Taking the teacher to an internet cafe is already bizarre enough, unexpectedly being able to take the teacher to fight as well.

What surprised You Zhaoyu was how Zou Jing, who appeared gentlemanly, was able to intimidate those few gangsters with just his aura. However, he couldn't help but want to laugh. It seemed like he was calling out names and even asking which school they were from.

Obviously, Zhang Tianping, who is accustomed to taking action directly when there is a problem, and his friends were utterly dumbfounded when faced with the sudden appearance of an adult. Normally, they would act tyrannically and bully those who were around the same age as them, mostly just putting on a show of strength. However, when confronted with an adult, they were intimidated and believed that this person was someone's elder brother. They dared not provoke him easily and after a few curse words, they withdrew.

Lin Jinglei was still sitting on the ground, sitting on his roasted sausage. He thought to himself that since his aunt was not at home, he couldn't ask her to wash his hands. His pants were beyond repair.

He stood up and reached out his hand, intending to scare the big black dog lying behind Yan Zizheng. Unexpectedly, it was Yan Zizheng who responded instead, forcefully pulling him up to his feet.

Yan Zizheng completely couldn't understand why Lin Jinglei suddenly laughed at him, which was even more unbelievable than him reaching out for help.

"What are you laughing at?"

Lin Jinglei cleared his throat and bent down to pick up the completely dirty sausage, then threw it to the big black dog. He said, "It's nothing."

He tied the coat around his waist, blocking the grease stains on the back of his pants, while casually listening to the conversation between Zou Jing and You Zhaoyu.

Zou Jing: "A fight over such a trivial matter?"

Translated paragraph:

Yu Zhaoyu said, "You know what, there are too many contradictions."

Zou Jing: "It must not be a big deal. I've also been through your age, so I know that you tend to exaggerate and amplify grievances and grudges that are not significant."

From Zhao Yu: "Didn't you also say that you've surpassed us in age? If you've surpassed us, then don't interfere."

Zou Jing: "The exams are coming up, don't cause trouble."

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Yu Zhaoyu said, "What does the exam have to do with me?"

Zou Jing: "It's none of your business. As a member of Class 17, you must contribute your strength. Didn't we agree that we were going to surpass Class 18 this time?"

I can't believe it, is this the way you guys talk? Lin Jinglei stared wide-eyed, and there's still a Class Eighteen here.

However, Yan Zizheng felt like he had been played for a fool by him, and on top of that, he had been criticized by Zou Jing, so he really wanted to laugh arrogantly. But he didn't, instead maintaining a rigid facial expression and planning to leave.

Zou Jing watched Lin Jinglei walk over, and to his surprise, that little guy who had just briefly fought with him turned out to be part of the same group as the other two by his side. In his impression, these three always fought without hesitation once they started.

Yu Zhaoyu lifted his chin with pride, signaling Yan Zizheng to follow him. The two of them then walked side by side, stepping away.

Zou Jing called out to someone, saying, "Yan Zizheng, hold on a moment."

Yan Zizheng did not walk back, nor did he even turn his head. He stood there, waiting to hear what Zou Jing had to say.

"This time, you are not allowed to submit a blank test paper, otherwise, I will also contact your parents."

Yan Zizheng frowned and didn't respond. He caught up with You Zhaoyu and asked, "Does he only look for parents?"

With a smirk on his face, Zhaoyu extended his arm and called for a taxi, saying, "He's only capable of this much."

Zou Jing shouted loudly, "There's also Lin Jinglei!"

Lin Jinglei walked out the furthest. Upon hearing his name being called, he muttered under his breath, "Why the fuck does it still have anything to do with him?"

"In the future, behave properly when attending my class."

Lin Jinglei seriously suspected that their math teacher had gone crazy, teaching his own class while bringing him along. If he continued to behave in this reverse manner, would the teacher have to call his parents too? It would be better to avoid the trouble and go together to the principal's office.

When I got home, I didn't see Lin Tai. Lin Jinglei thought that the kid hadn't come back yet, until it was past the average time for Lin Tai to come home, he went to ask Principal Lin who was in the living room.

As I approached, I discovered that the person who appeared to be watching television was actually fast asleep on the couch. He had just picked up the remote control, intending to change the channel, when his uncle spoke up.

"Don't switch, I'll keep an eye on it."

Lin Jinglei sneered, "What are you looking at? Your eyes are closed."

Lin Guodong took the remote control back from his nephew's hand and said, "I'm listening."

"Lin Tai still hasn't returned," she said anxiously.

Lin Guodong took a moment before responding, "I went to the south of the city."

Lin Jinglei pressed on, asking, "Why didn't you go with them to bring my aunt back? It's been so many days already. Aren't you worried?"

"Tsk, this is something for adults to handle, don't meddle in it, kid."

Alright, I don't care. After getting up, Lin Jinglei wanted to quietly return to his room, but things didn't go as he wished. His uncle began nagging at him.

"You're already in high school, yet you don't study for exams and just want to coast along until when? In just a couple of years, you'll be taking the college entrance exams. Have you even thought about what you want to study or how you plan to live your life afterwards?"

Lin Jinglei was caught off guard by the situation. This is the part that most parents despise during their children's adolescence - they are always rushing without thinking.

What's even more annoying is that he always likes to project his own negative emotions onto his child. Lin Jinglei knows that his uncle takes his frustrations out on him because he's in a bad mood after quarreling with his aunt. Otherwise, he never cares about his academic matters.

Your aunt is not here, and I won't let your parents meet me. I don't want to sit there and embarrass myself.

Lin Jinglei sneaked a quick glance before hastily returning to his room and closing the door. He didn't care who invited him to the parents' meeting; in fact, it was even better if no one went.

He couldn't stay in this house without his younger brother and his uncle's wife. After a short while, he packed up his things and went to seek refuge with Tang Shan.

As soon as Tang Shan arrived home, he received a call from Lin Jinglei, who had come downstairs to pick him up. The purpose of the call was to use the time it takes to go upstairs to get on the same page.

"Don't let slip, just say that I stayed late after school to play ball with you before coming back," Tang Shan instructed, "If my parents ask, just say this. Don't make things up unless necessary, the more you say, the more flaws there will be."

Lin Jinglei said irritably, "I got it. If you keep babbling, I'll go back. I came here for peace and quiet."

Tang Shan's parents are both lawyers, and they have high expectations for Tang Shan. They hope that he will study law in the future and engage in a legal profession. They completely disapprove of their son playing music.

Once, Tang Shan was caught participating in a street performance, and was locked in a room without any food or water for two days. It was Lin Jinglei who climbed through the drainpipe and opened the window to bring food for Tang Shan.

Tang Shan, on one hand, rebels and does his own thing, but on the other hand, follows the rules and behaves like a dutiful son, forming an extremely inconsistent personality characterized by alternating boldness and timidity.

Thinking of this, Lin Jinglei couldn't help but mock: "Why did they make you learn music when you were young, nurturing your interest, only to suppress it severely now? It doesn't make any sense."

Tang Shan sighed, "They said it was just to bring more joy to my childhood, there's no need to extend it to later."

Lin Jinglei smirked, "Look at how great I am, no one has high standards for me. It's liberating."

"To be honest, Leizi, what do you want to do in the future?"

Lin Jinglei was momentarily stunned by the question. "I don't know," he replied.

"I want to continue studying music," Tang Shan said with a silly smile, "writing songs, releasing albums, and becoming a superstar."

Lin Jinglei laughed and patted Tang Shan's shoulder, "Wake up, stop daydreaming. You should first be able to live by hugging a guitar and singing a song for your parents before saying anything."

Elementary School No. 2 is going to hold its autumn sports meeting on Monday. This year's theme is a parent-child sports meeting, requiring at least one parent to participate. If it weren't for Yan Ziqing, Yan Zizheng would never have called his dad.

Since he had a big fight with his dad and left home, he hasn't called that number again. He even changed the contact name in his phonebook from "Dad" which originally started with the letter B, to "Yan Sijun," which starts with the letter Y. Changing the nickname back to the full name was just so that he wouldn't see it in the first row when he opened the phonebook.

I dialed the phone number, but no one answered.

Yan Ziqing had a strong reaction, not even watching cartoons anymore. With a sobbing voice, she said, "Everyone has a mom and dad to go with them. I also need to bring one. I only have a dad, I don't have a mom anymore."

Yan Zizheng squatted on the ground, maintaining a similar height as Yan Ziqing. He sighed silently, "Xiao Qing, brother will call Teacher Liu later and talk to her, alright?"

Yan Ziqing burst into tears and exclaimed, "But all the other children have their parents with them, what am I supposed to do?"

Yan Zizheng couldn't stand seeing his sister cry, while also being angry at his father and resenting the unfair rules set by the Second Young Master.

Grandfather left.

"Grandpa is getting old and can't compete with his uncles and aunts in running."

"Go, Big Brother."

"Big brother, you're too young to bully Uncle and Aunt."

"I miss Mom."

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Yan Ziqing cried incessantly, and Yan Zizheng couldn't comfort her. He tried every method, but even riding a horse couldn't help.

Malang Li came out to use the restroom and heard crying through the window. She knocked on the door and came in, then after understanding what was going on, she suggested, "Why not let my mom go instead?"

Ma Liangli's mother doesn't have a job. The entire family relies on her father, who works on the railway, to cover all the expenses. Her father only comes home twice a month, staying for just one night before leaving again.

Ma Liangli's mother's surname is Lu. This Aunt Lu was originally a wealthy and pampered young lady who was not accustomed to hardship. However, against her family's wishes, she married into the poverty-stricken Ma family. She had two daughters, but sadly, her eldest daughter had an accident a few years ago and passed away. This incident greatly affected her, resulting in her becoming mentally unstable.

After Yan Zizheng and his younger sister moved here, they witnessed Aunt Lu having two episodes of illness, during which she became delirious and shouted loudly, smashing things everywhere. As soon as Yan Zizheng heard that she wanted that woman to take his sister to participate in the sports meet, before he could respond, his sister vigorously shook her head.

Yan Zizheng said somewhat bashfully, "Thank you, but it's better not to trouble you, Auntie."

Ma Liangli smirked and said, "Most of the time, she appears normal. But if you can't trust her, there's nothing I can do."

After everyone left, Yan Zizheng finally realized that his and Yan Ziqing's reactions had hurt others. Parents were not chosen, but they were his own. It was inevitable for others to feel uncomfortable and reject them. It was like when his mom left and his dad completely fell apart, being gossiped about by neighbors. He felt helpless and saddened.

When Yan Zizheng was about to call Yan Ziqing's class advisor, his father unexpectedly showed up.

The two individuals entering the door, the one walking in front is his grandfather. After having dinner, the old man said he was going out for a walk and only returned so late, it seems like he went to bring his father back from his house.

Yan Sijun had a stoic expression on his face. He reached out to hug his little daughter, but was unsuccessful. The petite figure quickly hid behind her older brother.

Yan Sijun hunched his back, with both hands hanging down. The once renowned neurosurgeon now resembled a recently released convict.

Yan Zizheng stood there, looking at his father. "When you beat her to the point of almost killing her, you should have been mentally prepared that she would never want to let you embrace her again."

Yan Sijun's gaze faltered, unable to meet anyone's eyes, and he stood there, saying nothing.

Lin Tai called Lin Jinglei and asked him to help feed the fish and change the water in the room for the next few days.

Lin Jinglei was rummaging through his wardrobe, searching for clean clothes to wear. He sniffed here and there, shirtless with his neck tilted, and his phone wedged between his ear and shoulder. He muttered, "Damn it, what do you mean by 'a few days'?"

"I don't plan on going back for now. I will express my protest to my dad."

"Protest my ass, please use your unique abilities and bring my aunt back," Lin Jinglei said, almost wailing at the end, "I don't even have clean clothes to wear!"

Lin Tai snorted, "Brother, those are all secondary matters. I hope that when I return, you haven't starved to death."

After saying this, he added in a low voice, "By the way, keep an eye on my dad at school and see if he's getting close to a female teacher surnamed Ming."

If Lin Jinglei could contribute to his uncle's family, he would be willing to go home. After reaching the school, he planned to target specific individuals in front of the faculty wall, but he was caught by the roaming invigilator.

"Which class are you from? Why aren't you taking the exam?"

Lin Jinglei finally took out the admission ticket that was almost thrown away as trash by him. After looking at the exam room, he ran quickly to the entrance.

After signaling to the two invigilators, he walked towards the only empty seat.

He was dumbfounded as soon as he sat down.

Forgot to bring a pen.

Damn it, what the hell is this fucking test for? I can't just bite my finger to write it, can I?

He began frantically searching, hoping that the pens he usually took with him would be left behind in his backpack by someone unknown.

After being reminded by the invigilator to place his backpack in front, he swiftly zipped it up and tried to leave directly.

With a loud thud, an unidentified flying object flew in from behind at an angle and landed on his table.

It is a black carbon pen.

Lin Jinglei turned around and saw Yan Zizheng. He wanted to curse at him, "What are you showing off for? Do you think you're the only one who has talent?"

The female invigilator quickly came over to verify the situation and took Lin Jinglei's school bag in the meantime.

Lin Jinglei sat there in a dejected manner, fiercely twisting the cap of his pen, his head slightly tilted as he glanced at Yan Zizheng with a malicious look. The exam had to continue, it's all your damn fault.

After forty minutes, Yan Zizheng stopped answering the questions and looked in the direction of Lin Jinglei. He was already sitting there, dozing off with his head leaning on his left arm, which was constantly drooping. The pen held in his right hand was stabbing and marking the paper, leaving behind a large ink stain.

Lin Jinglei slept intermittently for two subjects. After the morning exam ended, he got up and went to the front to pick up his backpack. He walked against the flow of people going home and went back to the wall on the top floor where the teachers worked. After scanning both walls, he stood there muttering, "Where can I find a female teacher surnamed Ling?"

After sending a message to Lin Tai, when he was about to turn and leave, he noticed Yan Zizheng not far behind him.

"Why are you here?"

Yan Zizheng leaned against the railing of the corridor, standing there with his hand extended towards Lin Jinglei.

Lin Jinglei frowned and asked, "What do you mean?"

My pen.

As Lin Jinglei opened his backpack and pulled out a pen to throw at the person, he quietly cursed under his breath, "What a stingy person, even wants his pen back."

Yan Zizheng caught the pen and held it in his hand, twirling it around. He leisurely asked the person walking in front of him, "No thanks?"

After a loud noise, Lin Jinglei checked his phone. Lin Tai said, "Brother, are you foolish? It's the Ming surname."

Lin Jinglei suddenly turned around to take another glance, but he forgot that someone was following behind him. After colliding heavily, if it wasn't for that person using their arm to block him on the lower back, he might have fallen down the stairs.

Suddenly stopping, covered in sweat, Lin Jinglei twisted his body in a bizarre manner, hunching his back and pressing his face against Yan Zizheng's chest.

Yan Zizheng's heart was pounding, his face remained calm as he said, "Your way of expressing gratitude is truly unique."

Lin Jinglei stabilized himself and pushed the person away before continuing to climb upstairs. I thank your ancestors for eighteen generations.