Rebirth of Chinese Entertainment, the Diary of a 95 Flower

Chapter 134 Suddenly Can't Be a Mother

Zhao Jinmai took out a math test paper that she hadn't finished last night from her schoolbag.

I wanted to tell my mom again, "Even if I do go out to play, that's my own business, and it's none of your concern."

Meeting her mother's complicated gaze and seeing her forced smile, Zhao Jinmai ultimately couldn't bring herself to say those words.

He pushed open the car door and got out.

Watching her daughter's cheerful figure running towards Jiang Yang, Hu Lin blinked a few times.

I don't know why, but this time when I came back, I felt that my daughter had changed.

In the past, her daughter had protested against her for making schedules.

This time it was the most intense, and it was torn to shreds.

My daughter continued to do very well afterward.

He spent the entire week engrossed in his studies, requiring no prompting from her.

More immersed, more serious, more hardworking.

They even do the cleaning.

I will prepare breakfast for her.

That's exactly what she wanted to see.

These are the good aspects.

On the downside, her daughter has started talking back to her.

"Why is this daughter becoming more and more disobedient? The older she gets, the less she listens. It's so hard being her mother..." Hu Lin murmured.

I often hear experts in the news say that those born in the 00s are a lost generation.

I'm increasingly realizing this; it's absolutely true.

If I hadn't been keeping an eye on her, my daughter would probably be addicted to watching cartoons, eating snacks, and playing mobile games.

But I do have a job; I'm a university professor and also a referee for international sports events.

It's impossible to keep an eye on your daughter every single moment.

I tried to reason with my daughter, but she just let it go in one ear and out the other.

I had no other solution but to nag.

Especially the day before yesterday morning, when I called my daughter to get up, she not only didn't get up, but also told me to leave her alone.

He yelled at his daughter, but instead of apologizing as usual, she slammed the door and left.

The way they looked at themselves was filled with resentment.

Suddenly I don't know how to be a mother anymore.

For a moment, I felt like I had given up my entire youth and raised an enemy.

Fortunately, when I came to my senses, I found that my daughter had already bought breakfast and returned. After eating breakfast, she continued to do her homework and was still well-behaved.

At that moment, she tried to ease the tension with her daughter, pouring her a glass of warm water and saying as usual, "Daughter, Mom loves you the most."

In response, Zhao Jinmai said impatiently, "Mom, are you annoying me? I know you like me and I like you too, but I'm studying, don't mess around here, go use your phone."

The post-00 generation hasn't collapsed; they've simply refused to become replicas of their parents.

Zhao Jinmai took the test paper back to her side-lying room to write it.

The moment Hu Lin closed the door, she felt as if she had been isolated in another world by her daughter.

One seeks the future in exam papers, while the other seeks the past in parenting advice.

With a sigh, Hu Lin got off the bus.

Zhao Jinmai ran over to Jiang Yang and plopped down on the folding chair next to him, glancing at Jiang Yang's phone screen: "Oh my god, I lost!"

Jiang Yang looked in the direction of the sound, assuming it was some rude reporter.

Even if the other party is rude, he still has to put on a smile.

Upon realizing it was Zhao Jinmai, Jiang Yang's smile immediately vanished: "Shut up, I'm going to win this back."

What game?

"Honor of Kings, a newly released game."

Zhao Jinmai looked at Jiang Yang's phone screen and asked, "Your teammate said you're a troll. What does 'troll' mean?"

"It's a beautiful Chinese expression that, in esports games, means that the opponent is very strong and worthy of respect."

"real or fake?"

"real!"

Jiang Yang replied without even thinking.

I can't let Zhao Jinmai know that I'm polite and well-mannered in real life, but when I play esports, I become a rabid dog, swearing and cursing. Otherwise, Zhao Jinmai will definitely laugh at me.

"Let me play with it for a while, okay?" Zhao Jinmai asked, her eyes fixed on Jiang Yang's phone.

"Do you even understand how to play this game?"

"I'm really good at this, I'm a troll too, even better than you!"

Jiang Yang turned his head and saw that Hu Lin was walking this way.

He immediately put his phone away.

Unable to get the phone back, Zhao Jinmai took out a math test paper from her pocket: "How do I do this last big question?"

Jiang Yang glanced at it and knew the situation: "Use the Pythagorean theorem."

Opportunity to exploit attributes.

He patiently explained it to Zhao Jinmai.

Jiang Yang held a pen in his hand, listing the key points on a piece of draft paper and analyzing the problem-solving approach step by step.

Instead of directly giving Zhao Jinmai the answer, they guided her to review relevant theorems and formulas, and to reason and calculate based on the question.

[Under your care, Zhao Jinmai's math skills have improved, and you have received feedback and gained the corresponding attribute.]

While Zhao Jinmai was diligently working on the problem, Jiang Yang caught a glimpse of Hu Lin sitting down on the folding chair on the other side of him.

Noticing Jiang Yang teaching her daughter a math problem, Hu Lin nodded and smiled, speaking softly in Mandarin so as not to disturb Zhao Jinmai: "Xiao Jiang, you're here so early. Have you eaten?"

"I've already eaten, Teacher Hu."

Jiang Yang responded politely.

"I hope my daughter didn't bother you."

"No, no, Mai Mai is very sensible."

Hearing her daughter praised for being sensible, Hu Lin smiled with satisfaction, even though she knew it was just a polite remark: "By the way, Xiao Jiang, your math grades must be very good, right?"

"It's not that it's particularly good, it's just a complete mess. Every monthly exam, it doesn't even reach half of the passing score."

"That's too modest. Even top students are modest."

Jiang Yang must be joking with me.

Just from the problem-solving approach Jiang Yang just explained to his daughter, it's clear that Jiang Yang is a quick-thinking academic star.

The fact that Jiang Yang was able to go through the actor screening process and directly compete with Hu Xianxu in the audition, and that his acting skills far surpassed Hu Xianxu's, shows that Jiang Yang's parents not only have deep connections and resources in the industry, but also have put a lot of effort into cultivating Jiang Yang.

Parents all understand what's going on.

Sensible, well-mannered, and academically excellent.

Hu Lin supports her daughter's close relationship with Jiang Yang.

With Hu Lin by his side, Jiang Yang selectively talked to Zhao Jinmai only about academic topics: "What other questions can't you answer? Ask them as soon as possible, or we won't have time when the reporters arrive."

"There are plenty of them."

Zhao Jinmai opened her schoolbag and took out a stack of test papers.

There are various subjects; circle the questions you don't understand in red.

These are all problems I've encountered this past week.

Jiang Yang was deeply shocked; this was like a gift of experience points being delivered to him.

"Xiao Jiang, thank you so much. I'll treat you to dinner later." Hu Lin felt a little embarrassed that her daughter had asked Jiang Yang so many questions at once.

"It's no trouble at all, Mai Mai is really sensible."

Add Jiang Yang's contact information.

Hu Lin did not interrupt their academic exchange.

There was a missed call on my phone from the school.

She got up and went to the van to return the call.

After helping Zhao Jinmai clarify her thoughts on a few problems, Zhao Jinmai put down her pen and suddenly asked, "Brother Yang, do you usually tutor Sister Chaoyue?"

"How did you know?"

"You can tell now, right? The error rate on the English test that Sister Chaoyue gave me last time was so low, I can't even guess correctly as well as her," Zhao Jinmai clicked her tongue.

Jiang Yang said seriously, "Chaoyue's English is a bit lacking, but he has a great talent for math."

"Is this true?"

"Seriously, I'm not kidding! Sometimes when I tutor Chaoyue in math, her problem-solving approaches really overturn my understanding."

(End of this chapter)