Why not hang yourself on the southeast tree

Song Qian was almost moved by his son's soft, cute and well-behaved appearance.

As soon as I entered the classroom, the head teacher pulled my sleeve and complained to me.

Such as Song Zijin pulling the braids of his deskmate, putting a caterpillar in someone's pencil case, drawing a big turtle on someone's homework book, giving someone a nickname...

Song Qian stared at the two whorls of hair on his head teacher's head, his mind wandering and his eyes out of focus.

He hadn't called Song Zijin this name for a long, long time, and always used "stinky boy" instead.

Thinking back to the beginning, he had clearly given his child a high-end and classy name like "Song Jinzi", which was the same as his own and everyone loved it. Unfortunately, the old man of the Lin family changed the name.

Your green collar is always in my mind, but I have been thinking about it until now because of you.

It's so sour, and there's no trace of the domineering attitude of a tiger father and a dog son...

He refused to accept, and Lin Xiaorou glared at him, telling him that he had no choice but to accept.

And keep smiling and shouting compliments.

( ￣ー￣)

Well, the fallacy that parents expel impurities from their bodies by giving birth to children does seem to be somewhat credible.

Song Qian is tough and decisive, Lin Xiaorou is both tough and gentle, and Lin Zijin is naughty...

Whose fault is this?!

【Zijin’s father?! 】

The head teacher was talking until her mouth was dry. When she looked up, the big idiot opposite her was looking left and right, which made her laugh...

[Eh?! Teacher, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, what did you just say? ]

[Oh, forget it, just go sit in Zijin's seat. The meeting will start soon. I'll talk to you at the meeting...]

The head teacher has known Song Zijin for three years, but this is the first time he has seen Song's father. There is no such person in the class group, as if he does not exist at all. Usually, the people who pick up and drop off Zijin are all white-haired old men.

Not left-behind children, but better than left-behind children.

She thought it was because Father Song was busy with his career.

She guessed wrong...

There is nothing new about the parent-teacher meeting. It is just a report on the basic situation of the children in this semester. The children who have made progress are praised one by one, and the naughty and difficult to discipline ones are individually named and reported.

Song Zijin stood next to his father, looking like a bean sprout. When he heard the teacher call out his name, he held his head high.

This is a notice of criticism, you little brat! Are you so proud?

A boy standing behind Song Zijin was also called out. He was holding the back of Song Zijin's clothes with a proud look on his face, but this made his mother so angry that she slapped him on the back of his head. Only then did the boy stand still with a pout in grievance.

An hour later, the meeting finally ended, but the back door was blocked, so we could only leave through the front door.

Song Qian wanted to run away along the wall in shame, just like when he received the action order that year, he held the gun in both hands and ran against the wall close to the entrance of the target building.

Unfortunately, the head teacher didn't intend to let him go and handed him a form.

Questionnaire on children's psychological education.

Song Qian was confused. He knew all the characters, so why was it so difficult to understand when they were put together?

Moreover, these tricky questions only have fill-in-the-blank questions, and there is not even a single-choice question, so you can't even guess the answer.

[Dad Song, please think carefully before writing. When you formulate a plan, the answers to your parents' questionnaire will be your main reference! ]

[Ah?! Okay, okay, teacher, I got it. Give me five minutes! ]

Song Zijin stood obediently beside his father. His classmates left one after another. He was quite popular. Many children whispered to him before leaving with their parents.

Song Qian had very good ears, and heard a lot of things like [Your dad is so handsome!], [Your dad is so tall, taller than a black bear standing up straight!], [Your dad looks very muscular, can he throw me up to the sky!]...

Whenever he heard childish conversations like these, the corners of his mouth couldn't help twitching.

He felt like he was sitting on pins and needles, and it was extremely difficult for him to answer the questions. It was much harder than completing a tower defense game. At least he didn't have to endure the constant glares from his homeroom teacher.

The head teacher was also going crazy: Is it that difficult? Huh? We agreed on five minutes, and now fifty minutes have passed, and you have only finished half of it, and you are chewing the pen tip. I finally understand why there is not a single normal pen in Song Zijin's pencil case... Like son, like father. A mother is a bear, and a father is a bear. Please, hurry up!!!

Song Qian's senses were so sharp that he could feel the gaze of the head teacher opposite him that could burn him into a roasted bear paw without even looking up.

He answered all the questions at the end in one go.

The other party was obviously relieved. They didn't even check the person in person. They just took a quick glance and let him go after finding no blanks.

Afterwards, the head teacher wanted to slap himself in the face. How come he didn’t notice that the last ten questions of Song’s father were about reciting the lyrics of the national anthem, which were totally unrelated to the question asked. This father was hopeless.

[Dad! Where should I go today? ]

Winter vacation started two days after the parent-teacher meeting. It was the first time in three years that Song Zijin was picked up from school by his father. He was so excited.

[You little brat, you made me get scolded by the class teacher today, and I haven't settled the score with you yet! How about you come home with me so we can have a good talk? ! ]

Song Zijin's skin tightened, and she felt a little panicked. Was she going to be beaten by a doubles team? !

[Oh, by the way, I'm going to Yunnan in a few days, do you want to go with me? ]

Song Zijin's eyes lit up. His childhood lasted only eight years, and he wore masks for three of them. To be honest, he had almost forgotten all the memories of going out to play when he was a little kid.

【Take a plane or a train? ! 】

Song Qian grinned.

[I have to buy some New Year gifts for people when I drive the RV. It is convenient to drive and I am not in a hurry. Your grandparents have signed up for a tour group and will also leave in a few days. They will not have time to take care of you then.]

[Aren’t there still grandparents? ]

[Haha, your grandpa won't let you stare at the phone or TV all day. If you're willing to practice calligraphy and chess with him every day, go ahead. It'll be a good opportunity for your mom and I to go on another honeymoon!]

[Hmph, forget it! I want to go, I want to go! ]

Song Zijin is a person who can't sit still. Even though his grandparents treat him very well, he still likes his grandparents more.

Kids are like this, they like whoever does what they want.

Grandpa vs. grandpa, one takes him to the park to fish, shovel sand, watch Tik Tok and watch animations, while the other coaxes and persuades him to practice calligraphy, play chess, checkers, flying chess, and does not allow him to touch any electronic products at all.

Grandpa was completely defeated. There was no point in reasoning with the little boy, so he was very angry.

[Okay, you must be obedient when the time comes, and don't leave the sight of me and your mother. A fair-skinned and tender child like you is most likely to be kidnapped by bad people... You have also watched a lot of family search programs with your grandma, right? The kidnapped children in those programs have not seen their parents for decades. Isn't that pitiful?]

Song Zijin thought of how her grandmother would burst into tears every time after hearing a few words from Grandma Ni Ping on TV. She felt sympathetic and nodded quickly.

[Let’s go buy some sugar-coated dumplings. Your mom loves them!]

【okay! 】