Chapter 40
In fact, Xu Qingzhou never intended for Chi Jun to attend her parent-teacher conference from the very beginning.
Although the homeroom teacher emphasized that all parents must come, if they really couldn't come, they would just get a scolding from the homeroom teacher and that would be the end of it.
After all, compared to other big and small matters, parent-teacher meetings are really nothing.
So Xu Qingzhou didn't take it to heart.
But Chi Jun suddenly said he was going to attend her parent-teacher conference.
Xu Qingzhou thought about it and decided that it was better for someone to go than for no one to go. Besides, Chi Jun probably didn't have anything important to do that day.
So she nodded in agreement.
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Parent-teacher meetings were something that neither Chi Jun nor the male ghost had ever experienced.
Even if you haven't eaten pork, haven't you seen a pig run?
Given that Xu Qingzhou was a poor student, before Chi Junlin set off, the male ghost gave him a long lecture, mainly telling him to be thick-skinned, to always have a smile on his face, and to always reply "Yes, yes, yes, I will definitely educate her properly when I get back" to whatever the teacher said. In short, he should keep his parental attitude to a minimum.
As the male ghost's words became increasingly exaggerated and utterly devoid of self-respect, Chi Jun couldn't help but harbor a sliver of hope:
"What if Xu Qingzhou isn't a poor student?"
The male ghost crossed his arms and sneered:
"Ha, dozing off in class, sleeping after class, leaving large sections of test papers blank, and yet still not needing to wear glasses. He's in his final year of high school and instead of focusing on studying, he's always thinking about part-time jobs to make money. If he's not a slacker, how can he be a top student?"
Chi Jun: "..."
That makes sense.
But in an instant, he asked a crucial question: She's still a poor student in her senior year of high school, would her homeroom teacher really still have any expectations for her and talk to her parents?
Male ghost: "...That seems to make sense."
But since you've already attended the parent-teacher meeting, it's always good to be prepared and learn some essential skills for parents of struggling students.
And so, Chi Jun, who knew absolutely nothing about his own child's academic performance, set off in a grand manner, armed with a whole host of essential skills for parents of underachieving students, as taught by the male ghost.
The senior year parent-teacher meeting officially begins at 1:30 pm on Sunday afternoon, which is different from the parent-teacher meetings for junior and sophomore years.
When Chi Jun arrived at the school gate around 1 p.m., he could already see a large crowd of people, bicycles, electric bikes, and private cars packed together in the distance.
I could see that I was just across the street from the school gate.
Just as Chi Jun was about to turn, he suddenly heard a series of urgent electric scooter horns behind him, and an electric scooter cut in from the side.
Chi Jun reacted quickly and dodged backward.
Unfortunately, a boy carrying a schoolbag and riding a bicycle was in front of him and was hit head-on, causing the bicycle to tilt instantly.
Fortunately, the boy reacted quickly and braced himself with his legs to avoid falling. However, half of the front of the car tilted to one side and couldn't be straightened, making it look strange and comical.
The boy probably hadn't experienced much hardship, and the sudden situation left him bewildered. He looked up and stared blankly at the electric scooter rider rushing towards him, unsure of how to react.
Instead, the middle-aged woman on the electric scooter, while touching the paint on the front of the vehicle, began to complain:
"I honked my horn, didn't you know to move aside? The paint is all scratched up."
People nearby had already turned to look at the sound.
The boy's face instantly turned bright red, and he whispered, "You bumped into me first..."
Upon hearing this, the woman frowned even more indignantly.
"You're talking ridiculously, kid. What do you mean I crashed into you? Everyone's riding their bikes properly. There are cars coming and going in front of the school. Do you own the road? Are you the only one allowed to drive on it? Besides, I honked my horn. Didn't you hear me?"
Women are sharp-tongued and can easily twist the truth in their words, leaving men with little social experience completely defenseless.
Finally, the woman glanced at her watch and clicked her tongue impatiently.
"Since you're just a kid, I'll take my bad luck and not talk to you anymore."
After adjusting the direction of the bike, it was time to drive past the boy's bicycle.
But just then, a hand suddenly reached out and pressed down on the front of her electric scooter.
The woman looked up, and when her gaze met Chi Jun's, she paused for a moment, then frowned: "What are you doing?"
Chi Jun originally didn't want to get involved, but the woman's attitude after the car accident was really unpleasant, and the boy looked pitiful, which somehow reminded him of Xu Qingzhou. In the end, he couldn't help but take action.
Chi Jun: "Apologize to him and pay him compensation."
The woman looked him up and down: "Are you crazy...?"
She tried to ride away on her electric scooter without paying attention, but Chi Jun grabbed the handlebars firmly and looked at her, saying, "I saw everything. You were riding recklessly and hit this child first. Apologize—pay up—"
As Chi Jun spoke with absolute certainty, some people nearby began to whisper, saying that this woman had hit the person first and was now trying to shift the blame.
The woman felt a little guilty upon hearing this.
She stepped on the gas to pass Chi Jun, but no one knew where the young man got such strength. Even though she had twisted the accelerator, he didn't budge an inch.
Just as she was getting anxious, she suddenly heard Chi Jun say, "I have a heart condition."
The woman was taken aback. She was about to say, "What does your heart disease have to do with me?" and waved her hand to slap Chi Jun's hand away. But in the next instant, she saw the hand that was holding the car and unable to move suddenly retract, cover her chest, and bend over.
Judging from the way she looks, it seems like she's having an attack.
The woman panicked instantly.
“He’s faking an accident,” she declared to those around her, pointing at Chi Jun. “This guy is faking an accident!”
Chi Jun, panting heavily, rummaged through his pockets as if looking for medicine, all the while staring at the woman. He said haltingly, "I already told you I have a heart condition, and you still suddenly hit me. Were you... doing this on purpose...?"
I must say, Chi Jun's acting was quite realistic.
In this situation, even if the woman was certain that Chi Jun was acting, the atmosphere had built up to this point, and more and more people were criticizing her for hitting someone and then refusing to admit it, not only for bullying a child, but also for making such a young man so angry that he had a heart attack.
The woman tried to run away in full view of everyone, but Chi Jun was crouching down in front of her car, practically ready to lie down and extort money from her.
The woman was so flustered that she couldn't speak clearly. She could only hurriedly take out a hundred-yuan note from her wallet and throw it at Chi Jun to try and calm things down.
"You just want to extort money, here you go, you're so annoying!"
Chi Jun clutched the banknote, still persistently clutching his chest:
"Just...one hundred?"
The woman's expression changed, and she gritted her teeth as she threw him another bill: "How much could it be for just fixing a car?"
Repairing a bicycle really doesn't cost much.
Chi Jun, clutching the money, didn't even bother to pretend. He immediately stood up, turned around, and handed the money to the trembling little boy behind him.
"Let's get the car fixed."
woman:"……"
This is clearly a deliberate attempt to humiliate her...
She muttered some unintelligible curses under her breath, then quickly rode away on her electric scooter.
Judging from the direction they're driving, they're probably here for a parent-teacher meeting too.
Chi Jun ignored her, raised an eyebrow, glanced at the time, and headed towards the school gate.
Fortunately, the farce at the school gate didn't waste too much time.
When Chi Jun found Xu Qingzhou's class, the time was exactly 1:25.
Several students were chatting at the door. They were class officers who were here today to greet the parents. One of them was Zheng Yangshu.
Upon seeing Chi Jun, Zheng Yangshu walked over with a big smile and led him to Xu Qingzhou's seat.
With only five minutes left before the parent-teacher meeting was to begin, the classroom was already nearly full, with some parents scrolling through their phones and others chatting with the people around them.
One of the voices sounded very familiar because I had just heard it before.
Chi Jun looked in the direction of the sound and soon saw the middle-aged woman who had been extorted by him at the door.
At that moment, the middle-aged woman was holding her phone, adding the woman diagonally behind her on WeChat. When she heard Zheng Yangshu speak, she looked up with a smile, and then unexpectedly met the eyes of Chi Jun, who had just extorted two hundred yuan from her.
"..."
The woman's smile froze instantly.
Chi Jun raised an eyebrow and calmly sat down in the seat behind the woman.
Zheng Yangshu was quite considerate. When their eyes met, he naturally introduced his mother to Chi Jun, as well as the woman Chi Jun had extorted money from—the mother of Zhang Yiming, a member of the study group.
Chi Jun smiled enigmatically.
Hello, Aunt Zhang.
Aunt Zhang, who had just been extorted, was speechless.
I'm not doing well.
She rolled her eyes at Chi Jun, ignored him, and continued chatting with Zheng Yangshu's mother.
"Oh my, you really know how to raise your son. Yang Shu is good-looking and has a good personality."
Mrs. Zheng greeted him politely: "Your Yiming is also very good. I often hear Yangyang talk about him."
“Our Yiming is still not as good as your Yangshu. I heard that your Yangshu got second place in the class this time, while our Yiming only got last place in the top five.”
Despite saying that, Zhang Yiming's mother couldn't help but reveal a hint of pride on her face.
Even if you're at the bottom of the top five, you're still still in the top five.
In Lianghua Middle School, a prestigious high school, this result is definitely considered quite good.
Chi Jun didn't know what was going on either.
Even though he was a "fake older brother" and Xu Qingzhou's poor grades had nothing to do with him, his calm heart suddenly became uneasy when he heard the words "second place" and "top five".
So everyone around him is a top student, but he, the "fake sister," is a poor student?
For some reason, Chi Jun felt an inexplicable sense of embarrassment, as if his "own child" was not presentable enough.
He casually pulled a workbook from under Xu Qingzhou's desk and opened it.
Try to minimize your presence and avoid participating in such topics.
But at that very moment, an “enemy” was watching his every move.
"This parent looks very young."
A familiar voice came through, clearly carrying a hint of sarcasm.
Chi Jun looked up and, sure enough, saw Zhang Yiming's mother tapping twice on Xu Qingzhou's desk with her finger, saying, "Are you this student's—brother?"
Chi Jun nodded expressionlessly.
"Oh, how did your little sister do on her midterms?"
Chi Jun: "..."
There seems to be a popular saying online these days: "When you're out and about, you give yourself your own identity."
However, Chi Jun has never liked to fabricate things, so he really couldn't bring himself to suddenly boast about Xu Qingzhou's achievements.
However, faced with Zhang Yiming's mother, who was clearly there to feel superior, Chi Jun did not want to give in to her wishes.
Therefore, after a two-second silence, Chi Jun replied with a curt two-word compromise—
"good."
Zhang Yiming's mother had been watching Chi Jun's changing expressions. Hearing what he said, she understood something. She glanced mockingly at the exercise book he was holding, then suddenly chuckled and looked away.
Chi Jun followed her gaze and looked at the booklet.
The open page was mostly blank; Xu Qingzhou had only written two questions.
Furthermore, one of the two questions I finally managed to answer was marked with a bright red "X" in red pen.
Chi Jun: "..."
Zhang Yiming's mother stopped talking to Chi Jun, seemingly disdainful of communicating with the parents of such a poor student.
She relentlessly pursued Zheng Yangshu's mother, discussing parenting methods at length, her words brimming with—
Oh dear, some kids are so young, yet they dye their hair white or yellow and wander around all day. What kind of future can these kids have when they grow up and enter society?
Oh dear! Some parents don't even attend parent-teacher conferences for their children who are already in their final year of high school, and instead find someone else to do it in their place. They've lost their minds because they're so busy making money. Parents like that don't deserve to have children!
My child said that the six of us sitting in the front and back seats are in the same study group, right?
If you ask me, since we're already in our final year of high school, isn't there a real need for study groups? It's fine for good students to discuss things together and help each other improve, but if good students are grouped with bad students, won't that just hold the good students back?
Chi Jun, with his white hair, attends parent-teacher conferences in someone else's place, and whose fake younger sister is a poor student:
"..."
There is reasonable suspicion that Zhang Yiming's mother was making veiled criticisms.
Fortunately, before my knees were riddled with arrows, the homeroom teacher came in carrying two pieces of paper and a thermos.
The classroom, which had been buzzing with discussion, suddenly went silent, as if it had been paused.
The homeroom teacher stood on the stage and scanned the room. When his gaze fell on Chi Jun, it visibly paused.
Perhaps because he had just been mocked by Zhang Yiming's mother, Chi Jun felt a tightness in his chest when he met the homeroom teacher's gaze. He had a feeling that the teacher was about to grab him and bombard him with three questions in front of all the parents:
Where are your parents?
Your sister's grades are so bad, what good will it do for you, her brother, if your parents don't come?
And what's with all that white hair on your head?
As I pretended to be nonchalant and lowered my eyelids, I saw Zhang Yiming's mother in front of me fixing her hair and straightening her posture, looking like she was about to receive praise.
Chi Jun: "?"
No, who exactly is this homeroom teacher looking at?
Fortunately, the homeroom teacher didn't say anything. He started by saying a few simple words, and then moved on to the topic of the urgent time in the senior year, which was something that neither parents nor students could delay.
The homeroom teacher, being a politics teacher, was incredibly eloquent and seemed to have no end in sight.
Chi Jun was initially a little worried that if he publicly announced Xu Qingzhou's midterm exam results, Zhang Yiming's mother would seize on the opportunity to criticize Xu Qingzhou's grades.
Fortunately, the homeroom teacher was busy talking and had no intention of handing out report cards or announcing the rankings in public, so Chi Jun felt relieved and drifted off to sleep.
I don't know how many times I slept, but suddenly I heard the sound of chairs being moved around in the classroom.
Chi Jun breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that the meeting was finally over.
He pinched the bridge of his nose, stretched almost imperceptibly, and was about to get up and go back.
Before he could even get off the bench, a voice came from the podium in front of him:
"Xu Qingzhou's parent, please come to my office in a moment."
Chi Jun: "..."
Looking up, I was met not only by my homeroom teacher's stern face.
There was also Zhang Yiming's mother's undisguised sarcastic expression.
"..."
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