Chapter 6 Confused Mom
Lan Jie found that he didn’t know how to evaluate this junior high school student at all. Even if Qiao Yu said that there was a forty-year-old soul in his body, he would probably believe it. Even though the smile on this child's face is still a little green.
I can only comfort myself in my heart. At least judging from the current situation, Qiao Yu is still willing to trust the teacher and share with him so many very private things in life. This can be considered a good start.
But when I talk to Qiao Yu’s mother about Qiao Yu’s future later, I may need to change the direction.
Although he felt that there was something wrong with Qiao Yu's way of making money, he was not a legal practitioner after all, so he really couldn't tell whether it was illegal. But even if it's not illegal, it's definitely testing on the edge.
To be honest, Qiao Yu's experience made Lan Jie feel very sad.
It’s really not an era when everything is low-grade, only high-level students are educated.
As we enter the 21st century, young people’s definition of success is completely different from that of the older generation. The rapid development of the Internet has led to the rise of emerging industry chains such as e-sports and the Internet celebrity economy. Professional players and top Internet celebrities seem to be more envied among young people.
With Qiao Yu's current earning power, Lan Jie felt that there was a real question mark as to whether he could calm down and study.
Now we can only hope that Qiao Yu's mother can be a little more old-fashioned, but thinking that this mother can help Qiao Yu take sick leave and allow him to skip school and go to the Internet cafe to make money, Lan Jie feels desperate.
No, Qiao Yu is not yet an adult. Logically speaking, there are restrictions on all aspects of WeChat payment collection. Maybe Qiao Yu's WeChat account was created with the help of her mother, and the real-name information related to money does not belong to Qiao Yu at all.
Time passed quickly in Lang Jie's random thoughts, and soon the restaurant delivered packed meals.
After walking out of the restaurant, Lang Jie, who had something on his mind, had no intention of continuing to talk. He was silent a lot along the way. Fortunately, the community was right next to the restaurant.
The old community of more than 30 years is full of the smell of time. When dinner is being cooked, there is also a strong smell of fireworks.
It’s just that the cars in the community make the already narrow internal roads even more cramped, and even the fire escapes are blocked.
Qiao Yu turned a blind eye to all this. Carrying the packed lunch box, he led Lan Jie through the community with ease. Soon he came to a building. When he walked into the unit, Lan Jie paid special attention to the house number. No. 3, Building 10, Railway New Village.
Climbing to the third floor, Qiao Yu stopped in front of door No. 6, turned to look at Lan Jie, and said maturely: "Teacher Lan, you didn't tell me in advance that you would come to visit your home. Just in case. Don't mind if my mother is rude. I'll apologize for her first."
Before Lan Jie could figure out what this sentence meant, Qiao Yu's thumb was already on the fingerprint lock. .
The next moment, the door was opened.
"Mom..." Qiao Yu called out calmly, and then closed the door again. Fortunately, this kid stood in front of Lan Jie, otherwise he might have hit the door directly.
Before Lang Jie could ask questions, he heard a "bang", probably something hitting the door.
Qiao Yu explained with a hint of apology, and explained in a low voice: "I'm sorry, Teacher Lan, in fact, my mother has a very good and gentle temper when she is sober. Although she is irritable when she is tipsy. A little bit, but it’s still the basic truth.”
Lan Jie was a little confused, and then he vaguely heard a crisp voice coming from the room, and he didn’t know what he said.
However, Qiao Yu did not explain, but shouted to the ajar door: "Mom, don't look at the shoe for now, a teacher is coming to visit your home."
Lan Jie: "..."
"Ah! Wait!" A scream of unknown meaning came from the house, followed by a pinging sound. Before Lan Jie could recover, he heard a gentle voice: "Okay. Let the teacher come in."
Qiao Yu opened the door again, turned his head and smiled at Lan Jie behind him, then walked in with the bag.
For a moment, this young child's ordinary smile made Lang Jie feel a little nervous.
The experienced math teacher shook his head, as if he could get rid of the ridiculous feeling. Then he looked up and saw the woman who had already arrived at the door.
Very beautiful...
The first thing that came to Lan Jie's mind when he saw Qiao Yu's mother was this very simple comment.
After all, I am not a Chinese teacher, and I don’t like to use those gorgeous words to describe that kind of beauty.
If I had to ask this math teacher to describe it, probably even though the woman in front of me is obviously bare-faced, she can already beat 80% of the women who usually watch short video software with their beauty turned on.
It is not without its shortcomings.
For example, my face looks unhealthy and pale. But it's not the kind of milky white that's as warm as jade, it's simply the kind of paleness that comes from lack of exercise and long-term absence from the sun.
But in terms of lack of exercise, like Qiao Yu, he has a very slender figure.
Drinking alcohol, eating well, not exercising, not gaining weight...naturally beautiful?
Yes, before Qiao Yu opened the door, Lan Jie, who had been thinking about how to talk to Qiao Yu's mother about the boy's talent, probably also thought about what this mother might look like. But I didn't expect it to be a beautiful woman who looked gentle and gentle.
If the other person is a few years younger, Lan Jie will even praise in his mind that this mother is so young and elegant, like Lin Daiyu...
"I'm sorry, teacher, I just thought he was playing outside and didn't know how to go home. By the way, you are Qiao Yu's..."
"His name is Lan Jie, a mathematics teacher in the high school department of our school. " Qiao Yu, who was changing shoes, answered casually.
"You kid, you want to call me teacher, Teacher Lan, wait, eh? High school... Um, Qiao Yu, are you already in high school?" Qiao Yu's mother asked subconsciously, with a displeased tone. So sure.
Okay, Lang Jie is sure that this mother must have been drinking. Although she looks sober, people who don’t drink are very sensitive to the smell of alcohol, and they can clearly hear it when talking to the other person. I smell the alcohol.
"Well, Qiao Yu's mother, the child is still in the third grade of junior high school. I am here to talk to you about the future of the child, especially about his talent in mathematics." Lan Jie composed himself. , said.
Well, it’s not particularly new for parents to be confused about whether their children are in middle or high school. Lan Jie has seen it a lot and is used to it.
The general social environment is that parents are trying their best to educate their children, especially in a city with a strong education like Star City. In order to get their children into the top four majors, many parents go to any lengths to raise their children. However, there are also many parents who no longer believe that education can change lives, and naturally have no concern for their children's education.
Of course, this cannot be entirely blamed on the parents. Whose family doesn’t have trouble reciting sutras these days? Not to mention being a single-parent family.
Hey...
(End of this chapter)