Konishi's Beautiful Mother Teacher Chapters 1-5

As soon as I got to my building, I ran into Lu Xing, my neighbor who's a year younger than me. He was holding a basketball and
grinning at me. It was 4 PM, and after spending the whole afternoon playing with my classmates, I was exhausted.
Seeing his smiling face only made me more listless. I waved and said, "I can barely walk. Maybe next time
."

"Okay then. I'm off," Lu Xing said without hesitation.

"Bye-bye."

Lu Xing is 1.85 meters tall and has excellent physical abilities. He's been a key player on the school team since he was little. Because this neighbor often
played with me, my basketball skills aren't bad either. My physical attributes aren't bad either; I'm 1.75 meters tall and
weigh 66 kilograms. Of course, if I were to play one-on-one with him, I'd only get crushed.

My family lives on the fourth floor. My parents are ordinary working-class people. Our family's financial situation is neither rich nor poor.
My father, Tian Dahai, is in his forties and works for a foreign trade company. He earns a decent salary, but he often has to travel for work.
My mother, Ji Rong, is a math teacher at a private school, which is also
the high school . I'm 16 years old and just finished my first year of high school there. What should have been a long, relaxing summer vacation
has been abruptly changed this year when the school announced a month of make-up classes! In previous years, students only had these
make-up classes , which has made us first-year students feel extremely resentful. Because this is a boarding school with very
strict management, students are generally not allowed to leave school without permission, except for a day or two off. This means I have to arrive at school a month
early and spend several months in a dreary environment until winter break, when I can
go home for the Spring Festival. But even then, there might be more make-up classes. Especially thinking about my older sister Tian Qi's gloating
expression makes me very depressed. My sister has already escaped this ordeal by going to university, while I'm still suffering.

There's only a week left until I return to school, and even though I'm extremely unwilling, I still have to go to these make-up classes. What can
I do? I'm a student, after all. Besides, my mom is a teacher at that school. It should be noted that my mom
taught 11th grade last year, so there's no possibility we'd be in the same classroom.

While greeting the principal's family, I quickly climbed to the third floor when a shrill female voice rang out.

"How can you just let this go! I'm so angry!"

What happened? I saw my sister, Tian Qi, standing in the doorway. Looking up from my angle, her long, slender, fair legs under her
short skirt were particularly eye-catching, but I noticed her expression was off. "Sister, what's wrong?"

Seeing it was me, she said, "There's a crazy woman inside."

Seeing her face clearly, I realized she was furious.

I was even more confused. I looked inside the door and asked, "What exactly happened?"

"My mom and I forgot to turn off the kitchen tap when we went out at noon, and the water leaked downstairs."

My mother's clear voice came from inside the house. "I'll pay whatever it costs. Let's talk this out."

A middle-aged man said, "Yes, yes, let's talk this out."

"Your mom! Did you soften your heart just because she's pretty?"

"How could that be..." Her voice was pitifully soft.

Hearing this, I couldn't imagine my mother's situation inside. Her face must have looked terrible. My mother
has always been a quiet person. That refined and serene temperament is what leaves the deepest
impression on people. Coupled with her meticulous teaching work over the years, she has always been peaceful and cheerful. This
shrew was clearly unreasonable; how could my mother possibly be a match for her?

"Mrs. Dong, can you please be reasonable?" My mother's tone was somewhat urgent, and she was also angry.

"Reasonable? Fine, give me 3000 yuan, and we'll talk everything!"

"You... how could you possibly have that much?"

"3000 is too cheap for you."

I couldn't stand outside any longer and rushed in. My mother's face was flushed, her chest heaving slightly; she
must have been quite upset. Standing in front of my mother was a fat woman, her face greasy, not very old, but
looking very old. Next to the fat woman stood a middle-aged man. I remembered this family;
although we hadn't interacted much, we lived in the same building, so I knew them somewhat. This man
usually seemed timid and submissive, but now he couldn't say a word. Hearing the fat woman say she wanted 3000, he glared at
her , then looked at my mother, looking like he wanted to say something but didn't dare.

"Mom," I walked to my mother's side, "let them do whatever they want. We can call the police and see how much they can pay."

"How can you talk like that, child?" My mother looked at me reproachfully.

"Hey! You little brat!" The fat woman's shrill voice was unbearable.

I was about to yell back at her when my mother put a hand on my shoulder.

I hate it when my mother treats me like a child and speaks to me in a lecturing tone, but I had no
other choice. Then I looked at the kitchen ceiling; water stains had completely ruined it, with streaks of water
running down the walls. It was indeed very bad, but their house was simply renovated and had been
around for many years. If they wanted compensation, it would simply be a repaint; demanding 3,000 yuan was pure extortion.

My mother said, "I won't agree to that. I can pay for a worker to repaint the walls for you."

"Who knows if you'll cut corners? I want you to pay! Pay up!" she said, her hands on her hips, with a domineering expression
. It made me want to beat her up.

"Pay up is fine too. How about 1,000 yuan?" My mother tried her best to keep her tone calm.

"One thousand? Ha!" The fat woman turned her face to the other side. "Don't say anything! You and your mother won't be leaving
this house today without three thousand."

I laughed angrily. "I really didn't know you had such great abilities, fat woman."

"Who are you calling a brat?" The fat woman glared with her big round eyes, looking fierce.

"Whoever is fat woman, I'll call them that." I glared back fiercely, not to be outdone.

"You little rascal!" The fat woman was furious, but she couldn't do anything to me.

I found it amusing. It turned out she was a coward who only took advantage of the weak. Just as I was about to continue making sarcastic remarks, my mother pulled me back
. I looked at my mother in confusion. My mother shook her head at me. Looking at my mother's pretty face, I
sighed inwardly. How could my mother's personality not lead to her being taken advantage of?

"How about one thousand five hundred?" My mother tried to make an offer.

The fat woman was sure my mother was easy to bully. Hearing the offer of one thousand five hundred, she didn't even glance at my mother.

"Two thousand," Mom continued to concede. I was getting increasingly anxious, but Mom held my
hand , as if I would kill this fat woman if I let go.

Seeing an opportunity, the fat woman said, "Seeing how hard you've worked, it'll be two thousand five hundred. Not a penny less this time."

Mom remained silent, hesitant. I was afraid she would agree immediately. "Mom, call Dad."

Mom glanced at me. "Oh right, I almost forgot about your dad." She reached into her bag for her phone.

The man then spoke, "I think this matter..."

"You think what?!" The fat woman interrupted him halfway through, "There's still a score to settle with you later!"

I began to feel sorry for the middle-aged man.

Mom was about to make the call when footsteps sounded outside the door. I heard my sister say, "Uncle, please
come in and see."

It was Uncle Zhang who came in. He lived across the street from us and was the director of the neighborhood committee. His arrival should
make things easier.

"What's going on?"

Mom didn't even have time to call Dad. "Director Zhang."

Uncle Zhang's square face exuded authority without anger, and the fat woman couldn't cause any more trouble.

Mom explained the whole situation, and Uncle Zhang scolded her a few times before saying, "We're all neighbors.
Disputes are easy to resolve. Mrs. Dong, please give me face and let's sit down and talk things over. Let's not ruin the harmony."

Because of the fat woman's loud voice, the neighbors all came to watch the commotion. No matter how domineering the fat woman was, she still had to
continue living in this neighborhood, so she nodded with difficulty.

Next, Uncle Zhang hoped that both parties would sit down and talk, but Mom used the excuse that children shouldn't get involved to send me home.

At home, I still listened to Mom, even though I was unhappy, I could only go home with my sister.

By the time the matter was settled, it was already 6 p.m., because Mom and Dad, who had rushed back later, were still
negotiating downstairs. So no one cooked dinner, and I went online in my room while my sister watched TV in the living room. My sister
is the pampered type; she's too lazy to even do housework, let alone cook.

Mom and Dad came home, both looking exhausted. I eagerly asked Dad, "How did the negotiations go?
How much did you get in compensation?"

Dad nodded, "1,500."

"So much!" I said bitterly, unable to hide my disappointment. "I hope they don't
give that crazy woman a single penny."

Mom said, "How can you talk like that? We were in the wrong first. Besides, even if they're unreasonable,
how can you follow their example? I didn't know you had such a fiery temper. Have you forgotten what I taught you?"

"Fine, fine!" The lecturing started again. I said helplessly, "I know I was wrong, okay?"

My sister chimed in, "Mom, Xiaoxi was only trying to help you."

"You two," Mom sighed, "Anyway, I hope you will all become upright people."

"Hmm..." I replied casually.

"Alright, alright!" Dad said with a smile, "The children haven't eaten yet. Let's hurry up and cook."

I looked at Dad gratefully, and he smiled back at me before pulling Mom into the kitchen.

Not long after, a sumptuous dinner was served. During dinner, Dad announced that he
would be going to Thailand on a business trip the day after tomorrow, for a month. My sister was incredibly excited, telling Dad to take lots of pictures and
bring back lots of local specialties and trinkets. I, on the other hand, was indifferent; if I could, I'd really like Dad to take me
with him to Thailand. That way, I wouldn't have to go to tutoring!

Mom, as always, gave very serious instructions, saying she would look things up online to prepare everything for Dad.
Actually, this wasn't Dad's first time abroad, but Mom's meticulous and thorough habits hadn't been worn
away . Dad's face was beaming with happiness; the previous unpleasantness had been completely washed away by this joyful atmosphere
.

That evening, my aunt, Ji Hui, called home, and Mom answered. They talked for almost two hours.
I have a habit of going to bed early; I usually go to bed around 11 pm. When I came back from washing up in the bathroom
, I saw my mother still on the phone. I noticed tears welling in her eyes, and her voice was trembling slightly. I looked at
her, sitting on the sofa, completely absorbed in listening to my aunt, oblivious to my presence. Although I
wanted to know why she was crying, I was too embarrassed to ask. Was she confiding in my aunt about something that was
bothering ?

Lying in bed, my mind was filled with the image of my mother's red-eyed face. I'd only ever seen
my mother . The first time was when I was in sixth grade. For a while, I was addicted to video games.
One morning, I skipped class to play with some friends. When I went to class in the afternoon, my homeroom
teacher a severe dressing-down in the office. Halfway through the reprimand, I don't know where I got the courage, but I grabbed
a textbook from my desk and threw it at her. The consequences were severe; the teacher even asked the principal to expel me
. That night, when I got home, my mother saw me crying, but she didn't hit me. My mother, weeping, told me that
when she was a homeroom teacher at school, she encountered many unruly students like me. But I was
different : I was just a primary school student, while they were high school students, almost adults
. They were mature enough that the teacher's influence was minimal. But I was still a child, my mother cried, saying I reminded
her of many students who had gone astray. And I, at such a young age, had made such a big mistake. My mother then
cried and lectured me endlessly.

Later, I changed, became an excellent student, and even got into a top-tier high school after graduation—
a miracle in the eyes of my classmates and teachers. I knew that what changed me wasn't my mother's endless
lectures , but the tears streaming down her face. Seeing my mother's tears, I stood before her and cried
harder than anyone else.

The second time I saw my mother cry was the day my grandmother passed away.

In my mind, my mother was a perfect figure. A beautiful face, 1.7 meters tall, a slender and
graceful figure, plus a refined and serene temperament—she was perfect!

The next morning, while I was having breakfast, my mother said mysteriously, "We'll have a guest coming to our house in a few days."

"Who is it?" I asked.

"Do you remember who used to bully you when you were little?" my mother said with a smile.

"I'm the one who should be bullying you. How could anyone bully me?" I said with a smug look.

My sister chuckled and said, "Lots of people bullied Xiao Xi when she was little. This is really hard to guess."

"How many times have I told you, don't call me 'Xiao Xi'!" I hate it when people call me "Xiao Xi" because it
makes me sound effeminate.

"Xiao Xi," Mom said, "people still remember you."

"Mom. Can you call me by my name, Mom?" I protested.

"That's not good."

I pursed my lips helplessly, racking my brains but finding no clue. "Who is it?"

My sister urged, "Mom, who is that person?"

"Your aunt's son."

"Aunt?" My sister said, "Isn't she up north? Has she come back?"

My mother's expression darkened. "Your aunt isn't coming this time. She's entrusting her son to me, hoping I'll teach
him well. Your cousin is a senior in high school this year, but his grades aren't good. Your aunt sees that I'm a teacher, and she sees that you two
are both excellent, so she wants her son to stay with me and work hard for a year so he can get into a good university next year."

"Get into a good university in just one year?" I questioned.

Then my mother slapped me on the forehead. "Why can't you say something nice?"

My sister chuckled gleefully and asked, "What's his name?"

"Qin Shu."

"Qin Shu," I repeated, then asked, "I haven't seen Auntie for so many years. How is she?"

"Your auntie hasn't been doing well these past few years," my mother said. "So I want to do my part
to help her."

It seems that my mother's tears yesterday must have been related to my auntie. But if my mother cried,
how suffering?

"What happened to Auntie?" my sister asked.

"You kids shouldn't meddle in other people's business. Anyway, Qin Shu is coming in a few days, so you have to treat him well."

"Don't worry, Mom. I won't bully him."

"Tch," my sister scoffed.

Mom chuckled, "That's good, that's good."

"Mom, does Qin Shu have to go to our school too?"

"Of course." Mom switched to her usual lecturing tone and said to us, "This time Qin Shu is coming,
you two must set a good example. Your aunt has pinned all her hopes on her son, especially
Xiao Xi. You'll be attending the same school, so you'd better put
away . You need to set a good example for Qin Shu to motivate him to study hard."

I really wanted to bang my head against a wall. "Mom, you always manage to bring up bad things about me."

"Didn't you hear that? This isn't just about setting an example for your cousin, it's also about setting high standards for yourself
, understand?"

"I understand, I understand..." I quickly buried my head in my rice; if she kept talking, I'd die.

At noon, I was bored at home alone. Dad went to work, Mom and my sister went shopping, leaving
me all alone. Before leaving, Mom threatened to check my homework when she got home. Looking at the math homework Mom
left behind , I felt like dying. Besides complaining about the unfair treatment, all I could do was
silently work on my homework.

While daydreaming, I thought about my aunt's family. I remember the last time I saw my aunt was four years ago,
the year my grandmother passed away. My aunt returned alone from the north, but her husband and son were nowhere to be seen. Thinking about it now,
there must have been a lot of conflict in my aunt's family. But I probably wouldn't know the details. I remember my aunt
looked somewhat like my mother, and they were about the same height. That day, she was wearing a black coat, and standing next to my mother,
anyone could tell they were sisters. As for Qin Shu, I don't remember him well. I was only six
years old then. What kind of person is Qin Shu now?

"Ring..." The phone rang.

I answered it, "Hello."

"It's me." The voice was childish, with a hint of impatience. I immediately recognized who it was.

I was a little excited. "Not bad, kid. You've improved. You recognized my voice so quickly."

"Hmph. You'd better remember the benefits you promised."

"Of course, of course. You'll get your share. Hurry up and call your sister to answer the phone." The

person who called me was Chen Yi, a junior high student who still seemed like a callow youth.
Of course, he was just a middleman. The important person was his sister, my girlfriend, Chen Jing. Since
we didn't have cell phones, we could only contact each other by phone. To prevent my mom or dad
from getting suspicious if they answered the phone, Chen Yi came in handy. He played the role of my friend, so even if my parents
answered the phone, there wouldn't be any problems. After I answered the phone, I could switch the caller ID and then I could
talk to Chen Jing about our relationship without worry. Chen Jing and her brother's relationship was truly enviable. If I told my sister I had
a girlfriend , then that would be the end of it.

"Hello." A simple word, yet it was as melodious and touching as a nightingale's song.

"Xiao Jing." That's what I usually call her.

"Xiao Xi." Although I don't like people calling me that, really, Xiao Jing is an exception. Xiaojing said on
the other , "Are you free this afternoon?"

I hesitated for a moment, but only for a second. Why should you all go out and have fun while I'm
home alone ? I happily replied, "Yes, yes."

"That's great!" Xiaojing was very happy. "Could you go to the post office to pick up some mail for me?"

"Huh?" I froze.

"What's wrong?" "No, nothing." I was already crying my eyes out. Sure enough, I'm always the oppressed class

in front of everyone . 　　"Please." 　　I forced a smile. "No problem." 　　"That's great. I knew Xiaoxi was the best to me." 　　"Hehe." I forced a laugh. 　　We chatted about the details of the mail. When I hung up, I had a strange feeling: I was tired, I felt like I would never love again . 　　On my way downstairs, I kicked the broken iron door on the third floor hard, feeling a little bit of satisfaction.

The sun was blazing outside, and I was already sweating profusely after only a short time outside. Walking along the street, I became increasingly uneasy; this
mail was too suspicious. It was from a post office far from Xiaojing's house. Sigh, whatever, thinking about it is
a waste of time. Who cares which post office it is, I'm destined to be an errand boy anyway. Just pick up the mail, what
could it be? It's not like it's a bomb, is it? Hmm… maybe it really is.

Lost in thought, I took a shortcut, turning left and right in the alleyways, head down, focused only on walking.
Suddenly a hand landed on my shoulder. "This road is blocked." I looked up and saw a blond-haired young man,
probably a thug. He was blocking the alley entrance, looking at me arrogantly. Better to avoid trouble, I
was about to take a detour when a familiar voice said, "Tianxi, what are you doing here?"

Only then did I notice someone standing behind the blond-haired man—tall, long-armed, and strong—it was Lu Xing.
"You two know each other?" asked the blond-haired guy. "He's my friend," Lu Xing replied.

The blond-haired guy then asked me, "Oh. Who are you hanging out with now?"

"I'm not hanging out with anyone."

"He's a good student," Lu Xing said with a smile.

Although Lu Xing and I weren't in the same grade, we've been
best friends ever since I moved to this neighborhood in the first year of junior high. I also knew that Lu Xing usually hung out with his cousin, who was supposedly
quite influential in the underworld. Judging by the situation, there must be a fight going on in the alley.

Lu Xing asked me, "By the way, you haven't told me why you're here?"

"I need to pick something up at the post office. It's closer from here."

"Isn't the post office right at the entrance of the neighborhood?"

"It's a long story. Looks like I'll have to take a detour."

"Wait, come with me." Lu Xing gestured for me to follow him.

"Is that okay?" To be honest, I was still a little wary of their connections.

"It's fine," Lu Xing said readily.

I followed Lu Xing deeper into the alley. The blond-haired guy gave me a deep look, then turned and continued guarding the alley entrance.

Lu Xing and his men were gathered around the corner of the alley. As we passed by, we saw a burly young man grab
a steel pipe and swing it with tremendous force, making a half-circle motion.
A dull thud followed, and then a man's agonizing scream. I couldn't help but look at the man lying on the ground. His face was covered in blood, and he was rolling around on the ground.
I thought that blow had basically ruined his legs. Another man kneeling on the ground suddenly stared at me, startling me into
taking a step back. At that moment, the others noticed me too.

"Who is he?" someone asked, looking at me.

"A friend of mine. He just happened to be passing by," Lu Xing quickly replied. Lu Xing pulled me, saying, "Let's
go."

I nodded blankly.

Once out of the alley, I felt a little distracted. Something felt off, but I couldn't quite put my finger on it. Maybe it was just
that man's gaze that made me uncomfortable. Connecting the various troubles of the day, I felt incredibly
depressed. I rushed to the post office, where the postwoman handed me the mail. The package was flat, about 30 centimeters long and 20 centimeters
wide . What was it? I read the label attached to it. The recipient was clearly listed as "Tianxi."
I quickly looked at the sender's section; the name "Chen Jing" was rather jarring. What was going on? I slowly read
the sender 's address: "No. 14, 13th Street, Yongheng District." A crowd of onlookers suddenly surged towards me
.

"Young man, what did you write there?"

"Young people these days are really interesting."

"Mom, what's that big brother holding?"

I blushed, clutching the mail, and ran out of the post office.

When I got home, almost an hour and a half had passed since I left. My mother and sister still hadn't
returned .

I went back to my room and locked the door. I placed the mail on the table, carefully opened it, and
there a white t-shirt. I opened the package and took out the t-shirt; the front had cute animals printed on it, and the back had
a large half-heart. Matching outfits… that phrase flashed through my mind.

The email also contained several photos and a letter. The delicate handwriting in the letter made me feel like I was looking at Xiaojing
herself. Reading the letter and looking at the photos, I suddenly remembered that today was the day I confessed my feelings to Xiaojing last year.
So this is how much Xiaojing values this anniversary. I immediately regretted
the unhappiness I showed during our phone call. Reading Xiaojing's letter felt like a piece of candy melting in my heart, the intense
sweetness almost suffocating me. Most of the photos were Xiaojing's own photography. Xiaojing
has loved , and given that her father owns a photography studio, it's not surprising that she can take such beautiful photos.
The last photo was taken last year when we went on a date at the amusement park. Looking at the person in the photo,
for the first time in my life, I felt an urge to protect someone for the rest of my life.

The following days were uneventful again. Apart from playing basketball with Lu Xing, I had virtually no other
outdoor activities. This was all thanks to my mother's supervision and my sister's strict upbringing. My plans to date Xiaojing
were dashed.

The morning before school started, our guest finally arrived. My mother picked him up from the train station alone.
He only had one suitcase. The first thing he said to me as he walked in was, "You must be Xiaoxi
. On the way here, Auntie kept telling me to learn from you and to take good care of me in the future."

For some reason, I really disliked him. Was this Qin Shu, who used to bully me? He
was about height, with slightly dark skin, a short buzz cut, and a face that I thought was passable.
I simply replied, "Hello."

Qin Shu gave me a strange smile. He then greeted my sister, "Hello, cousin."

My mother said, "Qin Shu, you must be hungry. Come and eat. I've already prepared your
meal . Qiqi, go and bring the food up."

"Thank you, Auntie." Qin Shu pointed to his suitcase and said, "Auntie, where should I put my luggage?"

"Just put it in Xiaoxi's room."

"Huh?" I was taken aback.

Before I could say anything, my mother went to take Qin Shu's luggage. Qin Shu quickly shielded it behind his back, saying,
"I wouldn't dare trouble you, Auntie. I can do it myself."

"Don't mention it. Give it to me quickly; you must be tired after a day and a night on the train."

Mom stepped forward and tried to take the suitcase away. Her left hand gripped the handle, and Qin
Shu followed suit, placing his hand over hers and grabbing the handle as well. "I'm so sorry to trouble you, Auntie, I'll do it myself."

"Why are you so stubborn?" Mom tried to pull it away, but Qin Shu held on tightly,
his hand on hers seemingly trying to pry her hand off, constantly moving. Boring, I couldn't be bothered
to watch any longer and went to the kitchen.

Seeing that one hand wasn't working, Mom instinctively reached out with her other right hand.

"Auntie, no."

Qin Shu placed a hand on Mom's shoulder, but she couldn't reach it. "Qin Shu, how can you refuse Auntie's kindness
like this ?" she said, then tried to reach it again.

Qin Shu frantically moved his hand on Mom's shoulder. "Auntie, really, no, let Qin Shu do it himself."

"Listen to Auntie!"

In this stalemate, Qin Shu's left hand slid from her shoulder to Mom's firm breasts. Her sensitive breasts were
squeezed and pinched forcefully, almost making Mom cry out. She reflexively tried to pull her left hand away, but Qin Shu's
right hand pressed it down. A jolt of electricity shot from her breasts throughout her body, stimulating her brain, and Mom momentarily forgot how to
react. Qin Shu gently massaged them a couple of times, and before Mom could recover, he quickly released his hands, repeatedly apologizing, "
I'm sorry , I'm sorry. I deserve to die. I deserve to die."

"What's wrong?" I asked curiously, walking out of the kitchen.

Qin Shu seemed flustered. "I just..."

"Nothing," Mom interrupted. Mom covered her chest with her hands, but I didn't pay much attention.
I noticed the suitcase was still at the door, and I couldn't help but laugh. "It's just one suitcase."

"Auntie, let me handle it," Qin Shu said, looking at Mom seriously. But I still felt something
was off .

Mom looked at Qin Shu and slowly nodded.

During dinner, my sister actively asked Qin Shu all sorts of questions, while Mom was surprisingly quiet, only saying
a few words here and there. After dinner, Qin Shu insisted on helping his mother wash the dishes, while his older sister happily sat on the sofa watching TV.
His sister, usually so lazy, was truly enjoying herself.

After finishing the chores, it was time to go to school. We packed our things at 1:30 PM. Mom
drove me, my sister, and Qin Shu to school.

My sister had also graduated from this school; this trip was a way for her to revisit her alma mater and reminisce about the old days. Qin Shu was there
to familiarize himself with the campus. Mom said that Qin Shu's paperwork wasn't finished, so he couldn't come to school yet. I
asked, "How long will it take?" Mom said, "It'll be soon."

After dinner at the school cafeteria, it was time to say goodbye to Mom and the others. Watching Mom drive my sister and
Qin Shu home, I felt a pang of envy.

Everyone from the dorm had arrived; after a month apart, it seemed like we had so much to talk about.
There are , all born in the same year, so there's no real brotherhood or sisterhood between us. I sleep in the top bunk,
and the guy in the bottom bunk is Liu An, a chubby, artsy young man who's particularly
interested in the virtuous and talented Aoi Sora, and he's also a rich second-generation. The guy in the top bunk opposite me is Zhang Xiaoyi, an ordinary young man, the bookworm
type. The guy in the bottom bunk is Du Wei, an athletic type; I heard he originally planned to focus on sports
, but his rigid parents absolutely refused.

Even with so many topics to talk about, there are times when your mouth gets numb. I wanted to go find Xiaojing, but for some
reason, even though I really wanted to see her, I turned back as soon as I reached the door. Everyone was tired of chatting and
started tidying up their belongings. I arrived early, and with my mom's help, I was already done. Thinking of my mom, I wonder
how things are at home? My mom, sister, and cousin Qin Shu are home. Qin Shu's luggage is in my room; he'll probably sleep
there. Luckily, I was prepared; I had locked all my private belongings deep inside a
box . So I wasn't worried about them being discovered.

But what would they be doing at home? I couldn't resist the urge, so I picked up the dorm phone and dialed
a familiar number home.

"Hello?"

The call connected quickly.

"Sister, it's Tianxi."

"Xiaoxi. What's up?"

"Um... nothing. I'm just a little homesick."

"Tch." My sister gave me a look of disdain. "Go to sleep if you have nothing to do."

"Ah. That's so heartless. You must be someone Mom picked up, not my biological sister."

"You're the one who was picked up! I'm just in a bad mood right now."

"Oh? What happened?" I asked cautiously.

"It's all because of Qin Shu," the older sister said in a low voice. "My freedom has been completely taken away."

"What does he have to do with your freedom?"

"Of course! Mom's really going all out this time. She says I have to tutor him, morning and afternoon, until he
gets the paperwork done and can go to school."

"Oh, I see." It seems Mom really values Qin Shu. "What about at night?"

"Mom will tutor him herself."

That makes sense. At our school, evening study sessions are usually not held; only the homeroom teacher is
on don't come to school at night unless they specifically need to add extra classes or for other reasons. That means Mom
does have time to tutor Qin Shu after work.

"So what if you need extra lessons? It won't take more than a few days."

"Sigh, we just never have anything in common."

"Sister," I asked, "what are you doing now?"

"Watching TV."

"And Mom?"

"Mom's in your room talking to Qin Shu. They've been talking for a long time."

"Oh."

I chatted casually with my sister for a few more minutes, then hung up the phone, feeling rather bored. I checked the time; it was exactly eight o'clock. They'd been talking
for a long time? I slapped my forehead, feeling like my thoughts were a jumbled mess, so jumbled that I didn't even know
what . I should just get some sleep.

Meanwhile, in my room, Mom and Qin Shu were sitting on the bed talking. Mom looked worried.
"When I first saw your father, I thought he was a pretty good person. I never expected him to turn out like this."
Mom paused, then put on a kinder expression and said earnestly, "But you mustn't let this discourage you."
"You're so downcast. Your mother's heart is entirely pinned on you; you can't let her down, you know?"

"I won't let Mom down," Qin Shu said. "Auntie, Uncle must be a very good person, right?"

"Why are you suddenly asking this?"

"I just really admire Uncle," Qin Shu said softly.

"Oh?" Mom looked at Qin Shu curiously. "Why?"

"Because he can make someone as beautiful as you, Auntie, happy." A hint of sadness flashed in Qin Shu's eyes. "My
dad only brings disaster."

Mom blushed, affectionately touching Qin Shu's forehead, and said, "Qin Shu, you're a good child. Let
's work hard together to improve your grades. Are you confident?"

"I'm confident," Qin Shu said firmly. "I will definitely study hard and give Mom a better life."

"Then keep up the good work!" Mom encouraged.

"Yes. And Auntie too."

"What about me?"

"I'll make Auntie happy too."

Mom paused, "Qin Shu's grades are good, your mom and I will be happy."

Mom looked at her watch, "It's getting late, Qin Shu, you should get some rest. Starting tomorrow, you'll have to
fight for your dreams!"

Qin Shu nodded, "Okay."

Mom gave Qin Shu one last look, then got up and left. Qin Shu watched his mother's back, her long
hair framing her slender waist and slightly upturned buttocks, and a wicked smile appeared on his face.

First day of school! But I wasn't excited at all. If Liu An hadn't woken me up, I probably would have slept until 10
o'clock. I didn't have time to wash my face, and I went to the classroom sleepily, only to find my backpack empty.

Our homeroom teacher is a beautiful woman named Su Yan. She graduated three years ago from a famous
normal university and has been teaching English at our school ever since. Our class is her first time being our homeroom teacher.
When Ms. Su walked in, all the male students in the class were immediately struck by her appearance. She was wearing a sophisticated, round-neck,
sleeveless floral dress with a hem that fell about four centimeters above her knees, showcasing her beautiful figure. Ms. Su
looked intently at the students below the podium, and her sweet voice rang out, "Hello, students."

"Hello, Ms. Su," the students responded in unison.

"Did you have a good holiday?"

The room buzzed with excitement, some saying they did, others saying the holiday was too short. I just looked at Teacher Su and didn't
join in the commotion. Teacher Su waved her hand, signaling everyone to quiet down. "The coming month, although
it's just extra classes, is extremely important for you as you enter your second year of high school. On one hand, high-achieving
students can use this extra class to reach even greater heights. On the other hand, lower-achieving students can use this
month's effort to close the gap and strive for improvement. Anyone who slacks off during this period will definitely fall behind."

Teacher Su exuded confidence, her intense gaze sweeping over everyone. "That's all for now. Time
is precious, let's begin class."

As Teacher Su walked past me while lecturing, she saw that my deskmate Liu An and I were sharing a book. She frowned and
said, "Who didn't bring a book?"

I honestly admitted, "Me."

Teacher Su glanced at me. "Come to my office after class at noon."

"Ah!" I cried out inwardly.

Don't let Teacher Su's beautiful appearance fool you; she's notoriously strict. Her strictness wasn't about punishing students;
on the contrary, she rarely criticized anyone, and even when she did, it was very mild and minimal. Her strictness manifested in
her comprehensiveness involvement in everything. For minor offenses, she'd have a long talk in the office; for more serious offenses, she'd visit the student's home to speak with their parents. And the offense might
be something as simple as talking in class. In Ms. Su's own theory, this is "prevention is better than cure."
I heard this statement once stunned the school leaders, which is why they entrusted
her with the important responsibility of being a homeroom teacher at such a young age.

Take this time, for example. I simply forgot my book. During break, I went to find Xiaojing in the next class, and she
seemed a little off. Although she was chatting and laughing with me, I could see her eyes were darting around; she
was definitely preoccupied. I didn't immediately ask her what was wrong. Aren't girls often
sentimental ? Maybe it was just a small matter; asking might only embarrass her.

At lunchtime, I went to the office as instructed. Ms. Su was sitting in her chair, seemingly having waited for me for a long time
. Ms. Su pointed to the chair in front of me, gesturing for me to sit down. The seat I sat in directly faced the blast of cold air
from , making me feel extremely uncomfortable.

Ms. Su began, "I heard from Ms. Ji that you've been working very hard this past month of summer vacation."

My mother had mentored Ms. Su when she came to our school for her internship, so they had a good relationship.

"That's about right," I smiled sheepishly. "You know, my mother is very strict."

"Is it just Ms. Ji who's strict?" Ms. Su's smile was enigmatic. "Haven't you put in
any effort yourself?"

"Well… of course, I have."

"That's what I think," Ms. Su's smile faded, and she said seriously, "You're diligent,
but lazy and seem careless when you're studying. It gives off a frivolous impression."

I nodded in agreement. At that moment, it seemed to me that Ms. Su wasn't just
instructing . She was also a beautiful woman, and men tend to be more submissive in front of beautiful women. If my middle school
homeroom teacher, whom my classmates jokingly called "Panda," had said this to me, I definitely wouldn't have listened to him. Looking at Ms. Su's
cherry- , these words were deeply imprinted in my mind.

"As your homeroom teacher, I have to make a demanding request. This request is beneficial to all the students in the class.
I hope you will correct your study habits and be a positive role model. Don't give your classmates this impression. Look at
Tian Xi, always laughing and joking, yet her grades are excellent! And as the English class representative, she doesn't even
bring her English book to class."

Again, setting an example. I lowered my head dejectedly.

"I know this might be a bit difficult for you. But for the sake of creating a good learning atmosphere in the class, I hope you,
Tian Xi, will definitely do this."

I nodded.

"I heard your cousin is here."

"How did you know, teacher?" I was somewhat surprised.

Ms. Su smiled. "Your mother has been busy with her paperwork all day. I also told Ms. Ji
what I had just said, and she completely agreed. That's when I realized that Ms. Ji had
the same expectations of you as I have." "

Oh, I see," I said helplessly. "I'll do my best."

Ms. Su patted my shoulder with her fair hand, a charming smile on her face. "I've always
trusted you and have high hopes for you. I believe you can do it."

The encouragement from this beautiful woman was extraordinary. I don't know why, but I suddenly felt a surge of energy. "I definitely will!"

The first day of tutoring passed quickly. That night, as I lay in bed, I reflected on my life. From childhood
, I always felt I was much smarter than my classmates. This confidence stemmed from
the my mother cried for me; I began to take my studies seriously. In this state, I discovered I
could accomplish with only a third of my effort what others did with all theirs. Those math problems that stumped all my classmates
were just a matter of time for me. In the final exams of my first year of high school, I unsurprisingly came in first place.
Because of this, I always seemed very relaxed and carefree. Teacher Su and my mother are both
doing this for my own good. Being a role model is essentially about self-discipline, isn't it? People with self-control aren't guaranteed success,
but those without self-control are destined for failure. Some say that the greatest challenge in life is
oneself . Those who conquer themselves are admired, but what about those who change others?

The faces of my mother and Teacher Su flashed through my mind, and I decided I couldn't let them down.

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