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

"uh-huh."

Lu Qian raised an eyebrow. "Want to know my secret? Let's exchange. You tell me your story first, and then I'll tell you mine. I promise."

Fan Ziang began to feel conflicted. He wanted to know, but he didn't want to. He really wanted to know why this young man had a son who was in his final year of high school.

Forget it, I'll just say it. He doesn't know me anyway.

"you……"

"Just call me Brother Lu."

"Brother Lu, I only have six months left until the college entrance exam, but I'm under so much pressure. It feels like I'm being squeezed from all sides, and I can't breathe. My parents haven't put much pressure on me, but I still feel uneasy and worried. My grades are fluctuating, and what if I don't do well..."

Fan Ziang started talking non-stop, like a floodgate had been opened.

Lu Qian listened attentively. The child's expression was somewhat incoherent, but he understood it.

After Fan Ziang finished speaking, Lu Qian tore open the takeout and handed him a small bottle of cola that had been included with the delivery.

"Have a drink, to help you relax."

Fan Ziang gulped down most of the bottle and let out a long burp.

"I've heard everything. Let me share my thoughts, let's chat." Lu Qian leaned closer to him. "I think you're pretty awesome."

"what?"

Lu Qian: "You managed to stick with it for two and a half years out of three years of high school, that's really impressive."

"But not all students..."

"Everyone does it, that doesn't mean you're not good enough!" Lu Qian interrupted him directly, "Never mind others, haven't you persisted for two and a half years?"

"Yes……"

"Then you're awesome!"

"...Okay." Fan Ziang inexplicably accepted the idea. Am I awesome? Not bad.

Lu Qian: "Ultimately, your thinking is that if you don't do well on the exam, you're doomed."

Fan Ziang nodded. "Isn't that right?"

"Wrong, terribly wrong!" Lu Qian patted his shoulder, his tone somewhat fierce. "Damn it, let me tell you, being able to finish three years of high school peacefully and honestly, that's what's truly awesome, incredibly awesome!"

Tell me, are you that kind of person?

Fan Ziang nodded blankly, "Yes..."

"Awesome! You get up earlier than the corporate slaves and leave later than the corporate slaves. If you're not awesome, who is?" Lu Qian continued to spout off.

The constant use of "awesome" struck his heart like a hammer, and Fan Ziang's eyes gradually became less rigid.

Lu Qian glanced at him without showing any emotion. It had worked; it seemed they hadn't reached the end of their rope yet.

"After all that talk, it all boils down to you worrying about your grades. What if you fail the exam?"

"Let me tell you, sometimes you have to admit defeat. It's not shameful to admit defeat; it's shameful to stubbornly insist that you can do it."

"Accept your ordinariness. We are all ordinary people. Your overall exam score reflects your level. If you've consistently performed normally, then doing well is considered exceptional performance!"

"We don't need to perform exceptionally well; that's not scientific. Just play to your own level, and that's enough."

"You're just an ordinary person, not a genius. You don't need to chase after genius scores. You did exceptionally well on your test!"

"Sometimes when you do poorly on a test, you need to think, 'I'm an ordinary person. I should get the points that ordinary people deserve, not the points that geniuses need!'"

Fan Ziang kept his head down, muttering to himself.

"I'm just an ordinary person, not a genius."

"..."

Lu Qian knew what Fan Ziang's mentality was; his target threshold was too high.

Setting overly high goals that are unattainable, coupled with the pressure of senior year, it's no wonder people feel miserable.

He wasn't making things up. Most students who study normally get a score of 400 or 500, which is quite impressive. Getting above 600 requires talent.

Lu Qian put his arm around his shoulder and sat a little closer. "Let me tell you, the college entrance exam is important, that's true, but you still have seventy or eighty years to live. On the day of the college entrance exam, you won't even be in the top 1%. It can't define your entire life."

"Besides, you're quite outstanding."

They can't stop talking about being awesome, and they can't stop talking about being excellent.

If this kid doesn't get some encouragement, he might get even more anxious.

It did have an effect; Fan Ziang was no longer so muddle-headed.

However, the key solution does not lie with him; his parents, his homeroom teacher, and his surrounding environment are the key factors influencing him.

"Brother Lu, I'm feeling better." Fan Ziang smiled.

"real?"

"real."

Lu Qian nodded slightly, breathed a slight sigh of relief, and then asked, "What are your hobbies?"

"Hmm...it seems like nothing's wrong." Fan Ziang looked a little disappointed again.

"Impossible. Think back carefully, what did you like to do in your second year of high school, first year of high school, and third year of junior high school?" Lu Qian asked.

Fan Ziang fell into thought, and after a while, he tentatively asked, "Protecting cucumbers? I used to enjoy playing that game."

"Holy crap, you play this game too!" Lu Qian exclaimed in shock. "I used to play it too!"

He was going to pretend he had played the game, even if he hadn't, he would say he had. But it turned out he really had played it; he had played it when he was in school.

Do you have a cell phone?

"Yes, but there's no memory left."

"I'll download it. Wow, I haven't played in ages! There must be a lot of updates."

"I'm not too sure either, let's see."

Lu Qian took out his phone and quickly downloaded the game. "I can't remember my account, log in to yours."

Fan Ziang nodded vigorously, his eyes gradually brightening.

……

"Put this here; it can perform a spinning attack."

"This distance isn't enough, but the attack speed is pretty fast. Place it at the entrance."

"Oh, right, you're amazing! How come I didn't think of that?"

"You've passed, now for another level."

"Oh no, that's it! No way, my cucumber!"

"..."

Fan Ziang, who was initially silent, gradually became more talkative and began to give orders.

He'd been given a lot of new turrets, none of which he recognized, but that only fueled his excitement.

Seeing this, Lu Qian breathed a sigh of relief.

After playing for about ten minutes and completing the game, Lu Qian took the phone away. Fan Ziang didn't say anything, but his eyes were full of lingering enjoyment.

"Still holding back?"

Fan Ziang thought for a moment, "A little, but I think I can do it."

Lu Qian smiled and patted Fan Ziang's shoulder forcefully. "Very good! Very energetic!"

The force was a bit too much, and Fan Ziang grimaced in pain. He felt he would never forget that force.

"Give your parents a call; they must be worried." Lu Qian handed the phone back to him.

...

Ten minutes later, Fan Ziang's parents arrived, their eyes filled with urgency, but when they saw Lu Qian, their eyes were filled with vigilance.

"Zi'ang, what are you doing here?"

Lu Qian stepped forward instead, took out his phone and found his teacher qualification photo and employment certificate. "Hello, I am Lu Qian, the homeroom teacher of Class 25, Grade 11 at Yucai High School. This is my certificate."

In one sentence, Fan Ziang's parents' doubts were immediately dispelled.

Then Lu Qian recounted the story again. These parents were clearly not the same as Zhang Li's. The mother hugged her son and kept comforting him, saying things like she didn't realize she was wrong and that she was sorry.

The father held Lu Qian's hands tightly, expressing his gratitude repeatedly, his expression showing a hint of lingering fear.

Lu Qian then mentioned some family precautions, which high school seniors, especially those who are sensitive, really need to pay more attention to.

Even the smallest thing can trigger anxiety.

Fan Ziang was about to leave. Before he left, he turned around and said, "Brother Lu, you still haven't told me about the son who was in his final year of high school."

The parents were completely bewildered. What was that?

Lu Qian smiled slightly, beckoned Fan Ziang over, and then dialed Geng Zeqin's number.

"Feed?"

"Do you remember when you didn't do your senior year homework and asked my godfather to do it for you?"

Geng Zeqin, who was playing a game on the other end of the phone, was dumbfounded.

"Seriously, are you crazy?"

Lu Qian grinned, hung up the phone, and whispered, "Call me if anything comes up. I already told you."

Fan Ziang smiled and left with his parents.

It's like not allowing a child who wants to study to have the opportunity to study.

He couldn't simply ignore the bewildered students before him.

Since I have a cheat code, I'll help if I can.

Lu Qian's expression changed when he touched the takeout with the back of his hand.

"Oh no, the food's getting cold."

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P.S.: Yes, the book was maliciously reported and its recommendations have been temporarily suspended, but updates will continue as normal. I don't know if everyone will be able to see the latest chapter.

I've left out the details, thank you everyone.

Still, life is pleasant.