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The next morning, Chen Chu took Chen Ziran to school.

There were three people standing at the school gate: the principal, the dean of studies, and Wang Mei.

The principal, a middle-aged man in his fifties, immediately greeted Chen Chu and his son with a smile as they approached: "Mr. Chen, you've arrived. We've already made arrangements regarding Chen Ziran's class transfer."

Chen Chu glanced at him: "What shift change?"

The head of academic affairs rubbed his hands together with a smile: "It's like this, considering Chen Ziran's significant improvement in this month's exam, the school has decided to transfer him to the top class to receive better teaching resources. This is for the good of the child, after all."

Chen Chu understood. It wasn't that the school was being merciful; it was because the "Effective Parenting" program had been trending online these past few days, and Wang Mei's little scandal had become a hot topic. The principal, fearing the situation would escalate, quickly put Chen Ziran into the top class to quell the trouble.

With Chen Ziran's total score of 530, he is still a long way from the threshold of the elite class.

The principal is trying to shut him up.

He paused for a moment, then said, "Okay, I have no objection."

Wang Mei stood to the side, her face turning even uglier.

Her lips moved, but she finally couldn't hold back and said sarcastically, "Don't let yourself be sent back after just two days in the top class. I won't accept you then."

Chen Chu stopped in his tracks.

He turned around and looked at Wang Mei, the smile on his lips still there, but his eyes had turned cold.

He glanced at his son, who was standing beside him with his head down, and then at the woman in front of him, a woman in her forties with a mean expression on her face. Suddenly, he was no longer in a hurry to leave.

He was originally planning to cause trouble today; he still remembered the week his son had been isolated.

But seeing this scene, he changed his mind.

Instead of arguing with her here, let her offer her face herself.

"Teacher Wang," he began slowly, "you're so certain my son cheated, how about we make a bet?"

Wang Mei sneered, "What are we betting on?"

"I'm betting on whether my son can stay in the top class."

"Heh," Wang Mei's smile was tinged with contempt, "If your son hadn't cheated, I, Wang Mei, would have resigned on my own initiative."

Chen Chu shook his head: "No need to resign. Just apologize to my son in front of the entire school."

Wang Mei's expression froze for a moment.

She glanced at the principal, who pretended to be looking at the school building in the distance.

She glanced at Chen Ziran again; the boy stood quietly behind Chen Chu with his eyes downcast.

She gritted her teeth: "Fine. If your son can stay in the top class, I, Wang Mei, will apologize to you at the school assembly."

Chen Chu nodded, said nothing more, and patted Chen Ziran on the shoulder: "Let's go, go report to the new class."

The father and son walked side by side down the corridor.

Chen Ziran kept his head down, and when he reached the corner, he suddenly stopped.

"Dad... do you really trust me that much?"

Chen Chu also stopped and turned to look at him.

"What if... what if I really cheated?" Chen Ziran said, head down. "I've improved so much this time, it feels like a dream."

Chen Chu looked at him and asked seriously, "Are you?"

"no!"

"That's right." Chen Chu reached out and patted him on the head. "You're my son. If I don't believe you, who will?"

Chen Ziran stood there, the corridor empty, the morning light falling on his face, and his eyes instantly reddened.

He lowered his head, remained silent for a moment, and then spoke again, his voice tinged with embarrassment: "Dad... I'm sorry."

"Um?"

"I used to deliberately do poorly on tests."

Chen Chu was stunned.

Why?

He had barely asked the question when he suddenly realized that the guy was expressing his dissatisfaction with the divorce in that way during that period.

If you won't let me have an easy time, I won't let you have an easy time either.

The unspoken grievances of children are all hidden in the failing test papers.

Chen Chu opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but found that he couldn't utter a word.

He was silent for a while, then reached out and put his hand on Chen Ziran's shoulder: "Son, I'm sorry. It's my fault for not taking good care of your feelings."

Chen Ziran shook his head vigorously: "Dad, I was wrong too! I won't do it again! I will definitely stay in the top class!"

The classroom for the top students is at the end of the corridor.

Chen Chu pushed open the back door. The homeroom teacher, a young female teacher wearing glasses, nodded to them as they entered.

Chen Ziran found a seat by the window and sat down. Just as he put down his backpack, a head popped up next to him.

"Chen Ziran? You're in this class too?"

Qian Jiaxin smiled and waved at him: "What a coincidence! I'm in the same class. You can ask me if you don't understand anything."

Chen Ziran paused for a moment, then a smile appeared on his lips: "Mm."

With her there, integrating into the new class went much more smoothly than Chen Chu had imagined.

The group quickly became friends.

Since Chen Ziran did not cheat, Brother B went up to test Chen Ziran and found that although his actual level was not high, it was definitely not in the single digits, and the claim of cheating was even more absurd.

So, one by one, they started cricket-catching Wang Mei...

Chen Chu stood at the back door for a while and confirmed that the kid had started chatting with the other boys. Although they talked mostly about games, at least he wasn't being isolated.

He felt relieved and turned to walk out of the school gate.

The phone rang.

"Chen Chu, are you out of your mind?" The voice on the other end of the phone was icy. "Going against a teacher? Do you know what people are saying about you online right now? And your son, you've corrupted him too, he's learned to cheat!"

Chu Qiuyue's voice was even colder than during their last phone call.

Chen Chu held the phone a little further away, waiting for the volume to subside before bringing it back to his ear: "Heh, you also think your son cheated?"

"It's not a matter of whether I think it or not," Chu Qiuyue's voice was lowered, but the coldness was not diminished at all. "A person who scores single digits suddenly scores more than 500 points. No one would believe it."

"That means there's nothing left to talk about." Chen Chu prepared to hang up the phone.

"Chen Chu, wait a moment." Chu Qiuyue's voice turned cold. "Our daughter's illness requires excellent treatment. I've already hired the best lawyer; you can't win against me. Give me custody, and I can compensate you."

Chen Chu put the phone back to his ear: "What makes you think you can raise a child well? Have you ever raised a child well? Have you ever cared about the child's feelings? Don't give me this nonsense, I'm not giving you custody."

There was a moment of silence on the other end of the phone.

"How about we make a bet?"

"What do you mean?"

"Since you say Ziran didn't cheat, then if he doesn't score 550 on next month's monthly exam, I will have custody of both our son and daughter."

Chen Chu tightened his grip on his phone: "Why?"

"What? You don't believe your son?" Chu Qiuyue sneered.

"I won't gamble with my son."

"I'm not discussing this with you," Chu Qiuyue's voice regained its firmness. "I'm just informing you. Your disagreement is useless; my lawyer will contact you in a month."

The phone hangs up.

Chen Chu stood at the school gate, holding his phone, listening to the busy tone coming from the receiver.

He stood there for a while, then slowly put his phone back in his pocket, muttering, "That damn woman, she's getting more and more arrogant."

Back home, he changed into slippers, sat on the sofa, leaned back, and stared blankly at the ceiling.

A soft, small body suddenly pounced on his lap.

"Daddy! Daddy!"

Chen Xiayu tilted her little face up, her two little hands supporting herself on his knees, trying hard to climb into his arms.

Chen Chu reached out and picked her up.

"Daddy, don't be sad!" The little one reached out and clumsily touched his face. "Daddy's going to cook for you!"

Chen Chu was taken aback: "My little girl is going to cook for me?"

"Mmm!" Chen Xiayu nodded vigorously, slid off his lap, and ran to the kitchen.

Chen Chu was a little worried and was about to go over to check when he saw the little guy carrying a bowl and carefully walking out.

She held the bowl tightly with both of her little hands, her eyes fixed on the contents, afraid of spilling it.

She placed the bowl on the coffee table, tilted her head back, and said, "Daddy, eat!"

It was a bowl of brown sugar and eggs.

The soup was reddish-brown, with two eggs lying at the bottom of the bowl. The egg whites were fully cooked, while the yolks were not fully cooked and had a slightly runny yolk.

A few red dates and goji berries floated on the soup noodles, and wisps of steam rose up.

Chen Chu looked at the bowl of brown sugar and eggs, opened his mouth, and for a moment didn't know what to say.

He picked it up and took a sip. It was sweet and warm, warming him from his throat all the way to his stomach.

Chen Xiaoyu leaned over the edge of the coffee table, looking up at him with bright, sparkling eyes: "Is it delicious?"

Chen Chu looked down at the two neatly laid-up eggs in the bowl, then looked at the little one in front of her. She couldn't reach the stove and had to stand on a stool to turn on the gas stove.

He didn't know that she stood on a stool to crack the eggs into the boiling water one by one, nor did he know whether she had burned her fingers from the splashing hot water.