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Chapter 5: My son, this is the last ripple of your father's heart!

Li Lele followed behind her mother, walking on the sidewalk with her head down.

The sunlight was blinding.

She squinted, feeling a slight headache, but she didn't dare say anything.

Mom walked ahead, her steps quick.

She needs to walk quickly to keep up.

"Lele!"

A crisp sound came from ahead.

Li Lele raised her head.

A girl with a ponytail was waving at her.

Qian Jiaxin was the Chinese language representative in her former class and one of the few friends Li Lele could talk to.

Li Lele's face lit up instantly.

She was about to raise her hand to greet them when she suddenly froze.

Instinctively, she turned to look at her mother beside her.

My mother's expression was calm. She even gave a kind smile.

"Are these all your classmates?" Li Lele's mother asked.

"Yes, her name is Qian Jiaxin. She was my class's Chinese language representative in the past..." Li Lele answered cautiously.

Qian Jiaxin had already run over and greeted Li Lele's mother politely, "Hello, Auntie!"

"Hello." Li Lele's mother smiled and nodded, looking her up and down. "Are you going to school too? Perfect, let's go together."

Qian Jiaxin nodded and naturally walked to Li Lele's side.

Li Lele breathed a sigh of relief and managed a forced smile.

The three of them walked for a while.

Qian Jiaxin is a lively person, and she chattered on and on about the interesting things that happened in class the whole way.

Li Lele listened, occasionally responding, but never daring to say too much.

However, you can still see the smile in his eyes.

As they walked, Li Lele's mother suddenly spoke up.

"Jiaxin, how are your grades in class usually?"

Qian Jiaxin paused for a moment, then scratched her head somewhat embarrassedly: "My grades aren't very good... I only scored a little over 500 points."

The smile on Li Lele's mother's face instantly froze.

That enthusiastic attitude vanished as if someone had flipped a switch.

She said "Oh" and didn't say anything else.

The atmosphere suddenly became very awkward.

Qian Jiaxin sensed something, and her smile became somewhat forced.

Li Lele's heart clenched as she looked at her mother's expression.

She was so anxious she almost cried, and hurriedly tried to say something: "Mom, Jiaxin, she..."

"Let's go." Li Lele's mother interrupted her expressionlessly, quickening her pace.

She went to the nearby grocery store and bought a bottle of water.

"Are you thirsty? Drink some water."

She didn't look at Qian Jiaxin.

Qian Jiaxin lagged behind, blinking her eyes in a daze.

She didn't quite understand what she had said wrong.

Why did that aunt, who was so kind just a moment ago, suddenly change her expression?

She quickened her pace to catch up, but found that Li Lele's mother was always turned to the side with her back to her.

It was a silent rejection.

Qian Jiaxin understood.

She stopped and forced a smile: "Lele, I'll be going now. Goodbye, Auntie."

"Hey, Jiaxin..." Li Lele opened her mouth.

But Qian Jiaxin had already jogged away.

Li Lele stood there, watching her figure walk further and further away.

She desperately wanted to call out to her, to say "Let's go together," and to explain something.

But she couldn't bring herself to speak.

My mother is right beside me.

"Let's go." Li Lele's mother's voice was icy.

Li Lele followed silently, head down, tears welling up in her eyes.

She tried her best to hold back her tears.

Qian Jiaxin hadn't gone far.

Li Lele's mother suddenly spoke up: "Your grades have dropped recently, is it because of her?"

Li Lele suddenly raised her head: "No! No! I just felt a little unwell during the exam..."

"You are not allowed to make friends with classmates who don't do well in school."

My mother's voice was calm, as if she were saying something that was taken for granted.

Li Lele opened her mouth, wanting to say something, but found herself unable to speak.

She tried several times, but couldn't make a sound.

Her mother gave her a cold glance and said nothing more.

In the studio, Zhao Shuilan watched this scene and nodded in satisfaction: "This is what a responsible mother should do. She rigorously screens her child's social circle, eliminates negative influences, and focuses their energy on their studies."

Some viewers agreed with the comments, while others questioned it.

[It's understandable to filter one's social circle, but isn't it too hurtful to isolate a child's friends in front of her?]

What did that girl named Qian Jiaxin do wrong? A score of over 500 isn't bad!

The key point isn't the score of over 500, but rather how realistically Li Lele's mother's attitude changed...

[From a mother's perspective, if my child were in the top ten of her grade, I wouldn't want her to play with people who have poor grades either.]

[Does having bad grades mean we can't play together? What kind of ridiculous logic is that?]

The scene shifts to downstairs at Chen Chu's house.

"Dad, are you sure you can ride an electric scooter?" Chen Ziran looked at the somewhat dilapidated little electric scooter, his face full of distrust.

Chen Chu got on the electric bike and put the helmet on his head.

I thought about it.

He then picked it and tossed it to Chen Ziran.

"Don't treat your dad like he's mentally challenged, okay? Put on your helmet and watch your dad's driving skills."

"But you're not wearing a helmet..."

"Your father knows what he's doing."

Chen Ziran took the helmet, hesitated for a moment, and asked, "Should I drive it?"

"I'll get angry if you keep doing this."

With no other choice, Chen Ziran sat on the back seat and fastened his helmet.

"Hold on tight!" Chen Chu twisted the throttle, and the electric scooter shot off with a "whoosh".

They sped along at breakneck speed.

The street scene recedes rapidly.

"Dad, the light's red!"

"Huh? Really? Isn't it an ambient light?"

"Dad, you weren't wearing a helmet at all!"

"Yeah, it's not like we're fishing, why would we need a helmet?"

"Dad, there are traffic police checking vehicles up ahead!"

"What's there to be afraid of? It's just cosplay."

next second.

"Pull over! Stop!"

A traffic policeman stood in the middle of the road and gestured to them.

Chen Chu slammed on the brakes, and the electric scooter came to a wobbly stop.

The traffic policeman walked over, looked at Chen Ziran's helmet, then at Chen Chu's bald head, and chuckled.

"Do you know what you did wrong?"

Chen Chu was silent for a moment: "I don't know."

"You're not wearing a helmet."

Chen Chu looked left and right, his gaze sweeping around the surroundings, and suddenly noticed something.

He bent down, picked up a Snow King paper bag from the ground, and without saying a word, put it directly over his head.

"..." The traffic policeman was stunned.

"Look, I'm wearing it." Chen Chu's voice came from the paper bag, muffled.

The traffic police officer remained silent for three seconds.

"Are you an idiot, or do you think I'm an idiot?"

Chen Chu took off the paper bag and thought about it seriously: "I'm not stupid."

"That means they're treating me like a fool."

"That's not entirely true..."

"Enough with the nonsense, show me your ID."

The traffic policeman took out the ticket and quickly wrote a long message.

"Fifty."

Chen Chu accepted the ticket and sighed.

Just as he took out his phone to pay, a voice came from the side.

"Hey! Chen Ziran? It really is you!"

Chen Ziran turned his head and saw a familiar face.

Qian Jiaxin was standing a few steps away, carrying her schoolbag, looking at the two of them with curiosity.

"What...are you doing?"

Chen Ziran's face turned red instantly.

He glanced at Qian Jiaxin, then at his father with the Snow King paper bag over his head, and then at the traffic police officer next to him who was issuing a ticket.

For the first time, he felt ashamed to have such a father.

"And who is this?" Chen Chu didn't seem to care at all. He stuffed the paper bag into his pocket and looked at Qian Jiaxin with a smile.

"Hello, Uncle, I'm Qian Jiaxin, Chen Ziran's classmate."

"Oh!" Chen Chu looked her up and down, then nodded. "My dear student, you're quite a pretty girl!"

Qian Jiaxin said somewhat shyly, "Thank you, Uncle..."

Chen Chu looked at his electric scooter, then at Qian Jiaxin, and then at Chen Ziran.

He pondered for a moment.

"Son," he patted Chen Ziran on the shoulder, "your old man can't see you off."

"?"

"This is Dad's last ripple; live on with my will."

Chen Ziran looked at him expressionlessly: "Dad, what are you talking about...?"

The next second, Chen Chu took out a hundred-yuan bill from his pocket and gave it to the traffic policeman to exchange for a fifty-yuan ticket.

Then he stuffed the remaining fifty yuan into Chen Ziran's hand.

"Take this and buy some milk tea!"

Chen Ziran was stunned: "Dad..."

"Remember to buy one for your classmates, so people won't say we're stingy." Chen Chu waved, then got on his electric scooter, twisted the throttle, and sped off with a "whoosh."

The speed and fluidity of his movements clearly indicated he was a seasoned runner.

Chen Ziran stood there, clutching the crumpled fifty-yuan note in his hand, his face filled with a complex expression.

Qian Jiaxin covered her mouth and chuckled to herself.

"Your dad is a good person."

Chen Ziran said expressionlessly, "Stop talking."

"Really!" Qian Jiaxin smiled and followed him. "Then... shall we buy a milk tea? It's on you!"

Chen Ziran sighed, "Let's go, let's go."

The two walked side by side toward the school.

Qian Jiaxin took two steps, then couldn't help but look back at the direction Chen Chu had disappeared in.

"But seriously," she said with a smile, "your father is really great."

"..."

"I'll bring you a helmet, but I won't bring one for myself."

"...Please stop talking."

In the studio, viewers who saw this scene went wild with laughter in the live chat.

[Hahahaha, this dad is hilarious! What the heck is that Snow King paper bag?!]

[I'll cry if you put a helmet on me but not on yourself!]

[This dad is really something – he got his son to buy milk tea for a female classmate for fifty yuan.]

What is emotional intelligence? This is emotional intelligence!

The main point is that the father doesn't care what friends his son makes at all! He'll give him money for milk tea without even asking a question!

[When I was in high school, I would get yelled at for even saying a single word to someone of the opposite sex.]

I want a dad like that too!

I also want to call him "Dad," can you give me fifty yuan?

Am I the only one who noticed the stark contrast between Chen Chu's parenting style and Li Lele's mother's?

One parent is afraid their child will make bad friends, while the other is afraid their child will have no friends at all.

What a difference!

Zhao Shuilan looked at the comments on the screen, her expression not looking too good.

"Wild beasts always roam alone, while cattle and sheep flock together," she said coldly. "A good environment is needed to raise good children. Qian Jiaxin, who scored over 500 points, is indeed not a good friend to Li Lele, who scored over 700 points. The two are not on the same level."

The comments section couldn't hold back anymore.

What kind of theory is this?

So, if you get good grades, you can't have friends?

[If people with scores over 700 are discriminated against, can healthy people discriminate against disabled people? Can young people discriminate against the elderly? Can city dwellers discriminate against rural people?]

[Expert Zhao's logic is terrifying.]

"What? My ancestor was Qin Shi Huang, so can you discriminate against people with the surname Zhao?!"

Zhao Shuilan completely ignored the intense reactions from netizens.

"Playing with people who don't do well in school will ruin your life. A student who doesn't study is essentially wasting social resources; they're not a good person, they're trash, the dregs of society."

She paused, then turned to Zhou Zhenyang beside her: "What do you think?"

Zhou Zhenyang was silent for a moment, then pushed up his glasses.

"The environment does have a significant impact on people. However, judging a person solely by their academic performance is too one-sided."

His tone was calm, as if he were stating a fact.

"Higher education may make it easier for people to be of high quality, but it doesn't mean that all highly educated people are of high quality, nor does it mean that those with lower education are necessarily of low quality. At least in my experience, there are quite a few highly educated PhDs among the people I know who like to swear. We are all just ordinary people."

He paused, then added, "Even I can't help but want to curse when I see an idiot."

The comments section was filled with laughter.

[Dr. Zhou: Professor Zhao, I've put up with you for too long.]

[Dr. Zhou: I really do want to scold you, I'm just too embarrassed to say it.]

[This person is truly insightful!]

Is Dr. Zhou indirectly criticizing Zhao Shuilan?

Well done!

……

at the same time.

Chen Chu had just parked his electric scooter when a clear notification sound rang in his head.

[System notification: 30000 netizens agree with your educational methods. Reward: 60000 system points.]

Chen Chu was stunned for a moment.