Listening to Weiwei's constant nagging, he really wanted to cover his ears to avoid hearing her, but he couldn't do that. If he covered his ears, she might just explode. So, he had no choice but to endure it and keep listening. To be honest, Weiwei's voice was the type that would naturally put soone in a good mood, just like her beauty, which makes people happy at first sight.
But at this mont, Hao Jian really couldn't take in what she was saying, finding it incredibly annoying and botherso.
Seeing Hao Jian's unwillingness to listen, Weiwei said, "What, you don't want to hear it? Let tell you, even if you don't want to hear it, you still have to listen. These words, though harsh to the ears now, are like bitter dicine and will prove to contain truths that greatly help you when you reflect upon them later."
Pausing for a mont, Weiwei added, "You are in the pri of your life, and you should focus your energy on studying instead of sleeping in class all the ti. Nine tis out of ten, when I see you, you are either asleep on your desk or talking to Song Shuhang or Hu Lai. Can you show so self-awareness?"
Hao Jian hung his head low, appearing contrite and admitting fault, but internally, he had a thousand rebellious thoughts. If he knew Weiwei was this talkative, like an incessantly rambling monk spouting lofty principles, he would have preferred staying quietly in class rather than provoking Weiwei and getting into a conversation with her.
Weiwei, noticing his lowered head, thought he was introspecting on his mistakes and said, "With your talent in English, why don't you study diligently? If you master English, finding a job in the future would be easier."
With his head down, Hao Jian thought that if he really wanted to demonstrate his abilities, not just English but also Chinese, math, politics, history, geography, chemistry, and biology, he could achieve satisfactory scores in all. It's just that he prefers staying low-key and doesn't want to show off, which is why he appears reserved.
In reality, given his capabilities, if Hao Jian seriously wanted to study, with his mory and comprehension, he would master these subjects in no ti, and achieving the top score would be as easy as pie.
Nonetheless, this was just a thought he entertained; he would never voice it aloud.
However, at this point, Weiwei looked at Hao Jian with his head down and after a pause, said, "There's no ti from Monday to Friday, so this weekend, I need to visit your ho again. This ti you must be at ho, and call your parents over, I want to discuss your situation with them. Don't worry, I'm not going to complain about you to your parents, I just want to talk about you, discuss your future. So, no need to avoid it."
What! Another ho visit!!!
When Hao Jian heard this, a look of helplessness flashed across his face. Last week's ho visit was avoided by him, but Weiwei was unexpectedly this persistent. After being stood up last ti, she still intends to go, and listening to her tone, he couldn't really afford to snub her again, since she stated plainly, she just wanted to discuss him with his parents, not to complain.
But... damn it, where on earth was he supposed to find parents to talk to her? Wasn't this utter nonsense?
His mind suddenly went blank, feeling how won can be such troubleso beings. If you're to be a teacher and horoom teacher, just do your job well, why go on and on about all sorts of things and insist on conversing with parents? Now, parents are busy making a living every day, not even having ti to care for their own kids, let alone dealing with you.
For a mont, he was left without any idea.
However, just then, a spark of inspiration hit him, seemingly having thought of sothing, and the helpless expression on his face was imdiately replaced by a slight smile.
"Haha." A smile suddenly graced his face.
But, when he looked up at Weiwei, his face turned into a look filled with helplessness and grievance, saying, "Can't I not have them et and talk to my parents?"
Instantly, Weiwei firmly refused, saying, "No! I need to et every parent and talk to them. You and Liang Xiaohan just enrolled, so naturally, I need to talk to your parents. If your parents entrust you to so confidently, I have to let them know what you're like under my supervision and what you'll beco in the future, to give them assurance. Otherwise, what kind of competent teacher or horoom teacher would I be? This is sothing I must do, so absolutely not."
Weiwei finished her upright speech and looked at Hao Jian with a gaze that left no room for negotiation. However, Hao Jian's eyes held a faint sadness, appearing as if pretending, making anyone who saw this pitiful, imploring gaze feel there was a story behind it.
She initially intended to scold Hao Jian for not being the least bit receptive to education, but upon seeing his gaze, she swallowed those words back down.
Suddenly, she asked, "Do you have so unspeakable hardship? If so, tell , maybe I can help you solve it."
"Actually, I'm an orphan!" Hao Jian suddenly lifted his head and said, his eyes filled with boundless grievance and pity.
Weiwei, upon hearing this, imdiately showed a gaze of surprise, exclaiming, "No way."
Then, she questioned with suspicion, "But your student information lists your parents, how could you be an orphan? Don't try to fool ."
Yet, as these words slipped out, she slightly regretted saying them to Hao Jian, as she sensed the truth in his eyes, feeling that her skepticism had hurt him.
At this mont, Hao Jian had a pitiful look in his eyes, appearing pitiable, as if the stories were real. He lifted his head to Weiwei and said, "Actually, both my parents passed away when I was very young, now I can't even rember what they looked like. All I know is that after my parents died, I was taken in by my uncle and aunt, but they didn't treat well. They always complained about the large sum spent annually on my school and living expenses. In their household, I've never been looked upon favorably."
"But there's nothing I can do, after all, I have no parents, living under soone else's roof. I've never dared to express dissatisfaction or lose my temper in this family. Even when bullied by my uncle's children, I've never dared make a sound because if I dare, then I might not even have a place to stay." Hao Jian said in a low and subdued tone.
As Hao Jian spoke, his tone was somber, with a hint of a sob, a kind of tone that would draw anyone in and make them internalize each word.
Initially, Weiwei thought he might be lying, but seeing his deanor now, she was imdiately influenced, instinctively believing Hao Jian, convinced his words were true and not deceitful, imdiately realizing she might have done sothing wrong.
If Hao Jian was lying, he couldn't possibly have spoken with such emotion, with such infectiousness. Every word, every sentence he spoke felt so real, not one bit counterfeit.
Thus, she had doubted him, when he was already a child who grew up lacking parental love, now subjected to her suspicion, how much more harm did this do to his heart?
She suddenly understood why when she ntioned ho visits to Hao Jian, he had such a look of resistance. At the ti, she thought it was because Hao Jian had ssed up too much in school and feared she'd inform his parents, making his life difficult.
Now, she realized she was mistaken about him, realizing why Hao Jian had expressed strong opposition to her visiting his ho and even stood her up previously. It suddenly dawned on her how thoughtfully considerate Hao Jian was.
She almost had a slight disdain for such a student like Hao Jian, but hearing his ordeal made her impression of him change drastically.
Imagine, if such things happened to her, could she endure it? Everyone has a history that isn't known to others, and so are just hard to speak of, yet today she doubted Hao Jian, forcing him to bring up a part of his history he didn't wish to recollect. He must be terribly sad.
She realized she had said the wrong thing, done the wrong thing, but didn't know how to face Hao Jian at this mont.
"Um... the teacher didn't an for you to reveal all this, I just... I'm sorry." Weiwei could only apologize as she found herself at a loss for words.
Hao Jian kept his head lowered, a sly smile creeping onto his face for a few seconds before being replaced by apparent grievance once more.
Initially, he simply wanted to avoid Weiwei's ho visit, and an idea suddenly sparked, thus creating this story. Relying on his superb acting skills and natural talent, he wasn't confident initially, thinking Weiwei might catch on, but unexpectedly, she believed him.
He imdiately felt overjoyed inwardly.
If this convinced Weiwei, then maybe she wouldn't insist on a ho visit, perhaps ending this matter here with no further developnts.
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