Become a stepmother and save the male protagonist of the painful literary school

Tong Huaimu looked impatient, and casually picked up a piece of the sloppy-looking fish-flavored eggplant stew with chopsticks and stuffed it into his mouth. It was considered giving her face.

But when he put the eggplant in his mouth, his expression became very subtle, and he tended to frown, "This is spicy."

Jian Yan exclaimed, "Spicy? I added green peppers to add color."

Those who didn't believe it also tried it, and it was indeed a bit spicy.

I thought that I shouldn’t let the servants go to buy vegetables next time, as they were too careless. I had to let Aunt Wang go.

"You can't handle spicy food, spit it out."

But he had already swallowed it, his expression was very strange, his eyebrows seemed to be tied up, "It's not very spicy..."

The awkward choking expression was not because it was too spicy, but because the dish was much more delicious than he thought, which made him feel self-doubt - he obviously didn't like spicy food, so why did this eggplant stew suit his taste buds so well?

He then tried other dishes and his eyes lit up again and again.

This is what it looks like on the table. Before I ate it, I thought I would never like it. But after trying it once, I realized how delicious it is.

I finished the meal reluctantly and awkwardly.

Jian Yan saw his whole appearance, and it was all under her control.

As Jian Yan lowered her head to drink her soup, she asked casually, "How is the new class?"

The boy paused and said, "Very good."

These two words were a high compliment to someone who was not good at speaking. She knew that he was very satisfied with this arrangement.

Just as she raised the corners of her lips.

The system's voice sounded in my mind:

"Ding! Wenquxing is issuing a great adventure mission [improve the male protagonist's grades to 400th in the grade], with a bounty of divine coins, and a deadline: before the male protagonist's second year of high school."

"Does the host choose to accept the task?"

Jian Yan clicked the transparent button without hesitation: "Accept."

Wenquxing: The male protagonist of this campus novel has poor academic performance. It is very difficult to significantly improve his grades. Even ranking 200th is not easy, so you have to be prepared.

Jian Yan nodded: "Okay, I understand."

There is still more than half a year left.

……

Tong Ruixiao temporarily dealt with the superficial affairs of the subsidiary's guarantee incident, and then received a message from the principal of Jiangcheng No. 1 Middle School saying that Tong Huaimu had transferred to another class.

After asking carefully, it turned out that it was Jian Yan who arranged it in his name.

In the past, Jian Yan did whatever she wanted to do, and he never interfered, no matter what, because they were in a marriage relationship and he had no right to interfere.

But she couldn't put her hands on his son, that was his bottom line.

It was already past ten o'clock in the evening when the driver picked him up and took him back to the villa.

"Dong, dong dong..."

Jane Yan heard someone knocking on her bedroom door, she stood up from her computer desk and opened the door: "It's late, what's going on?"

I thought it was Aunt Wang, but when I opened the door it was a tall figure.

The magnetic voice was gentle, "Let's talk about Tong Huaimu."

Jian Yan was surprised for a moment, then she smiled again, invited him in, and motioned for him to sit at the desk. "I was just about to call you to talk about Xiao Mu."

"Xiao Mu ranked 600th in his grade this time. After the parents' meeting, I found that he was not suitable for the elite class with high pressure and fast progress, so I suggested to the principal that he be transferred to a regular class."

Tong Ruixiao smiled and shook his head, with a hint of ulterior motive, "I came back just because I received this news."

"I think you should discuss this with me before making a decision, rather than just doing it first and asking for my approval later."

His tone was gentle and his sentences were precise, as if he was in a board meeting at a company. He was polite yet sharp.

"I heard you say that the company is very busy and the parent-teacher conference is short, so I thought I'd do the work first and then explain it to you."

Jian Yan openly admitted the inappropriateness of her behavior, neither servile nor overbearing, "This is indeed my fault."

They are a couple on the surface, and they are somewhat strange and distant. But because it is a conversation between two equal subjects, they respect each other.

The scene didn't seem like two colleagues discussing a work plan, rather than discussing household matters or child education issues.

Tong Ruixiao caught a glimpse of her computer screen, which contained a research report. He noticed that the title of the paper was "Cultivation of Subject Thinking in High Schools."

He withdrew his gaze and said:

"All my arrangements are for a reason. The elite class has strong teachers, the most complete equipment, and a good learning atmosphere. If Tong Huaimu stays in such a class, he will naturally learn from others and make progress on his own initiative. Similarly, if he mixes with students in ordinary classes, he will lose motivation and become mediocre."

She sat in the chair in front of the computer desk, her arms crossed, a puzzled look in her eyes, "What does Mr. Tong think is mediocre?"

"Does not having outstanding achievements mean being mediocre? I don't think so."

She looked straight at him, her eyes were clear and there was no fear in them, but rather a calmness.

Tong Ruixiao nodded: "Go on."

He did not interrupt her train of thought to express his own opinion. That would be like forcing an idea on others, which would be meaningless.

He wanted to hear her thoughts.

Jian Yan: "A genius only needs to use 30% of his effort to reach a level that ordinary people can only reach with their full strength. Jiangcheng No. 1 Middle School has the highest admission rate in Jiangcheng, and the elite class is the best of the best. All students are specially recruited and have gone through layers of selection before they can enter. Naturally, they are geniuses among the crowd."

Tong Ruixiao did not deny it.

He was invited to give a lecture to the elite class of senior high school students in Jiangcheng No. 1 Middle School. The students in the lecture hall were very quick-witted and left a deep impression on him.

Jian Yan continued, "Geniuses are rare after all, and most people need to be trained to acquire stronger learning abilities. Obviously, Xiao Mu is an average person in terms of learning, as can be seen from his grades."

"Mr. Tong can use the money to arrange for him to be in a class full of geniuses, but can you give him the corresponding abilities?"

Tong Ruixiao was stunned and fell into deep thought.

"The answer is no."

The woman's voice was calm and clear, which was sobering.

"As the course becomes more difficult, the gap between Xiao Mu and his classmates will only grow larger. This will put him under great psychological pressure and will most likely lead to him being isolated and excluded."

She asked sharply, "You only think that you should give him the best of everything, but have you ever thought about whether it is appropriate? Have you ever asked him if he really needs all this?"

"Mr. Tong, you are in business, you should know best that some Dingxi cannot be bought with money."

Hearing this, Tong Ruixiao looked at her.

The eyes behind the lenses were sharp, as if trying to see through her eyes to the soul within.

Jian Yan's heart skipped a beat when he saw this.

She looked away, but her voice didn't change at all, as if she couldn't sense his scrutiny:

“If you put a falcon in the sea, it will not become as good at swimming as a fish because its talent is not there. Only by letting it go to where it should go can we tap into its potential.”

"That's why I asked Xiao Mu to change classes."

When her words completely disappeared into the air, the man stood up, his eyes locked on her face, making her feel frightened.