There are more than 1,000 students in the whole grade, and it has been ranked first for two consecutive years.
Zhuang Wenzhao may not be able to imagine how difficult this is.
He only knows that his youngest son Zhuang Yuhang is still in elementary school, and there are more than 40 students in the class.
One look at Zhuang Yuhang's test ranking basically knows how many people are in their class.
"Mr. Zhuang, you have never come to the school for a parent meeting, but many parents of students in our class actually want to meet you." Zhang Zhiyuan said in a deep voice.
"Meet me?" Zhuang Wenzhao was stunned: "Why?"
"They want to ask you how to educate such an excellent child." Zhang Zhiyuan laughed mockingly: "Isn't it a bit ironic?"
Zhuang Wenzhao's face was very ugly, and it was blue and white.
For a moment, he didn't know how to refute.
From childhood to adulthood, he just didn't care about Zhuang Ziang's education method.
He only knew that Zhuang Ziang's grades seemed to be good, and he could use them to tutor Zhuang Yuhang.
He never knew that his son would be so outstanding that others would be jealous.
"Mr. Zhuang, if these are not enough, I can show you some photos."
Zhang Zhiyuan took out his mobile phone, turned to a special album, and handed it to Zhuang Wenzhao.
Those were the award-winning photos of Zhuang Ziang in various competitions over the past two years.
He has won many honors not only for himself, but also for his class and school.
But every time he won an award, no family member cheered for him.
"Other children, even if they win a third prize, will get hugs and encouragement from their parents."
"Every time Zhuang Ziang won a first prize, he could only stand alone on the podium and look at others with envy."
"Almost every time, it was me, the class teacher, who accompanied him."
"Please ask yourself, are you really a qualified father?"
Faced with Zhang Zhiyuan's questioning, Zhuang Wenzhao was speechless.
Zhuang Ziang listened to the teacher's words and tried to be patient and restrained, but his eyes were still red.
Isn't family affection something innate?
Why did he work so hard for things that others easily got, but still had nothing?
But at this moment, Zhuang Ziang had completely given up.
He no longer longed for his father's approval, nor did he want to see his mother again after not seeing her for many years.
Anyway, he had never been their pride.
I only have three months left to live, please let me die calmly.
There was silence in the office for a long time.
Zhuang Wenzhao finally spoke: "Teacher, although Zhuang Ziang's grades are good, this is not a reason for him to talk back to his parents and run away from home."
"If I lived in such a family, I would also run away from home." Zhang Zhiyuan said angrily.
"What? As a teacher, how can you say such a thing?" Zhuang Wenzhao was furious.
"It is precisely because I am a teacher that I am still polite to you, otherwise my words would be even more unpleasant." Zhang Zhiyuan responded tit for tat and refused to give in.
Zhuang Ziang was the best student in his class, and he had learned about his family situation in detail early on.
When he learned that Zhuang Ziang grew up in such a distorted family environment, he was still able to work hard and be positive, he felt extremely distressed.
Not everyone is qualified to be a parent.
Qin Shulan's cell phone rang, and the harsh ringtone broke the dullness of the air.
She picked up the phone, said a few words, and hung up the phone in a hurry.
Then she leaned close to Zhuang Wenzhao's ear and whispered: "Yuhang had a fight with someone at school, and the teacher asked us to go there immediately."
Zhuang Wenzhao stared at Zhuang Ziang fiercely: "I ask again, are you going home or not?"
"No, that's not my home." Zhuang Ziang had made up his mind.
"Well, if you don't come back today, don't come back in this life." Zhuang Wenzhao threw the chair and left.
Qin Shulan followed, and her eyes could not hide the expression of gloating.
Against the light, looking at Zhuang Wenzhao's back, Zhuang Ziang suddenly said: "Dad, have you really never been relieved for a moment to have a son like me?"
Zhuang Wenzhao stopped, did not turn around, and did not answer.
"Forget it, go!" The last glimmer of light in Zhuang Ziang's eyes went out.
"If you don't love me, why did you bring me into this world?"
Zhuang Wenzhao paused for a few seconds, and then took a firm step.
After all, Zhuang Ziang is eighteen years old and can take good care of himself.
Zhuang Yuhang is only ten years old. If he gets hurt in a fight at school, he must rush over to deal with it immediately.
In the office, only Zhang Zhiyuan and Zhuang Ziang are left.
All the hostility has dissipated.
"Zhuang Ziang, don't be sad. There are still many people in this world who love you, such as me, such as Li Huangxuan. Think more about us." Zhang Zhiyuan comforted softly.
"Teacher Zhang, thank you." Zhuang Ziang clenched his teeth tightly, and his jaw trembled slightly.
He was trying to restrain himself from crying.
In front of Zhuang Wenzhao, no matter how tough he pretended to be, he was always a child with a fragile heart.
"Teacher Zhang, can I take a leave this afternoon? I can't concentrate on the class in my current mood."
"Okay, I'll approve your leave application, and you can relax."
Coming out of the office, Zhuang Ziang walked aimlessly, feeling lost.
Passing by a classroom, he heard a class having a music class, singing old songs with a sense of age.
Little child, did you cry today?
Have all your friends left, leaving behind loneliness that can't be taken away.
Pretty child, did you cry today?
Have you soiled your beautiful clothes, but can't find anyone to talk to.
...
With a ding, the phone in Zhuang Ziang's pocket received a message.
Little Butterfly: Zhuang Ziang, you fool, are you unhappy again?
Zhuang Ziang quickly typed a reply: How do you know? I took a leave this afternoon.
Little Butterfly: Go pick me up outside the wall, it's too high and I don't dare to jump.
Zhuang Ziang quickly looked at the northwest corner of the basketball court, where there was no one.
The tall ginkgo tree swayed its branches and leaves slightly in the wind.
He took the leave application approved by Zhang Zhiyuan, walked out of the school gate, and then made a big turn to the place where he jumped over the wall two days ago.
From a distance, he saw Su Yudie sitting on the wall.
Her small feet in white canvas shoes swayed in the air.
"The wall is so high, how did you climb up?" Zhuang Ziang asked curiously.
"I stole a ladder from the equipment room." Su Yudie explained with a smile.
Zhuang Ziang was even more confused.
A school beauty carrying a ladder through the playground, wouldn't she be caught by the security guard?
"What are you daydreaming about? Catch me quickly!" Su Yudie urged.
"Oh!" Zhuang Ziang quickly stretched out his arms and motioned her to jump down.
Su Yudie jumped and fell accurately into Zhuang Ziang's arms.
She was very light, so it was effortless to hold her.
Looking closely at this impeccable face, Zhuang Ziang's breathing was heavy and his heart was beating fast.
"Are you going to hold me like this?" Su Yudie's pretty face flushed.
Zhuang Ziang came back to his senses and put her down in a panic.
The spring breeze blew, ruffling the girl's hair.
It also ruffled the boy's heart.