【Home, Squared】(01) Author: panda86

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(I)

"I'm going to Miaomiao's parent-teacher conference? Don't you always go? The teachers don't even know me."

My wife suddenly asked me to attend our daughter Miaomiao's school's parent-teacher conference on Saturday, and I was a little overwhelmed.

"It's okay, you can just sit there. Haven't you ever attended your son's parent-teacher
conference before? It's no big deal. I do have work that day, something came up at my department and I can't go. You are, after all, Miaomiao's
father in name. It's normal for you to attend your daughter's parent-teacher conference. It's also a good opportunity for the teachers and classmates to get to know you."

The woman speaking to me now is my second wife, Feng Juan. Miaomiao is her
daughter with her ex-husband, and she takes her surname, Feng Miaomiao.

"Well, okay... is Miaomiao coming with me?"

"Yes, students and parents have to attend together. Why?"

"No, I'm just worried I won't be able to find their classroom."

My wife burst out laughing, and I rolled my eyes at her.

"Then I'll go tell Miaomiao, so she doesn't forget her dad at school and not bring him back."

My wife said, then chuckled at herself.

"What's your homeroom teacher's name? A female teacher, right?"

Saturday arrived as scheduled, and I got up early to drive my daughter to her school.

"Her surname is Zhao, an old woman."

Sitting in the passenger seat was my nominal daughter, Feng Miaomiao, a girl who had just started high school,
but if you saw her on the street, you would never recognize her as a high school student.

At that moment, she was imitating those adults, using her portable foundation and small mirror

to apply makeup to her already youthful face, trying to make it look as mature as possible, but in my eyes
, it had the opposite effect; she looked ugly no matter how I looked at her.

Miaomiao's grades had never been very good, and the school she was attending was only a mid-level high school,
with varying levels of students and teachers. Mainly because of my status as her stepfather, it wasn't appropriate for me to say
much or discipline her, so after a while, I just let her be. Even her mother was too lazy to care about her.

"How many people are in your class? What's your deskmate's name? How are your grades?"

I wanted to gather as much information as possible to answer the questions during the upcoming parent-teacher meeting, so I would

n't be clueless. "Ugh, just focus on driving. You'll find out when we get there. All this asking is so annoying,"

Miao Miao replied impatiently. I guess I disturbed her while she was putting on makeup, leaving me, her father
, helpless. What can I do? I'm just her stepfather. I could only laugh at myself to ease the awkwardness.

Weekends in big cities are still crowded with cars and people. It was still incredibly congested early in the morning. I thought getting up early would
ease the pressure and reduce the traffic, but man proposes, God disposes, and I was stuck at a traffic light.

Miao Miao was still sitting there fiddling with herself in front of the mirror, as if even the slightest misalignment of a hair would upset her
. I shook my head and smiled wryly to myself.

My eyes inadvertently caught a glimpse of light—a pair of slender, snow-white legs, so delicate they seemed almost too big to grasp.
My gaze moved upwards, past her abdomen, and reached the girl's most intimate area: her already developing breasts,
though concealed by her school uniform, were still quite impressive.

A little higher, ah! It was the face of my maturely dressed daughter, Miaomiao. I quickly composed myself
,

pretending to look out the window at the scenery. What was wrong with me? I was so mesmerized by my own daughter, and my body even reacted.

For the rest of the drive, I remained silent, filled with self-reproach and unable to stop thinking about it. It was like being bewitched;
it was a thrill I hadn't experienced in so long. A subtle, indescribable feeling welled up inside me.

"Hello, are you Miaomiao's parent?"

Miaomiao led me to their classroom. From afar, I could see a female teacher
standing like a hostess, greeting each arriving parent.

"Hello, I'm Miaomiao's dad."

"Oh, it's Miaomiao's dad! Welcome, welcome! It's my first time meeting you. I'm so glad you could come to this
parent-teacher meeting. I'm Miaomiao's homeroom teacher

, my surname is Zhao." "Oh, it's Teacher Zhao! Miaomiao

often mentions you." We exchanged a few polite words, and then other parents arrived one after another. We didn't say much more,
and I took Miaomiao into the classroom.

Miaomiao's class uses small-class education, with only about twenty students per class. Each student has
their seat; there's no concept of a deskmate. It's like the college entrance exam, where everyone sits in a separate row.

Having been away from school for many years, sitting at a desk again felt strange.

"Your Teacher Zhao seems quite nice, very kind."

Parents all sat in the students' seats, while the accompanying students would bring a stool and sit next to their parents.
"Tch, just putting on an act. What's so nice about her?"

I didn't dare say anything more, afraid the other parents sitting next to me would hear and laugh.

The classroom was quite lively, with parents chatting animatedly, seemingly having known each other for years.
Looking around, I noticed most of the attendees were women; male parents like myself were few and far between, making me
stand out in the crowd.

"Hello, you must be Miaomiao's father,"

a parent next to me suddenly asked. What a coincidence, he was also a man.

"Yes, hello,"

I replied curiously, looking at him. It was my first time at the school, and I didn't think I knew him.

"Hello, hello, I'm Zheng Xuanming's father, your daughter's deskmate—or rather,
we're quite far apart now,"

he explained. I glanced at the little boy next to him; he was also secretly
watching me. The boy was very handsome, with a kind of Korean drama charm.

"This is my first time attending a parent-teacher conference. What about you?"

"What a coincidence, me too. Usually, it's her mother who comes."

I chatted casually with Mr. Zheng, not recognizing any of the other parents—
in fact , none of them, and most were women, making communication difficult.

Once everyone had arrived, Teacher Zhao walked in and announced the official start of the parent-teacher meeting. Just like our parent-teacher meetings

back then she began to explain the recent

academic performance of each student in the class, the class's plans, and some educational matters from the podium.

Actually, these parent-teacher meetings are all pretty much the same. Everyone's been through it; they basically just sit
there listening to their own kids' report cards. Whether their grades are good or bad still depends on their own efforts and willingness to learn.
It's not really useful for teachers and parents to put in so much effort.

Just as Teacher Zhao finished speaking and another older teacher (I don't know which subject) took the stage to speak,
Miao Miao suddenly got up and walked towards the classroom door.

I guessed she was going to the restroom and didn't think much of it. But I caught the burning gaze of
Zheng Xuanming's .

Because the girls' school uniform at Miao Miao's school is a skirt that exposes the calves,
and given Miao Miao's rebellious nature, it seems she altered her skirt, making it only cover her upper thighs—practically
a mini-skirt. I thought to myself, how could the school allow her to wear something like that?

But that wasn't the point. The point was that Zheng Xuanming's father's eyes were practically spitting fire as he watched Miao Miao get
up and leave the classroom, his greedy
gaze lingering even after she was out of sight.

I felt angry. I couldn't believe this person was so despicable, having
such filthy thoughts about a high school student. But then I thought back to when I was in the car, I had also
been aroused by looking at Miao Miao's thighs and body.

"That's different. I'm her father, what's wrong with me looking? Who does he think he is, staring at my daughter like that?"

I could only offer myself this weak excuse.

Strangely, not long after, the boy named Zheng Xuanming also got up and walked out the door. Everyone
else pretended to listen attentively to the old teacher's long-winded lecture, and no one noticed these details.
Even Zheng Xuanming's father didn't seem to notice his son leaving.

About seven or eight minutes had passed. Almost ten minutes had passed since Miao Miao left, and not only had she not
returned but neither had the boy named Zheng Xuanming.

What had those two been doing all this time? Why weren't they back? I started to feel uneasy.

Because I'm her stepfather, I rarely ask about Miaomiao's school life. I
know a girl like her might not like studying and is playful, as long as she doesn't get involved in drug use or
fights, and she can go to university after high school, who knows what the future holds? It

wasn't until I drove her to school today that I realized how much I'd neglected her
. The little girl who came with her mother after marriage has grown up so much; it truly surprised me as her stepfather.

Five more minutes passed, and they still hadn't returned. I started to worry. My
first instinct was that they'd conspired to escape. As for why they'd escaped, from an adult
perspective, coupled with Miaomiao's rebellious nature, I couldn't help but think the worst.

My daughter will eventually get married, and having sex with a man is inevitable, but as long as she
's still in school and under my watchful eye, I won't allow that to happen.

It sounded like a perfectly reasonable excuse, but in retrospect, it was just my possessiveness acting up. Feeling
uneasy I got up and walked outside. At the door, Teacher Zhao looked at
me with surprise, probably wondering if I was leaving.

Before she could ask, I explained, "I'm going to the restroom."

They both nodded with smiles, and I left the classroom.

Once outside, a serious problem occurred to me: I'd never been to Miaomiao's school before, and I didn't even know if
they were still there. Even if they were, the school was so big—where would I find them?

Since I'd already come here, I figured I should at least look for them. With a mix of searching and admiring the campus,
I started wandering around the school building.

I searched the top two floors but still couldn't find Miaomiao and the others. Calculating
the time, the parent-teacher meeting should be almost over, so I decided to go back.

Unexpectedly, as I was going down the stairs, I bumped into Zheng Xuanming's father at the corner. We
both looked at each other with surprised expressions.

"You, Miaomiao's dad, so you're here! I turned around and didn't see you, I thought you had left."

"No, no, this is my first time at the school, I just wanted to take a walk around. What
brings you here?"

"I, I just came out to use the restroom. It seems Miaomiao is very busy with work. This is my first
time at the school too, usually it's Xuanming's mom who comes. I wish I had come with you earlier."

"Is the parent-teacher meeting over?"

"No, they were still talking when I came out. It's been so long it's giving me a headache, I guess it'll be over by the time

we get back." "Okay, let's go back together."

I didn't find my daughter, but I ran into what might be her boyfriend's father. How funny! I wondered to
myself was he also looking for his son?

When we returned to the classroom, Miaomiao and the little boy were already sitting quietly in their
seats. I glanced at Zheng Xuanming's father out of the corner of my eye and noticed his surprised expression. Just
as I suspected, he had also come out to look for his son.

Miaomiao, back in her seat, didn't seem interested in knowing about
my absence . I turned to look at Zheng Xuanming; he was talking to his father, probably explaining his
disappearance.

"Okay, that concludes this parent-teacher meeting. Thank you all very much for taking time out of your busy schedules
to attend. We hope to hold more similar meetings in the future to increase
communication between the school and parents. Thank you again."

The long parent-teacher meeting finally ended, and all the parents got up and left with their children.

"What does that boy named Zheng Xuanming's family do?"

On the way home, I tentatively asked Miaomiao about the little boy.

"Why are you asking that?"

Miaomiao didn't give me a direct answer; instead, she stared at me warily and asked back.

"Just asking. His dad seems kind, so his family must have a good education. How are his grades?"

"So-so. I'm sleepy, don't bother me."

Miao Miao probably sensed something, made a simple excuse, closed her eyes, and leaned back in her chair as if she was going to sleep
.

I started to have an idea. I felt that the boy named Zheng Xuanming must have a special relationship with Miaomiao.
As for how far their relationship had progressed, I had to prepare for the worst.

"Do you know a boy named Zheng Xuanming in Miaomiao's class?"

I asked my wife after dinner, when she came into the bedroom. I was afraid that if I asked her this question beforehand, she would become
suspicious and might ask Miaomiao directly at the dinner table.

"Yes, I know him. He sits next to Miaomiao. I've met his mother a few times at previous parent-teacher conferences.
Why? Is his mother here today too?"

"Do you know anything about his family?" " I

don't know the specifics. When I was chatting with his mother, she said that his father was a homeowner who did renovations
. It seems like their family's financial situation is average. I didn't want to ask too much, lest we seem to look down on
them . Why are you suddenly asking about him?"

"No, his father came to the parent-teacher conference today. We chatted for a bit, and he seemed nice, so I just asked casually."

I didn't dare to ask any more questions, afraid that my wife would make some connections.

"So what did the teacher say to you today? Did she mention Miaomiao?"

My wife is different from me. After all, she is Miaomiao's biological mother, and she values her child's education
. However, she is busy with work, and it's difficult for a mother to manage her daughter as she grows up. As her stepfather, I can't
offer much support.

"It's always the same few sentences, nothing much was said. There were too many people, and it was chaotic when we left."

My wife rolled her eyes at me and said with a hint of resentment, "You make it sound so easy. So our daughter isn't your
own , of course you don't want to get involved."

I had to put down my newspaper and go over to comfort her, "Look at you, how have I not loved
you and our daughter? Have I neglected Miaomiao's food and clothing?"

"What's the use of just eating and dressing well? As a father, you need to put more effort into your child's education. Schooling
only happens once in a lifetime, and if you fall behind, it'll be hard to catch up. In the end, it's because she's your biological daughter.
Have you seen how I've treated Yongqi badly? Summer vacation is here, and I'm still asking around for tutoring classes for your son. And you, you're just
a hands-off parent who doesn't do anything."

Listening to my wife's complaints, I didn't dare to argue back. At times like this, it's best to let her speak her mind.

Yongqi is my son from my previous marriage. He's in his third year of junior high, only a year younger than Miaomiao. His grades
are good, so I've never worried about him. But what my wife said is true; she, his stepmother, treats him incredibly well .
There's none of the child abuse that many second-marriage families worry about, so I
can to her.

"Okay, okay, it's my fault, I'll reflect on it and promise to supervise Miaomiao's
studies . Please rest assured."

I gave my wife a serious salute, which immediately made her laugh through her tears.

"Actually, I'm not worried about Miaomiao's studies. I'm afraid she'll be influenced by those shady students at school and
get hurt in relationships."

After my wife's mood improved, she asked a question I had wanted to ask but didn't know how to bring it up.

I casually asked, "Does Miaomiao have a boyfriend at school?"

I pretended to be nonchalant while reading the newspaper, but I was also listening intently for my wife's answer.

"How would I know? I can't ask her, and I can't very well ask the teacher. But
I think she probably does. Once I saw a letter in her drawer, and she found it
when She even got angry at me. I guess it was a love letter from that boy. It seems I should
find an opportunity to talk to her about it. Girls are most vulnerable when they don't know anything."

"That's not a good idea. You two will have another fight."

I hesitated for a moment and pretended to be troubled. "You don't need to worry about this.
It's better for me, as the father, to handle these things. I'll look into it."

My wife looked at me in surprise. She probably didn't expect that I, her stepfather who had never cared about anything,
would suddenly have a change of heart.

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