spring bite mark

Chapter 256 Extra: Matters Between Home and School 3
Yan Changye became interested: "Internal KPIs, what do you mean?"

"The first-place student in the class can sit next to A-Yu; the second and third-place students can sit in front of or behind him; the student who makes the most progress in the class can get lunch for him; any student in the class who wins an award in an external competition can take a photo with him if they win a gold medal, and get his autograph if they win a silver medal. As for the rest, I have a bad memory and can't remember them all. Anyway, there are dozens of things related to him. Now, the whole class, regardless of whether they are boys or girls, is working hard. The entire Class 6 of the second year of junior high school is far ahead of everyone else in terms of academics and competitions."

Yan Changye's lips curled slightly: "Isn't this great?"

"How can I, the eldest grandson of the Yan family and the future successor, rely on my looks to attract attention?"

Yan Changye glanced at him: "This is nothing. There's still high school, university, and after university, there's the entire socialite circle in the capital. There will be countless suitors. How can you manage them all?"

Grandpa Yan frowned: "It's clear that someone who looks like you is a troublemaker. In that case, it's good that the third and fourth sons look like Manman. My life will be a little more peaceful from now on."

But can life really be peaceful?

Grandpa Yan was still feeling relieved that his two grandsons weren't attracting too much attention from women when Chaoyang Elementary School called.

The third son of the Yan family, Yan Jingcheng, and the fourth son of the Yan family, Yan Jingshuo, are both seven years old and are already in the first grade at Chaoyang Elementary School in the capital.

That was also the alma mater of Yan Yu and Xie Jian.

When Yan Changye answered the phone, he didn't think much of it at first: "What now?"

The assistant called, sounding slightly anxious: "Boss, the fourth young master's head is stuck in the school garden fence. The fire department has arrived. Do you have time to come and take a look?"

Yan Changye: "..."

He looked up at Old Master Yan with a complicated expression: "Your little grandson must have been kicked in the head by a donkey, do you want to go and admire him?"

Grandpa Yan: "!!!"

Chaoyang Primary School.

Whether it was Yan Changye or Old Master Yan, although they didn't personally handle everything related to the children, they had become frequent visitors to the school over the years.

The assistant didn't even specify which fence it was, but Yan Changye had already accurately walked to the garden near the school cafeteria—the only area on the entire school with a fence, and it was a deformed fence that didn't fit the concept of 'a head can squeeze through and a body can squeeze through'.

When Yan Changye and Old Master Yan arrived, the Fourth Young Master Yan Jingshuo's head was still stuck. A firefighter was thoughtfully using soft cloth to separate the gap between his head and the fence, while two other firefighters were carefully cutting the fence with tools.

The person involved was crying uncontrollably, and in front of him, a small figure was squatting, wiping away his tears with a clean white handkerchief.
"Don't cry, little brother. I'll give you all the meat in the bowl later."

Old Master Yan walked over with a dark face: "What's going on?"

The two children's personal assistants and several bodyguards stood obediently to the side, while the kindergarten teacher explained nervously:

"In science class, we were introducing the children to various flowers, and Jing Shuo somehow got stuck. Jing Shuo's father and grandfather, we are so sorry, we didn't watch our child properly."

Yan Changye's gaze lingered on the fence. Besides the section for his son, there were several other marks indicating that it had been cut by tools, and the cuts were quite fresh. He raised an eyebrow:

"Besides mine, are there any other children who are also stuck?"

“Daddy, six kids got stuck in total,” Yan Jingcheng explained considerately. “The younger brother started it.”

Yan Changye: "..."

The teacher was flustered: "Jing Shuo and a few others had a challenge to see who could crawl through the fence and catch the crickets inside. I'm really sorry, we promise this will never happen again."

Old Master Yan's expression was grim: "What? Other people's children were saved first, and my family's were put last?"

"No, it's because the fence material is different," the firefighter explained. "The fence your child is stuck in is made of a new material that was just replaced last year. It's harder and more difficult to cut, and it's also wider. The other children are already sore and their faces are white. We made this decision after considering everything." Grandpa Yan glanced at the children sitting on the ground next to him, crying loudly, with a conspicuous red mark on their heads. Then he looked at his grandson, who, although crying fiercely, was unharmed. He remained silent.

After getting Yan Jingshuo out of the fence, Yan Changye grabbed him by the collar and said, "Don't go to class this afternoon. Come back with me and reflect on your actions."

The teacher called out to him, "Jingcheng and Jingshuo's father, please wait a moment."

Yan Changye was slightly taken aback: "Is there anything else?"

"Would it be convenient to talk in the office? I also have something I'd like to discuss with you about your third son, Jing Cheng."

Yan Changye: "..."

Grandpa Yan coughed lightly: "You go by yourself, I'll take the children back first. The fourth one was frightened today, I'll have someone make him some calming soup to soothe him when we get back."

office.

“Jing Cheng is so well-behaved, he never bullies anyone.” Yan Changye looked at the teacher. “Speak, what’s wrong?”

The teacher paused for a moment: "Jingcheng didn't bully anyone, but in the future, I hope parents will be more careful and not tell their children all sorts of private things. Children don't understand, and bringing them to school has already caused several complaints from parents."

A private conversation?
The kind of thing you do with your wife?
Yan Changye thought back carefully and realized that he had never driven in front of his child, and he had never said any sensitive words related to that kind of thing in front of his child. He thought he had maintained a pretty good image as a reserved father.

"I haven't told the child," Yan Changye assured.

The teacher was a little embarrassed: "You didn't come to the parent-child sports meet last week, so you might not know."

"Ok?"

"Jing Cheng said some things he shouldn't have said in front of the adults..."

The teacher put it very subtly:

"He told Li Wenxi in front of her mother that Wenxi's father had three other families, and that Wenxi had two younger brothers..."

"He also told Zhou Yi's father that her family was about to go bankrupt, and that the Zhu family was preparing to ruin the Zhou family..."

"He looked at Liu Yutong and her father and said, 'You really aren't your father's biological daughter. You don't look like him at all.'"

The teacher rattled off over a dozen points, her expression incredibly complicated: "I spoke with Jing Cheng privately, and he said it was you who said it. Currently, Jing Cheng has practically offended all the children and parents from wealthy families in the class..."

The teacher, at this point, also had some doubts.

As far as she knew, the parents of those children from wealthy families in the class were usually very arrogant and vindictive, and no one dared to mess with them. But when they heard Jing Cheng's words, they only looked particularly ugly, but they didn't say a single harsh word to Jing Cheng. In fact, both before and after, they often had their children bring Jing Cheng and his brother all kinds of imported snacks and fruits. Their attitude was so cautious that it was strange.

The teacher was new and unaware of the Yan brothers' family background, and then said:

“Those kids have powerful backgrounds. As parents, we'd rather avoid trouble and let our children spend six fulfilling years at school peacefully. What do you think, Jingcheng’s dad?”

Yan Changye: "..."

He never expected that his child would overhear him chatting with his wife about gossip about various wealthy families and take it to heart.

The arrogant and haughty Crown Prince of the Yan family, for the first time in his life, was eager to die.

(End of this chapter)