Teaching and educating people, my goal is to be the most beautiful teacher!

Chapter 234 Why

Sure enough, as soon as Zheng Zihao's father came over, he asked a question that made the three people present suffocate.

"Hello, Teacher Yu. Is Zheng Zihao causing trouble again?"

Yu Zhaozhao waved his hands hastily, "You misunderstood. Zheng Zihao's study attitude this semester is very good. You also looked at his homework, which should be reflected very clearly."

Zheng Zihao's father still frowned, "Then why did you keep me here?"

Yu Zhaozhao didn't know how to start for a moment.

After thinking for a while, he replied, "I found that Zheng Zihao has a great talent for writing. By chance, I discovered that he was writing a novel, and I..."

"Why are you still writing those stupid things?! Do you know that you are already a sophomore in high school?"

Zheng Zihao's father roared, which scared Yu Zhaozhao and Zheng Zihao again.

Zheng Zihao spread his hands helplessly, "See, I told you he wouldn't agree."

After saying that, he ran out of the classroom. Yu Zhaozhao could feel that Zheng Zihao felt very upset.

Yu Zhaozhao's face didn't look very good either. In order to look mature today, he put on glasses again.

He pushed his glasses up and looked at Zheng Zihao's father with dissatisfaction.

"I'm sorry, teacher. This kid just doesn't know how to take things seriously. I'm going to beat him up when I get home."

"Can you let me finish what I'm saying?"

Yu Zhaozhao's tone was very serious.

Zheng Zihao's father apologized repeatedly with a smile on his face.

Yu Zhaozhao really wanted to roll her eyes. It’s not okay for me to be polite to you, right?

“Writing novels is not a completely bad thing. Novels can also be considered a type of composition, and I found that Zheng Zihao is very talented.

The writing is also excellent, with great levels of transitions, character portrayals, event progression, and climax descriptions.”

Zheng Zihao's father was confused.

Regarding the matter of my son writing a novel, the class teacher has scolded him countless times. He only has a junior high school education and has no idea about so many intricacies.

I just think that if the head teacher says it is not good, then it must be not good.

Why is it that what the head teacher says now is completely different?

"I suggest you give the child a chance, give him a platform to develop his talent, and see if his novel can be signed. If not, it doesn't matter, just let him hit the wall."

Zheng Zihao's father was a little confused, "But his academic performance is terrible... If we let him do something else to distract himself, his academic performance will be even worse."

"If you don't let him do anything else, his academic performance is already bad enough, and his grades can't get any worse. Find an elementary school student to write his test paper. With a little luck, maybe he can do better than him.

It would be better to fulfill his wish and force him to study hard when he is not writing novels.

There might still be hope.”

Zheng Zihao's father sighed deeply, "Well... well, he told me several times that he wanted to borrow my ID card to sign something, and I thought he was fooled.

Has anyone actually signed a contract for the stuff he wrote?"

"You should give him a chance. Maybe next time you attend a parents' meeting, your son will become a famous online writer."

Zheng Zihao's father looked so disdainful that Yu Zhaozhao was looking forward to Zheng Zihao rising up and "slapping him in the face"!

After seeing all the parents off, Yu Zhaozhao took a deep breath.

Just as I was about to lock the door and go back to the office, I suddenly saw three magnetic rods scattered on the ground.

Yu Zhaozhao immediately recognized that it belonged to Mu Yangshu, and that she had bought it as a reward for him after he successfully memorized the text.

At today's parent-teacher meeting, Yu Zhaozhao didn't have much impression of Mu Yangshu's parents. They didn't come to ask him questions and almost never looked up.

He just kept tilting his head to watch Mu Yangshu playing with the magnetic stick.

Yu Zhaozhao picked up the three magnetic sticks on the ground and suddenly had a bad feeling.

After observing for these days, Yu Zhaozhao found that no matter what Mu Yangshu did, he was very formal.

For example, you must arrive in the classroom at 8:01 in the morning, and wipe your hands with wet wipes before playing with the magnetic stick.

Even the time for drinking water and going to the toilet is almost similar.

How could Mu Yangshu, who is so meticulous to the extreme, lose something?

Yu Zhaozhao planned to go along the way out of the school to see what was going on, but he didn't expect that as soon as he reached the school gate, he saw Mu Yangshu who was "crazy".

He shook the school gate hard and let out a shrill scream.

Mu Yangshu's mother was right next to them, helplessly pulling Mu Yangshu's arm, trying to persuade him, but... Mu Yangshu simply didn't listen and was about to rush into the school.

In this state, the security guard naturally didn't want to let anyone in. Mu Yangshu banged his head against the railing. After a few hits, his forehead became badly red and swollen. The teachers and guards on duty at the door were all stunned and didn't know how to persuade him.

Yu Zhaozhao guessed it immediately. It must be because three magnetic rods were missing.

He ran over quickly.

Mu Yangshu's mother couldn't stop his head from hitting the railing, so she could only use her hands and arms to block the railing.

After so many collisions, his arms were almost covered with red marks.

The expression on Mu Yangshu's mother's face could be described as sadness, but more vividly, it could also be described as despair.

It seems like I have become numb to this world.

Yu Zhaozhao ran over at his fastest speed.

Faintly one could hear words like "not right" and "wrong" mixed in with Mu Yangshu's roar.

Yu Zhaozhao quickly raised the magnetic stick in his hand in front of Mu Yangshu.

"Student Mu Yangshu, your magnetic sticks! They were left in the classroom. Here they are."

When Mu Yangshu saw the three lost magnetic sticks, he regained some of his senses. After taking them, he sat down on the spot and repeatedly fiddled with the small wooden sticks in his hand.

There were many people watching the fun around, and they thought Mu Yangshu was a fool and a psychopath, but...

But seeing so many magnetic wooden sticks in his hands, they turned into various shapes in almost a moment. Every time he completed one, Mu Yangshu would destroy it immediately and then arrange another pattern.

It is no exaggeration to say that he is a master of craftsmanship.

As for the word "fool", I just can't say it.

If this person is a fool, then what am I, a mentally retarded person or an idiot!

Mu Yangshu's mother was still crying softly. Looking at Mu Yangshu who was sitting on the ground with only the magnetic rod in his mind, she felt really desperate.

I don’t know what the point of persisting is.

Is it the right choice to leave this world with my son in my arms?

"Mu Yangshu's mother, are you okay?" Yu Zhaozhao took a bottle of water from the security room and handed it to Mu Yangshu's mother.

"It's okay, thank you...thank you teacher."

"You're welcome, but why did you... throw away his magnetic stick on purpose?"

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