zhou told me today that Ace wants to skip a grade, which shows he's a promising student. You don't need to worry about this. Just let him study here temporarily, but I can't get you a diploma."
The principal can easily give out learning opportunities, but graduation certificates require stamping and approval.
"That's enough, thank you." Jiang Shuyin took out a seashell she had picked up on the island of Hawaii. The mutated seashell was as hard as steel, with thin edges, like a natural blade. "This is a souvenir I found on the beach. Please use it to decorate your office."
The principal smiled and took it: "It's pink, I like this color, it looks so youthful."
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