Electronic Nezha

Chapter 92 Out of sight
In winter, the fruit market is deserted after five o'clock. Li Ping packs up her stall on time and moves the fruit from outside into the house, and Chen Feng quickly goes to help.

"You can leave it there." Li Ping's tone didn't sound polite.

Chen Feng suddenly stood helplessly to one side, like Xianglin's wife, while the Apple Beauty busied herself packing up her things. At this moment, two classic characters created by Mr. Lu Xun miraculously met...

After Li Ping finished packing up her stall, she changed into a down jacket, put on a pink helmet, got on her electric scooter with a windshield, said goodbye to me and Lao Wang, and Chen Feng said, "Miss Li, how about we have a simple meal together?"

"No need, you go ahead and do your work." With that, she turned the switch and gracefully left.

Old Wang and I watched an extra scene, and then we started packing up. Just as Chen Feng was about to offer to help, Old Wang said, "Forget it, brother. Go live your good life." His words had a double meaning.

Chen Feng said, "Am I really that unpopular?"

Old Wang said, "You're wasting your time here; do you think you're the first one?"

"What, the first one?"

"Everyone likes pretty women. Li Ping has been the target of many advances over the years. Although she may not be as rich as you, if she had such intentions, she wouldn't be suffering here now—you know what I mean?"

"don't know."

"Aren't the young models at the club better? Don't waste your time here."

Chen Feng said, "Brother Wang underestimates me."

Old Wang asked, "How old are you?"

It felt like a natural opportunity to start a relationship, so I said, "You two, stop comparing yourselves."

The two of them were speechless, and I smiled smugly.

Just then, a phone call came in. When I looked at the caller ID, my smile vanished instantly. It was Wang Aili, Liu Zhenhua's homeroom teacher!

I frantically showed my phone to Lao Wang, muttering to myself, "What should I do? What should I do?" I was even more helpless than Chen Xianglin. To be honest, I wasn't this panicked even when Chen Bing called to threaten me.

Old Wang said, "Just accept it, what else can we do?"

Chen Feng asked in a low voice, "Who is it?"

"Hello, Teacher Wang!" I immediately spoke clearly and sincerely as I answered the phone.

"Liu Zhenhua's father!" Teacher Wang threw those five words at me without saying anything else, which made me even more flustered.

"Has Liu Zhenhua gotten into trouble again?" I asked cautiously.

"Not this time, you know he's blind."

"What happened to him?" My panic turned into anger. He was a perfectly healthy child when he went to school this afternoon. How could he suddenly go blind?

"He's nearsighted; he can't see the words on the blackboard at all."

"Huh? That can't be—"

"I bet you don't know, if he hadn't squinted and remained silent for so long when I asked him to read the words on the blackboard, I wouldn't have noticed. Does he spend too much time staring at the computer?"

"This... kid!" I almost blurted out "little rascal." Now, every day as soon as he gets home, he's glued to the computer making his lame jokes, and on weekends it's all day. I've had my doubts about whether it's bad for his eyes, but this kid swore it would be fine, and it turns out he really has become nearsighted.

"Take him to get his glasses. He's tall, we can't put him in the front row."

"Okay, I'll go this weekend."

"Don't wait until the weekend, go after school. There are several opticians near the school that stay open late."

"Thank you, Teacher Wang." This expression of gratitude came from the bottom of her heart. Although Wang Aili was stern, she was generally a responsible teacher.

After hanging up the phone, I was so angry I jumped up and down: "That little brat!"

Old Wang said, "Why are you blaming the child for this?"

……

As I stormed home through the neighborhood, a voice suddenly said, "Your son isn't human!"

It sounded like someone was whispering in my ear, or like a voice coming from my head.

"Who the hell is talking?" My anger surged, and I roared out of nowhere. There was no one around me, but a few elderly people taking a walk in the distance looked at me suspiciously.

This time I heard it clearly, but it was definitely not someone saying it in front of me. I stood there for a while, and then everything returned to normal.

I suspect it's because I've been having a lot of worries lately, and with Qiao Yuchen's situation, I've researched a lot about the characteristics of depression. Increased mental stress can cause auditory hallucinations. Don't let my usual carefree and easygoing demeanor fool you; I actually have a sensitive heart. After all, I'm more inclined towards literature—

I can't worry about anything else right now; I have to deal with Liu Zhenhua's nearsightedness first.

Liu Zhenhua usually gets home at 7:15, but he was a little late today, not getting home until 7:30. He probably got home because of that 100 yuan allowance.

"Don't move," I yelled at him sternly as soon as he stepped in.

Feeling guilty and hesitant, Liu Zhenhua asked, "Dad, what's wrong?"

I stood on the balcony, holding something up in my hand, and said, "Look what this is?"

Liu Zhenhua leaned forward instinctively, squinting, and then asked, "What are you doing with that coin?"

"Your eyesight is good; you even know it's a coin. Now take a look at this one, what is it?"

"Slippers... Wang Aili told you everything?" Liu Zhenhua suddenly realized that all was lost.

I threw my slipper at him and said, "Nobody knows more about eye health than you, huh?"

Liu Zhenhua dodged the slipper attack, his face contorted with grief, and said, "Dad, listen to me, everything is under control..."

"Bring me the shoes. Tell me what you've learned."

"Anyway, it won't interfere with my studies."

"Bullshit! Just because it doesn't interfere with your studies doesn't mean you don't need to protect your eyes. Does the last student in your grade go blind and his parents not care?"

Liu Zhenhua was silent for a moment, then picked up the slippers, walked over and placed them beside my feet, saying, "You're right, I didn't expect it to turn out like this either."

"Aren't you a super AI? Can't you figure out how to protect your eyes?"

"This doesn't need to be calculated; we learned it in elementary school..."

"Then why don't you do it?"

"They were hoping for the best..."

"Are you just trying to fool your teacher?"

"I really think so, I'll be more careful in the future..."

"Let's go get some glasses." What else can we do? First, we need to check the degree of myopia, and then try to delay the increase in prescription as much as possible.

"Actually, there's no need to rush."

"Can't you wait? If you don't wear your glasses to school tomorrow, your teacher Wang will scold me first."

Liu Zhenhua put his shoes back on, and the father and son went downstairs looking dejected.

How long has this been going on?

"It'll only take about a month."

"Let's not even talk about grades. What do you do when the teacher asks you to answer questions on the blackboard?"

"Chen Zihan will cover for me and tell me the answer."

"You're really something, why didn't she help you today?"

"She took the afternoon off to go to her father's for a routine check-up."

It's true that there are many opticians around the school, but they have all sorts of names. Some are called vision correction centers, some are called rehabilitation institutions, and some have a row of optical instruments in their shops for children with pseudomyopia to have their eyes checked. They are always crowded after school and on holidays.

I wanted to find a reliable place, so I led him into one of the largest orthodontic centers. The saleswoman, dressed like a sales assistant in a luxury brand store, knew we were a customer as soon as she saw us together. She came over with a big smile and asked, "Do you have any questions for me?"

(End of this chapter)