When the family of three returned to the classroom, the atmosphere in the class was depressing. Failure and the fat boy and others all looked unhappy, obviously because they had some dispute just now.
Chu Qing's expression changed slightly. After returning to his seat, he asked Chen Xiu in a low voice, "What happened?"
"The results of the selection came out just now. Fatty said that Fail cheated, and Fail said that Fatty couldn't afford to lose, and the two started arguing... I believe Fatty, so did Fail really cheat?" When Chen Xiu asked, he regretted very much that he didn't go with them just now, which resulted in him not being around when the boss was busy.
Chu Qing sighed, nodded slightly, and briefly explained the matter.
Chen Xiu looked a little unhappy: "Is Director Duan crazy? Why did he deprive the boss of his qualification to compete? I'm going to report him to the Education Bureau!"
"The results are out, and your report is useless. Let's leave it that way for now." Chu Qing was calm. After she calmed down and thought about it, she also felt that exposing the inside story was useless. The prejudice of the world was a huge mountain. Even if they produced evidence to prove that Qi Muyang was qualified to participate in the competition, I'm afraid there would be people who would say that Qi Muyang's academic performance did not qualify him to represent the school.
Since it is useless to produce evidence at this time, and it will also cause Qi Muyang to be caught up in a public opinion storm, it is better to calm down first and deal with everything after the competition.
"Are we really just going to let it go like this?" Chen Xiu hesitated.
Qi Muyang slapped him on the head: "What else? Do you still want to beat him up?"
“… I just feel aggrieved.” Chen Xiu muttered softly, but seeing that Qi Muyang looked normal, she did not mention the matter again and changed the subject to talk about something else.
As they were talking, the classroom suddenly became quiet. Everyone subconsciously looked towards the door of the classroom, only to see the head teacher standing there. He called Qi Muyang's name and turned away. The face of the failed student turned pale, and he moved his mouth but said nothing.
"What's wrong with you?" the girl sitting in front of him asked curiously.
Bu Ke lowered his head hastily: "... I'm fine."
When Qi Muyang heard what he said as he passed by him, he glanced at him contemptuously and strode out of the classroom.
The head teacher was waiting at the stairs and forced a smile when he saw him.
"Teacher, what's the matter?" Qi Muyang asked calmly. The class teacher was not involved in the selection, so he would not be rude to her.
He didn't react, but the head teacher felt guilty. After a long silence, he sighed, "I'm sorry, I couldn't help you."
"You can't make the decision on this matter, right? Don't take it to heart..."
"I'm going to resign." The head teacher interrupted him.
Qi Muyang was stunned for a moment: "What?"
"Resign," the head teacher repeated with a bitter smile, "I shouldn't have said this to a child like you. I just want to tell you that there are not only teachers who plunder your achievements, but also those who hope that you can be treated fairly. Don't be disappointed in the school..."
"Wait a moment," Qi Muyang interrupted her quickly, "Are you going to resign just because of this?"
"A teacher who fails to protect his students has failed in his duty. Since he has failed in his duty, he is naturally unqualified to be your class teacher. This is the price I pay for this incident." The usually strict class teacher rarely smiled.
Qi Muyang didn't know whether to laugh or cry: "No, you said that, it seems like I forced you to resign. Okay, I don't blame you for this, and you don't have to feel guilty. Besides, what will we do if you resign? We are already in the third year of high school, and we have to adapt to a new head teacher again?"
"I have thought about this. Our class's performance is pretty good. If I leave, there should be a good teacher willing to take over." The head teacher relaxed his eyes.
Qi Muyang sighed, "No matter how good it is, it's not you! Besides, how can you be sure that a good teacher is suitable to be a good class teacher? If you leave now, it will be the greatest injustice to me and other students, you know?"
The head teacher pursed his lips, and a wrinkle appeared between his brows.
"Besides, I have decided to participate in the debate in my own name and have not given up on it, so you don't have to feel guilty," Qi Muyang waved his hand at her. "Anyway, you must not resign. My grades have finally improved a little, and I have changed my homeroom teacher temporarily. What if they regress?"
“… You’re at the bottom of the class, and you’re still afraid of falling behind?” The head teacher laughed, but his expression was obviously much more relaxed than before.
Qi Muyang raised the corner of his lips: "Why not? I'm in the top ten in English."
"That's enough. If you keep showing off, your tail will be up in the sky. Go back first." The head teacher looked at him unhappily.
Qi Muyang chuckled, turned around and walked towards the classroom. After walking a few steps, he suddenly stopped, turned around and said seriously: "I have never been a good student. I fight, skip classes and lie, but you have never looked at me with tinted glasses, so you don't have to prove anything by resigning. As long as you continue to teach me, I will be very happy."
The head teacher stared at him in silence for a long while before smiling bitterly and saying, "I understand. Go in."
It was the first time that Qi Muyang said such cheesy words to other people. His ears couldn't help but feel hot. He wanted to add a few more words, but he was too embarrassed and finally had to return to the classroom in silence.
As soon as he entered the classroom, Buqi stared at him intently, and when he approached, he suddenly asked, "What did Teacher Zhao say to you?"
"Is it your business?" Qi Muyang glanced at him.
Bu Ke bit his lip with a dark face and said nothing more.
Over the next two days, whenever Qi Muyang thought of her, he would send a message to his class teacher to make sure she had resigned. It was not until the class teacher could no longer tolerate him and took him to the office to give her a scolding that he stopped sending harassing text messages.
He was terrified these days because he failed. He even dreamed about being replaced. He was exhausted for several days, but he kept waiting and waiting, but there was no news. So he went to ask Director Duan, and after confirming that his place would not be snatched away, he started to be arrogant again. In order to prepare for the competition, he even took leave and went back to the dormitory to practice, which aroused the dissatisfaction of many teachers.
The head teacher tried to talk to him, telling him not to put the cart before the horse and delay his studies. However, in the eyes of Failure at this time, the head teacher was the one who wanted to snatch his place with Qi Muyang, so he naturally didn't take what he said to heart. After repeating it several times, the head teacher had no choice but to let him go.
All the classmates knew about Buqie's mischief, but they just grumbled about it in private. No one had ever made trouble for him in person. The Fatty and others had even been warned by Qi Muyang not to provoke Buqie again, which made Buqie even more rampant.
"Boss, can't you really just beat him up? I just can't stand the way he succeeds!" The treacherous minister cursed.
Qi Muyang sneered: "Let him go crazy. The crazier he gets now, the worse he will fall in the future."
"…That's not necessarily true. He takes this debate competition very seriously and studies all day long. I doubt he can really win a place." The little fat man said carefully.
Chen Xiu was also a little embarrassed: "Yes, Boss, he might really win the award."
Qi Muyang sneered: "If you want to win the award, step over me first."
The treacherous minister and the little fat man were stunned. After staring at each other for a while, the treacherous minister said with a stiff upper lip: "Um... Boss, the judges of the competition should not be easy to threaten."
"Stupid, the boss means that he wants to participate in the competition in his own capacity." Chen Xiu looked at them speechlessly.
The little fat boy was immediately surprised: "Really? Boss, you haven't given up!"
"Nonsense, if we give up, that will be what he wants," Qi Muyang said with disdain, and added, "By the way, don't tell anyone about this, okay?"
"Why?" The treacherous minister was puzzled.
The little fat man nudged him with his elbow and said, "You are stupid. A slap in the face plot must be unexpected to be satisfying. What's the point of telling it now?"
"I understand. Boss, we support you!" The treacherous minister, like the sunflower, immediately raised his hand.
The little fat guy was more concerned about something else: "Boss, have you signed up? It seems like the deadline is today."
"I reported it early." Qi Muyang sneered and went back to his father for tutoring in a happy mood.
There is no limit on individual registration, so many people participate. Because the debate competition is scheduled for half a month later, the top ten students must be selected from a large number of students within half a month, so the exams are much more intensive. Although he felt that these exams were not a problem for him, Qi Muyang still prepared seriously and asked Qi Weichen to give him lectures every day.
At first Qi Weichen was willing to cooperate, but after two or three days he suddenly realized that he no longer had the energy to date, so he thought for a long time and one morning he said, "Starting today, you will study on your own."
"Why?" Qi Muyang opened his eyes wide.
Qi Weichen lowered his eyes: "I have nothing to teach you."
“… Come on, don’t you want me to study hard? I’m studying hard now, why are you too lazy to teach me?” Qi Muyang saw through him at a glance.
Qi Weichen glanced at him and said, "You can relax for a while."
"No, that won't work. I have an exam the day after tomorrow. Four-fifths of the candidates were eliminated in the first round. I have to take it seriously." Qi Muyang glared.
Qi Weichen was silent for a moment: "Then take a rest today and make up for the lessons tomorrow."
"Time is money, Dad!" Qi Muyang was heartbroken, as if the identities of the two people had been switched.
Qi Weichen pretended not to hear, changed his clothes quietly and went out. Qi Muyang saw that he really didn't intend to teach him, so he immediately followed him to the classroom with a hum. As soon as he got to his seat, he complained to Chu Qing: "He's going on strike, you take care of him!"
"What's going on?" Chu Qing asked blankly.
Qi Muyang told Chu Qing what happened in the dormitory. Chu Qing frowned and looked at Qi Weichen disapprovingly: "If you feel tired, you can cut the make-up class time in half today. You can't not teach him at all. He is in a critical period now."
"You don't know?" Qi Weichen asked.
Chu Qing was puzzled: "Know what?"
Qi Weichen was silent for a moment: "There is no problem with his strength."
Qi Muyang was dissatisfied: "Who said that? I feel like a sieve now, with holes all over my body. You have to fill up the holes for me one by one!"
"Yes, you have to make it up to him." Chu Qing immediately agreed.
Qi Weichen looked at the mother and son with a clear gaze, and under their expectant gazes, he said word by word: "No."
Mother and son: “…” They really wanted to beat him up, but they didn’t dare.
No matter how they persuaded him, Qi Weichen looked like he was going to go on strike, so the two of them had no choice but to give up and start reciting the book they were supposed to recite this morning. After the morning self-study session, when the three of them went to the cafeteria to eat, Qi Muyang asked Qi Weichen questions about debate in various ways, but Qi Weichen only had one answer: "No class today."
Qi Muyang: "...Are you still my dad?"
Qi Weichen peeled the eggs slowly and said calmly: "Is it okay? Do you need me to send you to an orphanage?"
"Tsk, how do you talk to a child?" Chu Qing glanced at him, waiting for him to give her the egg like he used to do.
Then I saw him peel the eggs and eat them by himself... He actually, ate them by himself.
Chu Qing opened her mouth in shock and took a deep breath: "Don't you dislike eggs?"
Qi Weichen's fingertips paused: "I want to eat today."
"Why do you suddenly want to eat?" Chu Qing was puzzled.
Qi Weichen looked at her: "What do you think?"
Chu Qing stared at him blankly for a long while, then suddenly reached out and touched his forehead, and murmured after a while: "You don't have a fever."
“… Let go.” Qi Weichen was speechless.
Chu Qing immediately let go of her hand and smiled at him, but Qi Weichen lowered his head expressionlessly, not wanting to look her in the eye. She felt that Qi Weichen was a little strange, but he refused to tell her when she asked him, so she could only observe silently.
The more I observed him, the more I felt something was wrong. Why was he always unhappy? Especially at lunch, he even asked for a bowl of noodles with clear soup. When I asked him if it tasted good, he said it was not. When I asked him why he wanted to eat it, he said he should eat it.
…So what are the things you should and shouldn’t eat when it comes to plain noodles
The more she thought about it, the weirder it seemed. While Chu Qing was confused, she studied hard the whole day and even memorized all the words and texts that she needed to learn tomorrow. However, Qi Weichen was not very happy either.
… There must be something wrong with him.
After Chu Qing had been alone for a day, she couldn't help but pull Qi Muyang to ask, "Do you feel that something is wrong with your dad?"
"Yes, I'm not blind." Qi Muyang answered immediately.
Chu Qing frowned: "Did you make him angry?"
"Absolutely not." Qi Muyang quickly distanced himself from the matter.
Chu Qing sighed, "That's weird, I didn't make him angry, and neither did you, so why is he always unhappy?"
"Maybe it's those few days every month." Qi Muyang thought for a while and said.
Chu Qing had heard that men also have low periods every month, so she felt that what Qi Muyang said made sense. She nodded and thought, "So how should I comfort him now?"
"Buy him something delicious. Sweets make people happy." Qi Muyang suggested.
Chu Qing laughed: "You want to eat it yourself, even though you know he doesn't like desserts."
"Then buy the kind that's not too sweet. Anyway, the high calories will definitely make people feel good." Qi Muyang still insisted.
Chu Qing thought for a moment and said, "Then... go buy him a small cake?"
"Sure!" Qi Muyang agreed immediately.
So the matter was settled. Chu Qing went to the dessert shop in the cafeteria and thought the quality of their food was not very good, so she called a cake shop outside the school and ordered an exquisite little cake.
By the time evening self-study was over, cakes had started to be delivered. When they were almost at the dormitory, the cake shop called Chu Qing.
"Okay... okay, I got it. It's at the back wall, right? Wait a minute, I'll be there right away." After answering the phone, Chu Qing ran towards the back of the dormitory.
"What is she going to do?" Qi Weichen frowned.
Qi Muyang said casually: "Ah, we ordered a cake for you."
Qi Weichen paused, and the air pressure around him suddenly became less low. Qi Muyang paused, and seeing his obviously happy expression, he was stunned for a moment and asked, "Are you so happy?"
"No." Qi Weichen said coldly, but his ears turned slightly red.
Qi Muyang, who knew his old father well, chuckled and said, "Don't pretend, I can see it all."
Qi Weichen glanced at him and his gaze stopped at the corner of the wall.
The father and son waited for about ten minutes, and Chu Qing came back panting, holding a small cake box in her hand. Qi Weichen's eyes softened when he saw her, and he took the box when she approached.
"Thank you." He said slowly.
Chu Qing calmed her breath and said, "Did Qi Muyang tell you everything?"
"Well, I didn't expect you were already prepared." Qi Weichen relaxed.
Chu Qing knew at a glance that he was in a good mood, and immediately followed suit: "You too, we didn't know, couldn't you have reminded us? Aren't you afraid of getting bored if you're alone?"
"It will only make sense if you take the initiative to think about it." Qi Weichen replied.
Chu Qing snorted: "Why didn't I notice that you have such a sense of ritual before? By the way, does my uncle also come on a cycle? If so, I'll note the date and make preparations early next month." Otherwise, who could bear Qi Weichen's displeasure!
Qi Weichen paused: "Uncle?"
"Yes," Chu Qing said, noticing that he didn't seem to understand, so she smiled and explained, "It's the few days every month when men have low periods. I don't know what the scientific name is. You can just replace it yourself."
“… Do you think you are my uncle today?” Qi Weichen asked, and fell silent after seeing her puzzled look.
The mother and son watched as the academic genius went from being relaxed and cheerful at the beginning to turning into a low-pressure devil in just one second, and they were suddenly embarrassed and confused.
"Eat the cake yourself." Qi Weichen returned the cake to Chu Qing with a cold face, turned around and walked towards the dormitory. Qi Muyang, who didn't have time to catch up, was immediately left far behind.
"Why is he unhappy? Did I say something wrong?" Chu Qing had a lot of questions today.
Qi Muyang's mouth twitched: "I don't know either. Wasn't he fine just now?"
"… Then when did he become unwell?" Chu Qing was speechless.
Qi Muyang thought about it carefully and confirmed: "It seems to have started from when you mentioned uncle... What is uncle? Does it refer to the low period?"
"… We have a generation gap, so let's not talk about this." Chu Qing looked at the cake in her hand speechlessly and couldn't help but sigh.
Qi Muyang was a little greedy: "Can you give me a piece?"
“… He doesn’t want to eat anymore, so I’ll give it all to you.” Chu Qing’s mind was full of Qi Weichen, and she didn’t even have the energy to eat dessert.
Qi Muyang didn't plan to eat alone, so he cut a piece after opening the box and gave the rest back to Chu Qing. Chu Qing had no choice but to carry it back to the dormitory. Since she went upstairs, she has been thinking about a very philosophical question: What happened to Qi Weichen
Chu Qing kept thinking about coming out of the shower without thinking about the result. Instead, because she was racking her brain for so long, she became hungry. At this time, her eyes fell on the cake and suddenly lit up.
She temporarily forgot about Qi Weichen, opened the box and cut a piece. After taking a few bites, an idea flashed in her mind, and she froze as if struck by lightning.
Today! Is! Qi Weichen! Birthday!
She had been remembering it, but there were so many things going on in the past two days, and her heart was so focused on Qi Muyang that she didn't even think about it until the day came.
She gasped, put down the cake in a panic, found her phone and called Qi Weichen, but the other party's phone was turned off. She gritted her teeth and called Qi Muyang again, but she didn't know what the guy was doing. No one answered the call after several calls.
Chu Qing had no choice but to run outside in her pajamas. After running a few steps, she suddenly thought of the cake, and hurried back to pack the cake, and ran downstairs with it. The weather was cold and gloomy in winter, and the breeze blew, chilling her bones. Fortunately, her winter pajamas were very thick, and after Chu Qing ran downstairs, she wrapped herself tightly.
"Where are you going, classmate?" the building manager called her.
Chu Qing paused for a moment and said awkwardly, "I'm going to give something to my classmates."
"Hurry up, it will close in ten minutes." The building manager yawned and went back to his own room to lie down.
Chu Qing pursed her lips, ran out without looking back, and soon arrived at the dormitory building where Qi Weichen and his friends lived. She wanted to take out her cell phone to make a call, but when she felt her pocket, she realized she didn't have it with her. If she ran back to get it, it would be too late.
She looked at the empty door of the boys' dormitory, then at her androgynous pajamas, gritted her teeth, put on her hat, and sneaked in with the cake.
The author has something to say: Sorry, there is still one chapter to go, I will try to finish it in two hours. Youqian had a high fever again today, I took him to the hospital, and I didn’t come back until almost seven o’clock. Youqian’s child may not be well, and may need to go to the hospital at any time, so the updates have not been on time recently. I apologize to everyone again.