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

Saturday morning.

After washing up, Lu Qian stood in front of the mirror and tidied his hair.

"Good, very energetic."

After getting ready, he went downstairs to the breakfast shop.

"Boss, one steamer of thin-skinned xiaolongbao and two boiled eggs."

"Good morning, Teacher Lu. Please have a seat inside. I'll bring it over to you in a bit," the shop owner greeted him familiarly.

"Okay, thank you."

Lu Qian often eats at this breakfast shop, and the owner knows him.

Looking around inside, almost all the seats were occupied, except for one table at the very back against the wall.

"Good luck."

He picked up a plate and chopsticks on the way in, and while waiting for breakfast, Lu Qian opened a map app and found the nearest route to the ice rink.

Jiangcheng has professional ice skating rinks, but several large shopping malls also have ice rinks. It's more than enough to just practice your skills, and you can also take a stroll around the mall after you're done skating.

Once I've leveled up my skills, I'll ask Zhai Yumo if she wants to go ice skating.

After finding the route map, Lu Qian opened Bilibili and casually clicked on a car wash video on the homepage, watching it with great interest.

Washing cars, cleaning carpets, repairing horseshoes... he can always get hooked on watching these kinds of things.

As I was looking, I heard a voice beside me.

"Big brother, can I sit here and do my homework?"

Lu Qian was stunned for a moment, then turned his head and saw a little boy with a schoolbag standing next to him. He was the child of the breakfast shop owner.

"sure."

Lu Qian smiled, somewhat surprised to be called "big brother" instead of "uncle".

Not bad.

The boy looked to be around 10 years old, but he was 25. He would have no problem being called "uncle".

"Thank you, brother."

After politely thanking him, the boy put down his backpack, sat down, and began doing his homework.

"Teacher Lu, here are your steamed buns and eggs." The shop owner put down the steamed buns and handed over an extra dish of spicy cabbage, saying a little apologetically, "This dish of spicy cabbage is for you. My child is sharing a table with you to do homework, so I'm sorry to bother you."

"Oh, boss, you're too kind. Thank you."

After thanking him, Lu Qian poured some vinegar and chili oil into the dish, stirred it gently with his chopsticks, picked up a small steamed bun, dipped it in, and took a bite.

hmm~

The taste was absolutely authentic.

The shop owner was very friendly, and the breakfast was delicious, so Lu Qian marked this location.

The boy across from him, who was doing his homework, stopped writing and stared at him curiously.

"Brother, are you a teacher?"

"right."

"You're a teacher at such a young age?" the boy asked, somewhat surprised. "You're really amazing."

Lu Qian laughed and said, "I haven't been in this position for very long either."

"So, are you a high school teacher?"

"right."

"Is high school tiring? I've seen a lot of people say that high school is like hell." The boy's eyes widened slightly, whether out of curiosity or fear, it was hard to tell.

Hearing this, Lu Qian didn't know how to respond.

To say yes, it just doesn't feel quite right;

To be honest, well... anyone who's been to high school knows that only a small percentage of people can easily get through high school. That excludes those who give up on their studies.

"Are you in junior high school now?" Lu Qian asked in return.

The boy nodded. "I'm in the second year of junior high."

Lu Qian glanced at the homework spread out on the table and nodded slightly. He was doing his homework early on the weekend morning, which showed good self-discipline.

"High school is indeed more intense than junior high, but don't worry too much. If you master the study methods, the three years won't be too grueling."

The boy nodded, seemingly understanding, "Oh... I don't quite understand, but it sounds alright."

Lu Qian smiled and lowered his head to continue eating his breakfast.

As the number of customers in the shop gradually decreased, the shop owner also had some free time. He walked over and sat on a stool next to him, calling his child to another table to do his homework.

"I hope the child didn't bother you."

"No, this child is quite well-behaved," Lu Qian said.

"That's good..." After a pause, the shop owner said somewhat apologetically, "Mr. Lu, may I ask you something?"

Lu Qian had just finished eating. He wiped his mouth and said, "It's not really a consultation. Boss, just tell me what you need to say, and I'll try my best to answer it."

"Okay, okay." The shop owner nodded and continued, "This child will be in high school in a few years. His grades were okay in junior high, around 100th or 200th."

But I've heard many people say that many children's grades drop as soon as they enter high school. I'd like to ask if you have any good ways to prevent this in advance? Should I find a tutor beforehand?

Lu Qian paused for a moment, then said, "It's normal to have this concern, but there's no need to think that far ahead. I think the child is quite self-disciplined, and you probably don't need to worry too much about his studies."

The shop owner nodded repeatedly, "Yes, yes, that's great about the child. He basically doesn't cause us any worry about his studies."

Lu Qian nodded, "Then there's no problem. Don't worry too much about learning in advance. Just let the child learn on his own. He has his own pace, and parents should just cooperate."

The shop owner listened and nodded repeatedly.

Lu Qian thought for a moment and added, "When the child goes to high school, don't put too much pressure on them. This is very important."

"Okay, okay." The shop owner quickly made a note of it. "Thank you, Teacher Lu."

"It's alright, it's alright."

Lu Qian felt a little emotional. He was only in the second year of junior high school, and he was already worrying about high school. He was too impatient.

It's likely that they were influenced to some extent by online videos.

……

After a half-hour subway ride, Lu Qian arrived at MixC Shopping Mall.

It was the weekend, and there were quite a few people out having fun.

He strolled towards the skating rink and found the receptionist at the entrance.

"Hello, how do I rent equipment?" Lu Qian asked.

The receptionist smiled and said, "Tickets are 80 yuan per hour, which includes a helmet, knee pads, and ice skates. Gloves are 5 yuan a pair and will be charged separately."

If you're not wearing ice socks, we recommend buying a pair for ten yuan; they'll protect your ankles. If you're a beginner, you can rent a Dolphin or a Little Yellow Dog ice skating rig; they're safer and you'll get started faster.

Lu Qian glanced to the side and saw a row of gliding aids made of small dolphins and yellow dogs placed against the wall.

"I don't need the dolphin and dog socks, but I'll take a pair." After saying that, I scanned the code and paid.

"Okay, beginners can start by holding onto the walls at the edge of the rink and practicing on the outer edge as much as possible. Once you're more familiar with it, you can move to the inner edge. If needed, there are professional skating coaches next to the rink. (Payment required to unlock this feature~)"

"Thanks."

After changing into his new gear, Lu Qian felt his feet were much heavier, but it was also quite novel.

He had never actually ice skated before. He remembered seeing ice skating for the first time when he was a child watching "Yuri on Ice," and only later at the Olympics.

Upon arriving at the entrance of the ice rink, several coaches were introducing the ice skating program to parents with children.

After all, it's an Olympic sport, and with most families now having better financial conditions, more and more people are getting into figure skating.

However, for ordinary families, ice skating remains an expensive sport.

It's fine for casual entertainment, but if you're aiming to participate in a competition, it's not just spending money, it's burning money.

Jumping once a week is called 100,000 jumps; jumping twice a week is called a million jumps.

This is no joke.

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