allonlinenovel Chapter 45 A desperate sprint
Chapter 45 A desperate sprint
This good-for-nothing kid deserves a beating. He could get a passing grade even without looking at the test paper and just filling in the answer sheet.
[Haha, you're the kind of parent who enjoys domestic violence, aren't you? Watch out, your daughter and son might pull out your oxygen tank when you're old!]
My child doesn't need to be outstanding, just safe and happy.
[It's too early to say! When the child grows up, without a diploma, skills, or connections, how will they work and live? Are they expected to just stay at home and sponge off their parents?]
[Some children have low IQs and are simply not cut out for learning. Can beating or scolding really make up for that?]
If you can't endure the hardship of studying, you'll have to endure the hardship of life. There's no way around it; reality is always cruel.
To be fair, while studying isn't the only path to success, it's certainly the easiest one in life. Nothing in this world is absolute; just do what you can with a clear conscience.
The live stream room was noisy, but the voices from the broadcast gradually faded into the distance.
With the sound of a door slamming shut, the mother's angry, exasperated shouts drifted out: "Stop crying! Get up and do your homework! If you fail again, the school won't accept you, and your father and I won't acknowledge you!"
Soon, the son, sniffling, began to study:
Oh… four years… Teng… Teng Zijing… Zijing… keeping vigil…
Next year... government... government... Zheng He... voyages to the Western Ocean... re-established government... promoted...
He recited it over and over again, and although it was completely nonsensical, at least the first sentence was correct.
That's too extreme! You can't judge a child's worth based on grades alone; perhaps they have talent in other areas?
Look how driven he is, he's started talking nonsense.
[What does this have to do with the school? The child didn't do anything wrong, why would they dare to expel him?]
[You don't understand, do you? Every school has a fixed college entrance rate. If a student's academic performance is poor, the principal will usually try to get them expelled. But I think it's quite reasonable. Rather than wasting educational resources, it's better to find another way out as soon as possible. It's just a pity that parents can never see the reality.]
Parents' hearts are always full of love and concern; let's try to understand each other.
Netizens offered a variety of opinions, including agreement, rebuttal, questioning, criticism, and neutrality. In short, everyone held their own view and no one was willing to admit defeat.
They weren't even content with arguing on a small screen; they went to social media platforms like Weibo, Baidu Tieba, and forums to express their views, sparking a new wave of public opinion.
This move undoubtedly brought in a huge amount of traffic, with trending topics constantly being refreshed, and eventually the variety show dominated the top spots.
Topics such as "Mom and Dad, love me again," "I really can't learn," "Please respect children's dreams," "With parents like these, I'd choose to become a monk," the whimsical ideas of the "Dare to Come" program team, and Cheng Ai's allure in a cheongsam kept popping up, and the number of viewers in the live broadcast room soared.
Fortunately, Ye Jingke had the foresight to have his subordinates acquire the Potato APP; otherwise, with the original technical support, the system would probably have crashed long ago.
Not only the audience, but also the guests were deeply moved.
Cheng Ai's eyes reddened, her nose stung, and her fingers trembled slightly as she gripped the grinding block.
Her master had also criticized her for her studies, and she always stubbornly talked back then, but now she was filled with remorse.
If she had been more obedient and well-behaved, he wouldn't have had to expend so much merit to send her here to undergo tribulation before his passing, and she wouldn't have lost the opportunity to attain immortality.
Cheng Baoni lowered her eyes and gently stroked her lower abdomen, a faint smile appearing on her lips.
When her and Hao Jian's baby is born, she will definitely not be as strict as the mothers on the radio.
So what if my grades aren't good? So what if I can't find a job?
As long as I do more gigs and get to know more important people, my child can still live a comfortable life without worrying about food or clothing.
[Huh? That little slut's behavior looks familiar, is she pregnant?]
[Really? Did she tell you herself?]
Hao Jian naturally noticed Cheng Baoni's unusual behavior, and his brows furrowed deeply.
Fortunately, she had been told the night before not to disclose the child's information, otherwise it would have been a much bigger problem.
Zhong Zheyi and Song Yifei are still in school. One is unable to extricate himself from the beautiful memories of his childhood, while the other has a blank expression, as if he has no interest in the content of the conversation between mother and son.
Wu Xu's expression changed drastically the moment he heard his mother's voice.
He was breathing rapidly, his body was trembling violently, and his eyes were filled with shock.
Wasn't Xu Qianhui dead? Why would she be cooperating with the production team to record audio?
Suddenly, the son's recitation on the radio stopped abruptly, followed by his self-destructive shouts:
What should I do? My mind is so confused! I can't remember! I can't remember anything at all!
I hate studying! I hate exams! I hate doing homework! But I don't want to disappoint my mom! >
The next second, electronic sounds accompanied by a beautiful symphony began to play softly:
The boy failed his exam again. Afraid of upsetting his mother and being ridiculed by his classmates, his teacher gave him a withdrawal application form. That night, he decided to leave his hometown and go to another place to make a living on his own. Unfortunately, he was hit by a truck as soon as he left the village.
He died with his eyes wide open in disbelief, and transformed into a schoolteacher, wandering the streets and alleys every day to preach, teach, and resolve doubts. If he encountered a student with poor grades, he would give them a small punishment.
Today, the boy happens to be passing by the castle and wants to give everyone a pop quiz. There are five questions in total. You will get 3 points for a correct answer and lose 1 point for a wrong answer. You will also have to accept random punishment from the supervising teacher.
The current indoor temperature is 30 degrees Celsius. Ideally, someone should answer each question correctly; otherwise, the temperature will rise by 5 degrees Celsius with each question. If all six people answer five questions incorrectly, then this round of the task has failed, and the food supply for dinner will be reduced by half.
[Oh my god, what a coincidence! It sounds exactly like our school bell!]
[Add one! I thought get out of class was over just now, and I almost couldn't resist rushing out.]
[Holy crap? An exam? Even though it has nothing to do with me, my heart is pounding with nervousness.]
[Haha, can the director be a little more serious? The boy himself is a terrible student, and he actually has the nerve to teach others?]
[This is too harsh! If everyone answers two questions wrong, the temperature will rise to 55 degrees Celsius. This is practically playing with fire!]
The comments section was flooded with messages as the guests laid out rice paper on the table, ready to answer questions.
[I'm a top student, so I hope the questions later are a bit difficult; otherwise, they won't be challenging enough.]
[Yes, yes, yes! Don't make it too simple; what's the point if everyone can do it?]
[Let's make this clear first: no one is allowed to look up the answers online. A real, hands-on competition is what makes it exciting.]
Soon, a countdown began over the loudspeaker: <5, 4, 3, 2, 1, the test begins. First question: Please write down the story of "a monkey wearing a hat" within ten minutes.>
As soon as he finished speaking, the room fell silent, and the live stream was unusually quiet.
Moments later, it suddenly exploded:
Wow! This isn't just a simple idiom analysis question; it even involves historical knowledge!
Where did that smug, academically gifted student go? Please tell everyone!