The intern taught a top-performing class, and the parents wanted to change the homeroom teacher.

Lu Qian continued, "Actually, I understand you two. From a certain perspective, you two are right."

Feng Zhiqiang's expression froze instantly.

Teacher, this isn't what we agreed on!

Feng Jianping and Wu Suning were even more puzzled.

They weren't educated, but they weren't stupid either. Lu Qian's words were probably meant to encourage Feng Zhiqiang to pursue a career in basketball.

But how can you say they are right?

"When I was in school, I also liked to play basketball, but I wasn't tall enough, so the coach sent me home on the spot."

"I still remember what the coach said: 'Just play basketball for fun, don't even think about playing professionally, you don't have the talent for it.'"

"Many people don't have this talent."

"If Zhiqiang didn't have this talent, I wouldn't have come here. I would definitely have advised him, just like you two, to focus on his studies and only play basketball as a hobby."

"If you don't have talent, and you're two heads shorter than everyone else on the field, you can't even touch the ball when they're holding it up. What's the point of playing then?"

"You two are right, aren't you?"

Feng Jianping and Wu Suning nodded slowly.

Then, Lu Qian changed the subject, "But Zhiqiang has this talent. He is already tall enough, and he can still grow taller. This is a precious gift that you two have passed down to him."

"Whether it's basketball IQ or not, the school coach and I are acquaintances, and he never praises anyone, but he always speaks highly of Daqiang."

"It's a real shame they didn't go pro."

Feng Jianping paused for a moment before speaking, "But Zhiqiang's grades have improved now. Wouldn't it be better to study hard than play basketball? Finding a stable job would be more worthwhile."

Lu Qian sighed inwardly; he had guessed that the other party would say something similar.

Can we blame the parents entirely?

Actually, no.

Firstly, most parents don't have such a long-term vision and don't participate in sports. They are instilled with the idea from a young age that they should study, because only by studying can they succeed.

Secondly, it is related to the jobs of both parents.

Feng Jianping's job is not stable, and driving a truck doesn't guarantee him money every day.

If you're unlucky, you might not get any work for half a month. If you don't get work, you won't earn any money, and you can't do anything else because you don't know when someone will come to pick up your goods. If you do something else at that time, you'll miss the opportunity.

Therefore, Feng Jianping was afraid that his son would have an unstable future like him, with no one to eat until the next meal.

Studying hard, finding a stable job, and having a stable life have almost become his obsession.

It's a little heartbreaking, and a little sad.

How could Feng Jianping not love his son?

But he always had to think about his son's future.

Just as Lu Qian was about to speak, Feng Zhiqiang suddenly stood up and blurted out, "Dad, why are you always like this? Teacher Lu said I'm very talented, why won't you let me try!"

"I didn't do well in school before, so you wouldn't let me play basketball. Now that I'm doing well in school, you still won't let me. Why is that?!"

Feng Jianping's expression darkened, and he raised his voice, "Is making you study harming you? You finally found a good teacher, why can't you study properly!"

"How come you don't know I haven't been studying! You can't see me at school!" Feng Zhiqiang's tone rose as well. "Haven't you seen my grades improve?"

Feng Jianping's face turned ashen. "Go back to your room. Don't embarrass yourself in front of Teacher Lu!"

"What would I go back for? To let you keep contradicting my dreams behind my back?" Feng Zhiqiang was also getting emotional.

Both father and son are stubborn and neither is willing to give in to the other.

Realizing something was wrong, Lu Qian quickly stood up and said sternly, "Daqiang! Don't yell at your dad. Go back inside first, I'll talk to him!"

Then, softening his tone, he said, "Go back to your bedroom and read. Have you finished your math problems? I'll check them in a bit."

Wu Suning knew, of course, that Teacher Lu's words were useless, so she planned to take her son inside and comfort him herself.

The next second, Feng Zhiqiang calmed down and turned to walk towards the bedroom.

The couple were both stunned.

No, my son is so obedient?

Is this still my son?

The two looked at each other in bewilderment.

Lu Qian then turned to comfort him, saying, "Zhiqiang is a straightforward kid, don't take it to heart."

The two were even more bewildered.

These comforting words sound reasonable, but something just doesn't feel right.

Shouldn't the parents tell the teacher?

This is an act of rebellion against the Heavenly Generals!

The three sat down again.

Lu Qian composed himself and said slowly, "Gentlemen, now that we've come this far, I won't beat around the bush anymore. I'm here today because I really want Zhiqiang to play basketball."

"I'm not trying to use my position as a teacher to pressure you two. I just want you to hear my thoughts and reconsider."

Often, parents aren't unwise, but rather face information gaps and industry knowledge barriers.

Feng Jianping and Wu Suning exchanged a glance and nodded slowly. The scene of Lu Qian making Feng Zhiqiang obediently go back to the house was enough to surprise them.

Does Teacher Lu hold such a high place in her son's heart?

For some reason, Feng Jianping felt a little guilty, wondering if he had been too harsh on his son.

"Gentlemen, we are all adults. Let's not talk about dreams, let's talk about reality." Lu Qian's voice was calm and clear, as if it had a magical power to calm the two parents down.

"You two want Zhiqiang to study hard, go to a good university, and find a good job. All you want is stability and security for your child's future, right?"

"Yes, yes."

"Let's do the math. We won't aim too high, that's unrealistic; nor will we aim too low. Our child will definitely achieve something in the future. After university graduation and taxes, that's about 10,000 yuan a month. That's a really good salary!"

The couple was shocked. Ten thousand! Their combined income was only a little over that.

"Yes." Lu Qian deliberately used a monthly income of over 10,000 yuan as the benchmark, so that the comparison would be more impactful.

"Looking for a job requires renting an apartment, -1500; monthly food expenses, let's say less, and I occasionally cook for myself, -1000; monthly fruit consumption, and occasionally snacks and drinks, -300. Other expenses like phone bills, clothes, and shoes are not included."

"Based on this calculation, you can save 86400 yuan a year."

"This doesn't even take into account that Zhiqiang will have a girlfriend in the future. When the young boy and girl treat each other to meals and exchange gifts, that will be another expense."

"Let's not even get into that. You can save up 800,000 in ten years. That's a lot! Not an exaggeration at all."

"But if Zhiqiang chooses the path of a professional basketball player, he could graduate and enter the CBA league, the top league in China."

Rookie players typically earn around $15 a year.

The starting lineup and substitutes earn an annual salary of 30 yuan, and they are the largest group.

Once you become a starter, and then a top-tier, star player, earning a million-dollar annual salary is a breeze, and even tens of millions is not a dream.

"But let's not look at the millions or tens of millions for now, they're too far off. Just look at rookie players, their annual salaries already exceed those of the average office worker."

"As for your concerns about instability, if you earn three years' worth of money in one year, why worry about instability?"

Feng Jianping was struck dumb, muttering in disbelief.

"Wow... you can make this much money playing basketball?"

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