Who’s The Boss? - v2 Chapter 18

Sitting in the driver’s seat of the Beetle, Song Qingcheng turned his head to catch a glimpse of the buckwheat flower in the passenger seat, and suddenly couldn’t remember how he received the bunch of flowers.

Thinking back carefully, it seemed that William had forcibly stuffed her into her hands.

Song Qingcheng first dropped in to the elementary school where Joice was studying. After two sessions of probability theory and statistics, it was already 4:30 in the afternoon. The Beatles stopped at the gate of the experimental elementary school, and she saw Joice waiting next to the guard room.

Joice is wearing a summer school uniform and carrying a Japanese-style decompression school bag. A 9-year-old boy is standing in the setting sun, with a white shirt embroidered with the school emblem, a small tie with diagonal stripes, and a navy blue suit shorts and black leather shoes. Let him look like a little gentleman, because he looks good, attracting the attention of many parents.

Spotting the red beetle, Joice ran over immediately.

There is no need for Song Qingcheng to get out of the car. The child has opened the door and sat in the passenger cabin by himself.

After sitting upright, Joice put his schoolbag on his lap, and then told Song Qingcheng: “Chinese test, 87 points.”

He opened his mouth and told Song Qingcheng to listen to it.

In the past six months, Rainbow has become more and more agile, and Joice is also learning to speak. Even at the beginning, he only dared to practice secretly because of his shyness and low self-esteem. Later, Aunt Gong accidentally saw him practicing. Song Qingcheng didn’t say clearly after learning about it. , But when teaching Yun Bao to speak, he also deliberately communicated with Joice.

Because he couldn’t hear, it was much more difficult for Joice to learn to speak than ordinary people.

However, Song Qingcheng has seen his progress.

At the very least, now the child is willing to speak with others.

Song Qingcheng was also happy for him when he heard the child say about his test scores. Joice grew up abroad. Although he speaks Chinese, he can’t keep up with other classmates in comprehension ability. Joice just transferred to Nancheng and took the first monthly test. It was 65 points. In the next few exams, the Chinese scores remained around 70 points.

For this reason, Song Qingcheng once went to pick up Joice, and was stayed by their head teacher to talk.

The head teacher said that Joice is repellent to the subject of Chinese.

Joice’s math score is among the best, but his language score is the bottom, and is also the worst of the year.

Usually at home, Joice would carefully complete the Chinese homework. Song Qingcheng didn’t notice anything unusual about the child. The head teacher saw her confusion and explained: “Yu Chenghan’s homework has been carefully completed. It can be seen that the parents have serious supervision. But children always go to school.”

The head teacher told Song Qingcheng that last month, Yu Chenghan made small moves in the Chinese class. Because he was too focused, the teacher who came down caught him.

In class that day, Joice made a small vest.

The Chinese teacher saw the needle and thread in Joice’s hand and was too shocked to speak. The head teacher said that Joice was called to the office and the reason given was that his younger brother was about to reach his first birthday in June, and he was preparing a birthday gift for his younger brother. .

Looking at Yu Chenghan, who cared about his younger brother, the Chinese teacher didn’t educate him anymore, but only warned him not to take an example, and then waved him to go back to the classroom first.

After finishing this, the class teacher advised her with earnest words: “Brotherhood is a good thing, and it is not wrong for children to love handicrafts, but in school, reading should still be the most important thing. As a parent, we must understand this truth even more.”

Song Qingcheng, whose son is about to be two years old, listened, nodded in cooperation, and solemnly promised the head teacher: “Don’t worry, I will confiscate Yu Chenghan’s sewing kit when I return.”

The head teacher looked at her: “Is this what I emphasize?”

“…” Song Qingcheng was speechless.

After a while, she discussed with the class teacher: “Should I let his father come?”

The class teacher waved his hand: “It’s not a big deal. Since you are here, Yu Chenghan’s father doesn’t have to come again. I told you this as a reminder. Yu Chenghan has a hearing problem and has already lost on the starting line. If you want to learn something in the future To succeed, you still have to work harder than others.”

Song Qingcheng agrees with this view.

She knew that it was not easy for Joice to study in ordinary public schools.

It’s just that she doesn’t want her children to be under too much pressure.

Reading is one way out, but it is not the only way out. Studying well is naturally worthy of happiness, but if you really don’t learn well, you can succeed without spurring and supervision.

But Song Qingcheng could not say this in front of the teacher who teaches and educates people.

When she came out of the office, she saw Joice in the aisle, the head teacher followed out, said some words of encouragement, and then watched Song Qingcheng take Joice’s hand and leave.

Walking down the stairs, Song Qingcheng mentioned to Joice that he had lied to the teacher.

Joice opened his mouth and slowly said, “At that time, the situation was urgent.”

Seeing his serious appearance, Song Qingcheng pursed his lips, suddenly forgetting how to educate him.

Nevertheless, Song Qingcheng told the head of the family what happened to Joice at school. After dinner, Yu Tingchuan specially called his son to the study room for a long conversation.

Since the day of the fight, if Yu Tingchuan has no dinner party, he will help his elder son do his homework at night.

To this end, the little comrade Yun Bao was jealous.

Mr. Yu couldn’t, so he had to bring his youngest son over.

Rainbow, who is almost 21 months old, wearing a yellow short-sleeved T-shirt and jeans, looks lively and cute, with more articulate speech. Sitting on his father’s lap, he took a pen and drew on A4 paper. After he finished painting, The little finger pointed the dark ball, turned his head and told dad: “Flower!”

Mr. Yu laughed, and put his arms around his son to cooperate with his “pointing to a deer as a horse”.

One day, the courageous little comrade Yun Bao secretly took his brother’s math test paper, painted it all over with a watercolor pen, and threw it into the toilet to destroy his body.

After Song Qingcheng found out, he took his arm for a good lesson.

The little guy was spanked by her, snot and tears, and his mouth was stiff: “It’s brother, I didn’t put it away.”

Hearing this, Song Qingcheng’s hand was even stronger.

The child’s cry is getting louder and louder.

Finally, Aunt Gong and Aunt Yu downstairs were alarmed and rushed over. One stopped his wife and the other took the child away. The little guy hugged Aunt Yu’s neck, hiccups repeatedly, and his face flushed with tears.

After this incident, the mother and son did not pay attention to each other for two days.

Song Qingcheng didn’t feel that she had done something wrong, even in front of Yu Tingchuan, she still insisted on her point of view: “He is so young now that he will shirk responsibility. If you don’t let him know that he is wrong, he will only get worse in the future.”

Rarely, Yu Tingchuan did not favor his son.

Because of this conflict, someone hugged his little pillow and expressed his dissatisfaction, saying not to sleep in the master bedroom at night.

Song Qingcheng looked at the child who had slipped out of bed, and smiled coldly: “I can’t ask for it.”

Mr. Yu: “…”

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I have been dealing with a very important thing these days, the processing cycle will be longer, the result is very important to me, so the update has been delayed, I hope everyone will forgive me~ (*￣3)(ε￣*)

Continue tomorrow night~