Chapter 11: Quick Transmigration: Film & Television Multiverse Chapter 11 — Zhong Yi's Reply

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Protagonist:

Lin Hao

The night was deep, and the streetlights cast a swath of dim yellow across the darkness.

After seeing Zhang Xue'er off, Song Jie could not suppress the excitement surging inside him. He quickly got into his car, anxiously picked up his mobile phone, and dialed his uncle Director Wang.

The moment the call connected, Song Jie blurted out impatiently: "Uncle, let me tell you something. Zhong Yi violated regulations by running a cram school outside! Can you fire him?"

Hearing Song Jie's words, Director Wang's brows instantly knitted together, twisted like a tangled mess.

He recalled how Zhong Yi had solemnly guaranteed before that he would never run a cram school again, and doubt filled his heart. "Where did the news come from?" Director Wang asked sternly.

Song Jie hurriedly explained: "Uncle, a parent questioned Zhong Yi in the class group. It was that Tian Yulan — she was fierce in the group, directly accusing Zhong Yi of privately running a tutoring class."

Hearing it was a parent speaking, Director Wang's expression also turned extremely grave. He knew well the severity of this matter; if Zhong Yi really had opened a tutoring class, then he, as Academic Affairs Director, could not escape responsibility either.

Director Wang fell silent for a moment, then warned Song Jie in a harsh tone: "Don't meddle in other people's business! I will investigate this matter thoroughly, but you are not to interfere again. If Zhong Yi truly violated rules, there will naturally be corresponding handling. But before things are confirmed, don't stir up trouble." With that, Director Wang hung up.

Listening to the busy tone on the phone, Song Jie's heart was full of disappointment and unwillingness. He had originally thought his uncle would take immediate action, never expecting to be warned not to meddle.

He sighed helplessly, leaned back against the seat, and gazed at the quiet night outside the car window, his mind swirling with countless thoughts.

Zhong Yi only picked up his phone when paying the bill after finishing his meal, and saw twenty-some missed calls displayed on it — most from Zhang Xue'er, five from Xia Junshan, two from Director Wang. Checking the time, Director Wang's last call was half an hour ago. Zhong Yi thought for a bit, then sent Director Wang a text message; he was afraid Director Wang had already gone to sleep and didn't want to disturb the leader's rest.

Then Zhong Yi sent a reply to Xia Junshan as well; as for Zhang Xue'er's, he decided to forget it.

Zhong Yi only saw Tian Yulan's questioning in the class group last. Seeing the other parents' replies of question marks below, a flash of inspiration struck Zhong Yi, and he also replied with a few question marks.

Lanterns lit up, and the city's clamor gradually sank into silence.

She had just finished a "battle of wits" with her father-in-law and mother-in-law, and her heart was filled with vexation.

Tian Yulan grew up in a single-parent family; this special upbringing left a lingering sense of inferiority deep in her heart.

She always felt others looked at her with strange eyes, so she became extremely competitive.

She knew deeply that only by constantly striving could she gain a foothold in this world.

She also passed this competitive mindset to her son Yan Zi You, hoping he would study hard and not rely on others.

Tian Yulan's father-in-law and mother-in-law had only this one grandson, and with decent family conditions, they doted on him considerably.

They thought the child just needed to take it easy; there was no need to push so hard.

Her father-in-law often said earnestly: "Yulan, Zi You is still young, don't give him so much pressure. Let him play more; growing up happy is most important."

Her mother-in-law chimed in: "Yes, Yulan. We have only this precious grandson; we mustn't wear him out."

Tian Yulan listened, displeased, but still tried to suppress her emotions and said: "Dad, Mom, competition is so fierce now; how can Zi You not work hard? I'm doing this for his future."

In the end, Tian Yulan and Yan Peng bought their current house and moved out to live separately.

Her mother-in-law always harbored resentment, feeling Tian Yulan was too stubborn and didn't know how to be considerate of the elders' intentions.

But looking at Yan Zi You's stacks of certificates and rows of trophies, they could no longer interfere with Tian Yulan's way of educating her child.

Every month when her father-in-law and mother-in-law came to visit, they would give Tian Yulan a sum of money — not by transfer, only cash.

Although Tian Yulan accepted it every month, each time after her in-laws left she would complain to her husband Yan Peng.

Today, when her father-in-law and mother-in-law brought Yan Zi You back, they sent another sum of money.

After they left, Tian Yulan looked at the stack of cash on the table, her face dark. She said to Yan Peng: "Look at this — what are your parents doing? Is this charity? Enjoying the superiority of slapping a wad of cash onto their daughter-in-law. They don't understand me at all."

Yan Peng sighed helplessly: "Wife, Dad and Mom mean well; they just want to help us. Don't be so sensitive."

Tian Yulan grew even angrier: "I'm sensitive? This is clearly looking down on me. I, Tian Yulan, have hands and feet; I can support myself and my child — I don't need their charity."

It could be called taking advantage and acting virtuous to the extreme.

Just as Tian Yulan's anger reached its peak, the atmosphere in the room seemed to freeze; the lights at this moment appeared exceptionally glaring, reflecting her furious face.

At this moment, hearing her phone ring, Tian Yulan hurriedly picked it up to check.

When she discovered Zhong Yi had also replied with a few question marks in the group, her anger instantly hit its boiling point.

With a "smack," Tian Yulan threw her phone down on the spot; the shattered screen seemed to be narrating her current rage.

She vowed furiously: "Tomorrow morning I'm going to the Education Bureau to report Zhong Yi for running a cram school! I refuse to believe no one can handle him."

At this time, Zhong Yi received a call from Xia Junshan.

Xia Junshan had also seen the few question marks Zhong Yi replied in the group, and asked with a bitter smile: "Zhong Yi, why did you have to provoke Tian Yulan? Isn't that just making things bigger?"

Zhong Yi said with a couldn't-care-less face: "No matter. I didn't open a cram school; if you're upright you needn't fear a crooked shadow. Let her make whatever fuss she wants."

Xia Junshan sighed helplessly and persuaded a few sentences.

But Zhong Yi didn't listen at all, remaining stubbornly opinionated.

Seeing persuasion was useless, Xia Junshan switched to asking about Xia Huanhuan's grade decline.

Zhong Yi fell silent for a moment, then said: "Senior Brother, as far as I know Huanhuan participates in quite a few extracurricular activities; it's inevitable she can't attend to everything. After all, a child's energy is limited. Actually, as long as she listens attentively in class and completes her homework well afterward, Huanhuan's grades reaching average is still possible. If you feel her grades are truly poor, you can buy some exercise books for her to practice. When the time comes, if there are questions she doesn't know, she can come ask me during the afternoon Little Guardian Class; that should improve her grades somewhat."

Xia Junshan listened; though still somewhat worried, he also felt Zhong Yi's words had some reason.

He thought for a while, then said: "Alright, I'll go back and discuss with Huanhuan. Thank you, Zhong Yi."

Zhong Yi said: "You're welcome." Finished, he hung up.