Chapter 212: At Best Illiterate, At Worst a Hooligan

It is said that one may have students everywhere, yet one's own children are bitter gourds.

As a teacher, Si Rong, although she taught music and dance, was still considered to be educating and nurturing others.

Yet, she was completely helpless when it came to her own son.

It was just like Tang Seng encountering Sun Wukong.

She could not reform him, and she was even worse off than Tang Seng, for at least Tang Seng had the magic treasure of the Tight-Fillet Spell.

She, however, had to engage in a battle of wits and courage with her son every day, while also facing the school teachers who summoned parents from time to time.

Today it was failing to do homework, tomorrow it was bullying classmates; in short, he was constantly causing trouble.

Especially after he entered the first grade in the class taught by Shen Qingyu, although the two of them were neighbors and colleagues, Shen Qingyu had been secretly competing with Si Rong due to various past grievances.

Now it was perfect; even though Si Rong was better than her in every way, she had given birth to such a son, who was so mischievous that he would surely have no future.

Yesterday, Jiang Sinian didn't do his homework again—very well!

Shen Qingyu deliberately chose the long recess when there were many people around, just as Si Rong had finished leading the students in their calisthenics, and said with a smile, "Teacher Si, your son didn't do his homework again yesterday!"

Under the watchful eyes of everyone, Si Rong felt very embarrassed, and she responded, "I will beat him when I get home!"

She truly wanted to beat Jiang Sinian until his bottom was shredded!

"Is the dress Teacher Si wearing a new style from the city?" Shen Qingyu said, trying her best to hide her jealousy, "Since you dress yourself so young and pretty, you should also spend more time educating your child."

Hearing this, some students were already laughing in private.

Seeing his mother's increasingly embarrassed expression and her forced smile in front of that foul woman Shen Qingyu, Jiang Sinian secretly swore in his heart that he would definitely finish his homework on time from now on!

He did not want his mother to be made difficult by this Shen Qingyu again!

"Teacher! My not doing homework has nothing to do with my mother!"

Jiang Sinian stood out and said loudly, "If you don't believe me, look at Jiang Siyu in Class 1-2; she is my younger sister, and every time she does her homework, it is neat and beautiful!"

He was right; these two siblings were simply two extremes.

Jiang Sinian loved to move, while Jiang Siyu loved to be quiet; besides eating, she was also very serious about her studies.

Shen Qingyu did not expect this little brat to dare to show her such disrespect, and she raged, "Speaking of which, you and your sister are fraternal twins; the sister does her homework so well, why don't you do yours?"

"Because of you, Teacher!" Jiang Sinian said loudly, "You said I was mud that couldn't be plastered onto a wall! You even said that maybe Shen Shazi is my real father, which is why I'm so stupid, so I just don't want to do the homework you assign!"

These words immediately made Shen Qingyu's face turn as pale as a vegetable.

She often scolded students, but she only scolded the bad students who were poor at their studies, and these students usually would not tell their parents.

She did not expect Jiang Sinian to just blurt out those words in front of everyone like that.

"Teacher Shen is too much; if a student makes a mistake, you can discipline them, but how can you randomly curse someone's real father as Shen Shazi!"

That's right, now on Haidao, Shen Shazi had become a curse word.

"Teacher Si is angry! Look, is she going to fight Teacher Shen?"

Si Rong walked toward Shen Qingyu step by step, "My son is a bit mischievous and ignorant; as a teacher, Teacher Shen can criticize and educate him, but I do not believe a teacher can insult a student at will!"

Shen Qingyu had already heard many students expressing their dissatisfaction with her, and at this moment, she dared not say anything more.

Si Rong took her son to find the Principal and had Jiang Sinian transferred to another class.

Returning home, the more she thought about her son, the angrier she became; if things continued like this, at best he would be illiterate, and at worst a hooligan!

Although she had clearly expressed at school that she did not want Shen Qingyu to insult her son as a teacher.

But in all honesty, as a teacher, she didn't like such a student either; he really was mud that couldn't be plastered onto a wall.

How could two children born from her own womb be so different?

Her daughter had never made her worry about her studies.

Si Rong glanced at her son in the courtyard and walked into the kitchen with her head lowered.

She figured he was afraid she would criticize him.

He must be feeling very upset inside, right!

Si Rong felt a knot in her heart; actually, she didn't care whether her son's grades were good or not, as long as he didn't cause so much trouble.

Following him into the kitchen, she saw her son stuffing his face with the buns left over from the morning, and when he saw her, he grinned, "Mom, have one too!"

Si Rong:...

She really didn't know whether to laugh or cry!

To be scolded by a teacher like that and still have the mood to eat when he got home, he was truly a talent!

"You eat! After you finish eating, Mom will teach you to do your homework!"

Si Rong made up her mind that as a mother, she must patiently tutor her son in his homework.

After Jiang Sinian finished the bun, the mother and son sat down at the desk in the courtyard.

Gentle osmanthus flowers fell onto Si Rong's long hair.

She pointed to a row of little Xiao Tao patterns on the workbook and asked her son, "How many are these?"

"Three."

Si Rong nodded with satisfaction and pointed to the pattern on the right, asking, "And what about this side?"

"Four."

"Now, three plus four equals how many?"

"Four," Jiang Sinian replied.

Si Rong:...

"Three plus four should get bigger and bigger; don't rush, count slowly."

"One, two, three, four, five, six, seven..."

"Then three plus four equals how many?"

"Equals four," Jiang Sinian said, seeing his mother's expression was not quite right, and guessed, "Or maybe five?"

Ahhh!

Si Rong was simply on the verge of a breakdown; she picked up a book from the side and wanted to hit him, "I told you five!"

Seeing that the situation was not right, Jiang Sinian got up and prepared to flee.

The mother and son chased and fled; just as Si Rong raised her leg to kick her son's bottom, her foot slipped, and she fell.

Her knee was bruised and hurt severely, and combined with the anger in her heart, Si Rong couldn't help but start crying.

"Mom! I was wrong!"

Seeing his mother cry, Jiang Sinian immediately felt distressed.

He raised his hand and hit his own little bottom several times, "Wuwuwu, Mom, I was wrong, four plus three equals six, right?"

Si Rong:... Wuwuwu

Jiang Cheng returned home from work to see just such a chaotic scene.

The mother and son were hugging each other and crying, and his wife's knee was injured; the bruise on her fair skin was very conspicuous.

He was furious, "Who did this?"

Jiang Sinian understood his father's temper and hurriedly knelt down, "Dad, it was me, I was wrong."

"Stay kneeling there honestly for now!"

Jiang Cheng didn't even look at him, walking straight toward his wife and carrying her from the floor to the sofa.

He briefly checked his wife's leg; the bones were fine, it was just a contusion.

He took iodine from the medicine kit, first disinfected the wound, and then tied it with white gauze.

"Jiang Cheng, let our son join the army in the future! If he continues to study like this, there is only a dead end."

Jiang Cheng:...

"Everything will be as you say."

He coaxed his wife until she was better before going to the courtyard to discipline his son.

"How do I usually educate you?"

Jiang Sinian stiffened his little neck, "Mom first, then me; if Mom scolds, I listen; if Mom hits, I endure."

"You still remember?" Jiang Cheng took a disciplinary ruler and hit his hand five times in a row, "Next time you encounter a situation where Mom wants to hit you, you stand there and are not allowed to move, stick your bottom out and wait, did you hear me?"

Jiang Sinian:...