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

Duang——

Lu Qian gently placed a wooden owl carving on the table and put down his carving tools.

Hedwig's carving is complete!

Lu Qian cracked his neck, making a snapping sound, and his gaze fell on the Nyanko-sensei and Hedwig wood carvings on the table.

After waking up naturally, he got up to carve study buddies as rewards for his students. He carved from morning till night and had only just finished two.

"Hey~ Shaving wood is quite stress-relieving." Lu Qian used a small broom to sweep the wood shavings off the table onto the floor, then cleaned them up and put them in the trash can. Finally, his gaze fell on another piece of wood.

That was the prototype for his own wood carving.

Huh, how did you know there was a statue inside the wood?

"Li Junna, just wait a bit, I have a lot of details to share, so look forward to another one."

He had a pretty good idea of ​​what kind of chibi version of himself he wanted to sculpt; he'd sketch it out briefly that evening and continue tomorrow.

Lu Qian shakily stretched his body, washed his hands, and sat down on the sofa. He first searched through various food delivery group chats for today's food delivery coupons.

"Wow, a sixteen-yuan takeout coupon! That's a steal!"

After looking at all the takeout options, I finally ordered a bibimbap.

...

About half an hour later, the phone rang.

The call connected, and the delivery driver's anxious voice came through.

"Hello, where is this location? I can't find the entrance."

"Wait a minute, let me check your location." Lu Qian turned on the speakerphone and looked at the map. "You've gone the wrong way. You should go back..."

A few minutes later, the deliveryman still hadn't found the location, and his voice grew increasingly anxious.

Lu Qian roughly knew the location and said, "Wait for me, I'll go down and get it."

If we continue communicating, the other party won't be able to find the location, and both of our time will be wasted.

I just took out the trash and went downstairs to stretch my legs.

After changing into casual pants, Lu Qian went out wearing slippers.

Just outside the community gate, around the corner, I found the delivery guy.

"Brother, over here!" Lu Qian waved.

Upon hearing the noise, the delivery driver rushed over, bowed deeply, and repeatedly apologized, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, this is my first time delivering here, I really didn't find it, I'm sorry, could you please not give me a bad review? You smoke."

As he spoke, a cigarette was already being offered to him, his face filled with pleading.

Lu Qian paused for a moment, then casually took the takeout and refused the cigarette. "It's okay, it's okay, I won't give you a bad review. Go deliver the next one."

She turned and left, leaving behind the deliveryman's fading apologies.

Lu Qian was humming a song as he headed home when suddenly a sharp screech of brakes rang out on the road, followed by an angry curse.

"Are you out of your mind? Are you blind? Don't you look for cars when you cross the street?"

"Do you own the road? Don't donate your eyes!"

Then came a barrage of foul curses, drawing the attention of passersby.

On the street, a boy with a backpack seemed to be frozen in shock, while a white car stopped just a centimeter or two away, with its foot on the zebra crossing.

After hurling a few curses, the car owner left.

Lu Qian frowned. "Are you kidding me? You're not slowing down at all at the zebra crossing."

That boy, a student?

You can't tell which school they're from just by looking at their school uniforms.

After the white car left, the street returned to its previous state, with pedestrians walking and chatting.

That student, on the other hand, seemed dazed and confused; something seemed off.

Lu Qian thought about it for a while, but still couldn't rest easy, so he decided to follow them and ask about the situation. He decided to let the hot bibimbap cool down slowly before eating it.

……

Fan Ziang walked along the road with his head down, looking completely dazed.

He was a senior high school student who had just finished evening self-study.

His grades are above average, but not very stable. Sometimes he can rank among the top students in the class, and sometimes he can rank among the bottom students.

Every time the grades came out, his homeroom teacher would sigh and talk to him about some recent learning problems.

When he got home, his parents would ask him about the exam. He was overjoyed if he did well, and his parents wouldn't scold him if he didn't do well, but their gloomy expressions still stung him.

"Work hard, or what will you do in the future!"

"It's okay, it's okay. If you don't do well this time, you can try again next time. But the college entrance exam is coming soon, and there aren't many more exams left. Just focus."

"You shouldn't have made this mistake. It's a sure point. There are only a little over a hundred days left, so give it your all."

"..."

Expectations, hopes, responsibilities...

These words echoed in his ears day after day.

The pressure was immense, overwhelming, like a mountain pressing down on him as he was submerged in the deep sea, unable to straighten up or catch his breath.

What they said makes so much sense; they are right.

But I'm so tired.

How much longer do we have to hold on?

Fan Ziang wandered aimlessly until a gentle voice sounded beside him.

"Hey handsome, how about some swimming for fitness?"

Fan Ziang was startled and turned his head to see a man with a slight smile on his face.

"No, no, thank you."

Lu Qian was also startled. When the child looked up, his face was full of numbness, and there was no trace of the liveliness of a teenager in his eyes.

Something's not right here.

Lu Qian walked alongside him and suddenly spoke, "You must be tired, kid."

Fan Ziang's body stiffened abruptly, staring blankly at Lu Qian. "What?"

Lu Qian swept his bangs back, and with his hair no longer obscuring his eyes, the light from the streetlights shone in them, adding a touch of color.

"Senior year of high school must be exhausting."

"I...I didn't say I was a senior in high school."

"But I just know."

Fan Ziang fell silent, unsure of what to say, his throat feeling as if it were blocked.

Lu Qian saw all this and sighed inwardly.

"If you're tired, take a break."

"I can't rest, or I'll regress. I wasn't good at studying to begin with."

"How did you score on the last exam?"

"473 points."

"Isn't this quite tall?"

"But my performance is inconsistent, fluctuating wildly."

Fan Ziang didn't know why he was talking to this stranger, but the other man's attitude was really gentle, which made him want to pour out his troubles.

Lu Qian nodded slightly, and after a few words, he roughly understood what was going on.

High school seniors only have a few things to deal with, but it's precisely these few things that can cause serious problems.

"Want to sit for a while?" Lu Qian gestured with his chin toward a bench by the roadside. Seeing that the other person didn't react, he simply pulled him over. "There are security cameras up there, so don't worry about me being a bad guy."

After sitting down, Lu Qian took off his backpack and put it aside.

"Alright, kind-hearted brother, I can listen to your troubles. I used to have a son about your age who was in his final year of high school, so I know your situation to some extent." A figure flashed through Lu Qian's mind, and he smiled knowingly.

Fan Ziang was stunned and turned to look at Lu Qian.

This was the first time in the past few minutes that he had shown a shocked expression.

"You have a son who is in his final year of high school?"

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