Reborn veteran, lying flat since high school

Yang Jinjuan came to the hospital to visit her son around 3 or 4 p.m.

During off-peak hours at the store, her visit to the hospital doesn't interfere with her work.

Incidentally, she also wanted to persuade her son to let the matter drop.

This matter is of utmost importance, as it is the first time Song Zhiming has made a clear statement.

Yang Jinjuan couldn't possibly not take it seriously.

"Son, you still have to stay in school for another year, the most crucial year."

"Mom, it's precisely because I still have a crucial year to spend at school that I can't give up. Wouldn't you be more at ease if King Hu wasn't at the school?"

"Why are you so stubborn, kid? You've made such a big fuss, and the only one who has a problem with you is Director Hu? Don't you think about it? How could he become the grade head without connections?"

Yang Jinjuan tried to persuade her with earnest words, stern words, and even complaints and lamentations.

Tang Yisheng responded by either analyzing, arguing logically, or ignoring the situation.

Their attitude remains the same: No.

"That's settled then. I'm your mother, and I said no more trouble, and that means no more trouble, understand?"

Ugh!

Tang Yisheng suddenly felt nauseous.

Yang Jinjuan stood in front of her, her eyes filled with annoyance and helplessness: "Alright, it's just the two of us in the house, why are you still putting on this act—"

Yang Jinjuan thought Tang Yisheng was acting out dizziness and nausea, but in reality, Tang Yisheng himself didn't know why he suddenly felt like vomiting.

Perhaps severing ties with family was not as easy as Tang Yisheng thought.

Perhaps he has tried to let it go.

But the roots in my bones are still firmly planted in my heart.

A sour feeling welled up in Tang Yisheng's throat, but he swallowed it back hard when he looked up and saw his mother's impatient expression.

"Mom, after Dad went abroad, did he still send child support back home?"

"Why are you asking this? Are you going to settle scores with your mother?"

"Now that I've turned eighteen, and legally an adult, if I were still in my hometown, would I have to separate from my parents and live independently?"

"snort."

Yang Jinjuan was furious and said sarcastically, "What? You think you can fly now that you've grown wings? You really don't know how hard it is to live a normal life, and you're still thinking about splitting up the family property..."

Tang Yisheng lay back on the bed, closed his eyes, and ignored his mother, Yang Jinjuan.

evening.

Around seven o'clock.

The last time to visit a sick person.

Hu Jinquan came to the ward carrying a net bag containing two palm-sized watermelons, local specialties, crisp-skinned, yellow-fleshed Renfeng watermelons.

Tang Yisheng silently watched Hu Jinquan enter the room, watched him place the watermelon at the foot of the bed, and watched him drag over a stool, sit down, and look into his eyes.

He remained silent throughout.

"Tang Yisheng, faking illness won't help. Now that such a big problem has arisen, if you don't take the initiative, even your parents, no matter how capable, can't solve it."

Tang Yisheng remained unmoved and looked at Hu Jinquan.

"If you keep being so stubborn, you might not be able to attend Experimental Middle School. You definitely won't be able to take the final exams tomorrow. Without final grades, are you planning to repeat a year, or get expelled?"

Tang Yisheng remained silent, but a faint smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

fling in teeth.

It means to ridicule or mock.

"I admit, I might have handled the rumors about you having a relationship rather poorly, but that was with final exams approaching, and I was anxious to resolve the issue and afraid it would affect your exams, right? Besides..."

"Teacher Hu, what was said through the loudspeaker yesterday, including the sound of me smashing the glass and vomiting blood, was all recorded."

"Audio recording? What did you use to record it?"

"A Walkman, here."

Tang Yisheng pulled out the gift Wang Min had given him from under his pillow: "It's a Sony, with a recording function. It's really expensive."

In a moment of desperation, Hu Jinquan snatched it away and clumsily tried to open the lid.

However, the buttons on the Walkman are not raised on the top row like those on ordinary machines; the clever design requires you to gently push the key from the side to open it.

Tang Yisheng noticed Hu Jinquan's clumsy operation.

Just like his current situation, he is passive and helpless.

"The tape is definitely not there, Mr. Hu, you don't need to bother searching for it."

Tang Yisheng moved slightly to the other side of Hu Jinquan's seat, trying to create some distance between them.

Although it doesn't have much effect, the psychological comfort and premonition are obvious.

"Teacher Hu, I want to make copies of 5000 audio tapes. Do you think if they were ten yuan each, and we sold them all in every school in our city, we could sell them all?"

"What do you mean?"

Hu Jinquan wanted to continue pretending.

"The head of the grade stood up for his nephew, bullying a student, beating him until he vomited blood and nearly fell from the second floor. He was eventually hospitalized due to the severity of his injuries. Teacher Hu, is this sensationalist story?"

"I think this is a fantastic deal. Would you consider partnering with me?"

"I advise you not to make a mess of things. You're still a student who hasn't even graduated. Without Director Song and your mother protecting you, what kind of future do you think you'll have? And you still have the attitude to speak to a teacher like this?"

Hu Jinquan could no longer keep up the act.

"Don't want to cooperate? Then you can leave. I'm being discharged from the hospital tomorrow, and I don't even know if the Education Bureau will have summer vacation."

Hu Jinquan stormed off, furious.

How could a naive high school student be as rebellious and stubborn as Tang Yisheng?

If Hu Jinquan had known Tang Yisheng was this kind of person, he might not have targeted him.

After all, when he kicked it, not only did he not kick it away, but he also twisted his own ankle and almost fell flat on his face.

As soon as Hu Jinquan left the hospital, he took out his phone and called Song Zhiming.

The two talked for more than ten minutes before letting out a long sigh and hanging up the phone.

In urgent situations, one must act expediently. First, I need to ensure I don't fall because of this, and then I can figure out how to get Song Zhiming to repay the favor.

He was originally waiting for Tang Yisheng's stepfather and biological mother to take the initiative to offer compensation and express their remorse.

Because anyone who takes the initiative to show weakness is the weaker party.

However, the situation was urgent, and especially since the carefree teenagers did not act with the foresight of adults.

What Hu Jinquan feared most was being an unlucky old master who would be beaten to death by random punches.

Despite his tough exterior, he was genuinely afraid of the audio tape Tang Yisheng had mentioned earlier.

It's a fear ingrained in my very bones.

Besides covering things up, another solution to problems within the system is to settle things peacefully.

Hu Jinquan was afraid that after serving as the grade director for more than ten years, he would be labeled as a "temporary worker".

When that time comes, even if the King of Heaven himself came, he wouldn't be able to get you ashore.

After leaving the hospital, Hu Jinquan took the initiative to call Song Zhiming, who bowed his head and admitted defeat.

I owe Song Zhiming a favor.

Song Zhiming said he would take action tomorrow morning and have an adult-level conversation with the child.

In Song Zhiming's cognitive system, given his identity and status, he must hold a very high and important place in Tang Yisheng's heart.

If you are approachable and have a heart-to-heart talk with your child, you can discuss the theories and importance of officialdom and personal connections.

He will likely take it to heart, and perhaps we won't even need a second, more intensive conversation; the crisis might be resolved by tomorrow.

Song Zhiming's idea was beautiful, but it was a bit out of touch with reality.

Perhaps it was because he was standing too high and his eyesight wasn't very good, which prevented him from clearly seeing the adult's complexion and demeanor reflected in the urine on the ground.

Who knows?