“Yezi, did you wipe that table over there?”
“I already did.” At that moment, in the second-grade, first-class classroom, a short-haired little girl was wiping the stains on the lectern with a rag, while behind her on the blackboard were the words written in chalk: “Welcome, Parents.”
“Almost done.” Yezi jumped down from the chair—since she wasn’t tall enough to clean the lectern thoroughly without the chair’s help. After putting the chair back in its place, she wiped off the shoe prints, then turned to go wash the rag in the restroom.
This floor was all for the lower grades, so the sinks in the restroom were quite low. After Yezi cleaned the rag, she had just returned to the classroom when she heard two girls calling her over.
“Yezi, we’ve never seen what your parents look like,” one girl said. Since Yezi was a transfer student who had joined the school halfway through, it was impossible for her parents to attend the previous parent-teacher meetings.
“My mom and dad are really good-looking—even more handsome and beautiful than celebrities,” Yezi said with a smile. Compared to the other kids around her, she seemed the most mature.
“I don’t believe it. Do you have a photo?” asked a girl with pigtails. “My mom says she was as pretty as a celebrity when she was young too.”
“Hey, what about you? Is your mom pretty? I’ve only ever seen your dad,” she asked another kid who had a runny nose.
“I don’t have a mom.”
“That’s okay. My mom will get old and die someday too,” the pigtailed girl said.
Yezi was left speechless.
Such filial piety.
It was hard to fit in with these little kids.
The classroom wasn’t very crowded at the moment, since the parent-teacher meeting wouldn’t start until six o’clock. Some students had already gone home early, and Yezi and a few others stayed behind as duty cleaners. Since they had to clean up anyway, they decided to just stay until after six.
“Yezi,” came a voice from outside the door. It was the teacher.
Yezi looked over and, seeing the homeroom teacher, quickly walked over. “Teacher.”
“Come here for a moment.”
“Okay.”
The homeroom teacher led Yezi all the way to the teachers’ office. After sitting down, she pushed up her glasses and asked Yezi, “Yezi, you can’t just fill in this parents’ occupation report carelessly. Didn’t I explain it clearly in class?”
She pulled out the form with Yezi’s name on it—
Address: Haizhu District, Xiangzhou Area...
Father: Ye Shuang
Occupation: Company Vice President, School Doctor
Mother: Bai Yuyou
Occupation: University Student
Yezi took the form the teacher handed her and looked it over carefully, but she didn’t see any problem. She had to say, “What’s wrong? I didn’t make a mistake.”
“Look at this—how can your father be both a vice president and a school doctor? And you didn’t write in the name of the company either.”
“Do I need to write that?” Yezi asked.
“Yes, fill it in.”
“Alright...” Yezi had to pick up a pen and write “Chen Group.” When the teacher saw that, she paused for a few seconds. “Are you sure you didn’t make a mistake?”
“Yes, I’m sure. My dad’s company really is called that.”
The homeroom teacher frowned. Chen Group was a huge, well-known enterprise. This child’s father was a vice president there? And setting aside whether that was true or not, what was this about being a school doctor?
“Yezi, good children don’t lie,” she could only say to her.
“It’s all true.”
Yezi’s words made the teacher’s mouth twitch slightly. She decided to ask about the school doctor thing instead.
“Dad also works part-time as a school doctor,” Yezi explained simply.
“Part-time...”
“Yeah!”
“Is there any connection between a vice president and a school doctor? I mean, if it were a doctor and a school doctor, that’d be one thing...” The teacher rubbed her temples. She decided not to dwell on that, since what bothered her most was something else.
“Here, Yezi, take a careful look at your mother’s occupation.”
“University student. Did you fill that in wrong?”
“Oh, I did fill that in wrong,” Yezi said, snapping back to attention.
“Right?” The teacher smiled slightly.
“Yeah, my mom hasn’t graduated yet, so she doesn’t have a job. ‘University student’ is just her status.”
The homeroom teacher was speechless.
Huh?
“Is your mother really still in university?”
“Uh-huh.”
“Yezi, have you been watching too much TV or reading too many novels lately?” The teacher cupped Yezi’s face and asked, a hint of displeasure in her tone—she felt like Yezi was pulling her leg.
“I’m telling the truth. You can call and ask.”
“...” The teacher let go of her hands. She certainly wasn’t going to call just to confirm that—after all, the parent-teacher meeting would start later, so she could ask face-to-face.
But if Yezi’s parents found out their daughter was talking nonsense, they’d probably be pretty embarrassed.
Yezi returned to the classroom, and a few girls immediately gathered around to ask,
“Yezi, why did the teacher call you over? Was it because homework wasn’t handed in?”
“There wasn’t any homework yesterday, right? I think it must be for whispering in class.”
“Hey...”
Listening to her classmates chatter, Yezi just mentioned the form issue. “It’s nothing. It’s about the parents’ occupation section—the teacher seemed a bit confused.”
“Oh, I see. What do your parents do?”
“My dad’s a school doctor.”
“Wow, so you must have lots of medicine at home, right? Do you not need to go to the hospital?”
“Yeah, I’ll give you an injection sometime,” Yezi said with a grin.
“No thanks, I’m scared of needles!” The kid yelped and slapped a hand over her bottom.
“I just overheard in the office that Yezi said her dad is a boss,” came a voice from the side. Yezi glanced over and saw it was a boy in her class, Hao Hao.
“A boss? I thought it was a school doctor?”
“Both,” Yezi explained.
“Liar. Big talker.” Hao Hao pinched his nose, pretending to smell something rotten.
Even though Yezi hadn’t been at the school long, there were already some classmates she didn’t get along with.
This boy Hao Hao was one of them. Their conflict wasn’t anything serious—it started during a science class when the teacher asked how lightning was formed. Hao Hao answered that it was when the electrical wiring broke in heaven, while Yezi answered atmospheric discharge. The teacher then told Hao Hao he needed to learn from Yezi, and since then, Hao Hao had tried to compete with her over everything.
“I’m not lying.”
“You also said your mom is a university student.”
“...”
Yezi seemed uninterested, even a little annoyed by Hao Hao. Arguing with a little kid over anything felt pointless, so she waved her hand and said, “Why are you so concerned about me anyway?”
“Who’s concerned about you?!”
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