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

Saturday morning.

Lu Qian stood in front of the mirror and straightened his clothes.

"Good, very energetic."

He immediately slung his bag over his shoulder and went downstairs to the breakfast shop.

"Boss, two beef buns and two boiled eggs."

"Good morning, Teacher Lu. Are you going out on Saturday too?"

"Yeah, let's go out for a walk."

Although it was Saturday, the breakfast shop was still quite crowded; there must be many working people working on Saturdays.

Lu Qian found a seat in the shop and sat down.

The shop owner's child had met Lu Qian many times and the two were quite familiar with each other. Upon seeing Lu Qian, the child greeted him as "Teacher Lu".

The child is in the second year of junior high school, but he doesn't seem to have any aversion to Lu Qian, who is a high school teacher. He feels that this teacher Lu is different from other teachers he has met.

Lu Qian would occasionally explain the questions he couldn't answer.

No subject restrictions.

Every time, it gives the child the illusion that "math teacher is so amazing."

"Teacher Lu, here are your steamed buns and eggs."

"Thanks."

As usual, Lu Qian adjusted the sauce in the dish, stirred it with his chopsticks, dipped the bun in, and took a bite out a third of it.

hmm~

Really fragrant!

"Ms. Lu, do you work on weekends too?" the boy asked curiously.

After Lu Qian swallowed the food in his mouth, he said, "I'm not working. Today I'm accompanying my students to perform magic tricks on the street."

"Magic!" The boy's eyes widened. "Teacher Lu, you can do magic!"

Lu Qian nodded slightly, picked up a pair of disposable chopsticks, and looked at the boy.

"look……"

Lu Qian stretched out his left hand and made a "blocking" gesture in front of his chest, while his right hand held chopsticks and moved them from his palm down.

The first two times, the chopsticks emerged normally from under my palm.

On the third attempt, the chopsticks moved downwards but did not reappear from under the palm; they miraculously disappeared.

"Why!"

"Holy crap?"

The boy was clearly startled, instinctively exclaimed in surprise, and then abruptly turned his head away.

The first sound came from him, and the second sound came from another diner behind him, who was also startled.

Lu Qian smiled slightly, rubbed his right hand together, and slowly pulled out the chopsticks.

"How did you do that?" the boy asked instinctively, then looked up slightly in surprise, feeling a sense of unease at having pried into someone else's secret.

"It's actually very simple."

Lu Qian turned to the side and repeated the action he had just performed.

As the chopsticks moved downwards, they were pressed against the chest and left palm, so they were naturally not visible from the boy's perspective.

The boy was even more surprised, feeling that it seemed too simple.

"It's very simple, isn't it? Just because you can't see it doesn't mean it's gone," Lu Qian said with a smile.

"Awesome," exclaimed the passerby across the street.

"Amazing, amazing," the boy murmured.

Regardless of its scale, the core meaning of magic is simple: to bring surprise to the audience in that one moment.

Whether or not one understands the underlying principles is no longer important.

"Teacher Lu, do your students also perform these magic tricks?" the boy asked.

"I taught him a lot of magic tricks, and he also taught himself a lot of magic tricks, so I don't know exactly what he will perform. I am also an audience member today, but he will not let me down," Lu Qian said earnestly.

The boy was stunned. So it was possible for a teacher to proudly introduce their students in public?

I suddenly feel a little envious of that senior I've never met; he must be an outstanding person!

"Teacher Lu, do I... do I have the opportunity to be your student?" the boy suddenly asked, sounding a little uneasy.

Lu Qian thought for a moment and then said, "In a sense, you have already been my student."

"Um?"

"You ask me questions, and I solve them; that's already a teacher-student relationship." Lu Qian paused, his tone encouraging. "If you want to sit in a classroom and listen to my lectures in the future, then you'll have to keep working hard!"

"I'm a teacher at Yu-Tsai High School; you need to get in!"

The boy nodded earnestly. "Teacher Lu, I will try my best!"

Lu Qian's smile widened.

Yucai High School is a top-tier high school; getting into such a school is a good choice.

The breakfast shop owners didn't dare interrupt Lu Qian and his son's conversation; they just listened intently.

This is a way of indirectly motivating her son to study!

Getting into a top high school, even if it's not in Mr. Lu's class, is still a good thing!

The healthy environment for growth alone is worth the effort!

"Teacher Lu, although I haven't become your student yet, I feel that it would be wonderful to be your student," the boy said confidently.

Lu Qian swallowed the food in his mouth again, smiled slightly, and said, "Actually, I'm happier being their teacher."

Being genuinely cared for, protected, and cherished by a group of children is a feeling that cannot be experienced in other professions. Lu Qian can feel this happiness every moment.

"Alright, I'm leaving. Studying is important, but you also need to take care of your health." Lu Qian wiped his mouth, picked up his backpack, and left the breakfast shop.

After the shop owner and his wife greeted Lu Qian, they exchanged a glance.

"Honey, how about we make a few big steamed buns to keep for later?"

"I think it's a good idea."

……

While Lu Qian was chatting with the child, Xie Tianming was also standing in front of the mirror, fixing his hair.

"Son, why are you dressing up? You're not going on a date." Xie's mother stood at the bathroom door, looking helpless.

"You still need to dress smartly and respect your first performance; it's a matter of attitude!" Xie Tianming explained.

He got up quite early, and after getting up, he washed his hair and face, and even used a hairdryer to style his hair to look more presentable.

However, after blowing on it for a while, it was found that there was no change.

"That's true..." Xie's mother nodded. "So, where are you and Teacher Lu going?"

"Go...it's a secret." Xie Tianming was almost tricked into revealing information.

Not getting the answer she wanted, Xie's mother looked disappointed. "Alright, the food is ready. You still have to eat breakfast. You can't go hungry."

"it is good."

After finishing his meal, Xie Tianming also decided to set off.

Even as she reached the door, she didn't forget to open her bag to check if she had everything she needed.

To ease his tension, he also wore several masks.

"Son, tell your dad secretly, I promise I won't tell your mom," Xie's father asked quietly at the door.

"I'll tell you when I get back tonight." Xie Tianming weighed his crossbody bag in his hand, then dashed out of the house, downstairs, out of the residential area, and into the subway station according to the navigation.

Lu Qian chose a bustling commercial street as the performance venue.

Couples on dates, families on outings, friends shopping... the variety of outfits is endless.

There are also universities nearby, so there's a large flow of young people.

This is also why Lu Qian chose this location for his street performance.

College students, especially when they go out in groups, are more cooperative and easier to fool.

However, there are all sorts of people; some are willing to cooperate, while others are sabotage.

These are all things Xie Tianming has to go through.

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