How to raise a father who is overly controlling of his daughter

Rena lay on the table and let out a deep breath: "Finally, the exam is over. We have a dictation test next period. When can we get out of school?"

With a sigh, he took out his Chinese textbook and a 400-square-grid composition paper from his schoolbag and placed them on the table to prepare for the dictation in the next Chinese class.

Reina's deskmate happened to see the dictation on the 400-square worksheet.

That was yesterday's homework. Itsuki helped Rena with her dictation. The page was covered with red pen circles and marks, and the back was a neat copy of the wrong words.

Rena's deskmate looked at her with some surprise: "Why did you copy so much this time?" She knew that Rena had copied the words herself for the previous dictation tests, deliberately making a few mistakes on easy words so that she would have to copy them again as punishment.

"Why did you deliberately make so many mistakes? You'll be exhausted from copying so much." Her deskmate flipped through Rena's dictation, and Rena let her do as she pleased.

Rena and her deskmate are very close friends.

Rena lay on the table, fuming, and said, "My dad did the dictation for me. I was just thinking of doing it occasionally, but after doing it once, my hand is so tired it feels like it's going to fall off."

Despite complaining, he didn't say anything like, "I'll never ask my dad to do my dictation again."

"Oh, come on, take it easy." My deskmate squinted and smiled, "Just think of it as studying. It's not good to do this kind of thing anyway."

"I didn't say anything."

Rena pouted, straightened up, and smiled at her deskmate, "Kyoko, look at me, is there anything different about me today?" She proudly tossed her twin tails. She had an exam first thing this morning and hadn't had a chance to show off her hair to her classmates.

My deskmate's name is Lin Xin, and Reina calls her Kyoko. Kyoko is a nickname that comes from our Chinese teacher.

The Chinese teacher had a slightly strange accent; when she first called roll, she called Lin Xin "Lin Xing" instead of Lin Xin. So Rena gave her the nickname "Apricot."

"Yes, your hair is beautiful," Anzu said with a smile.

"And then?" Rena looked at Kyoko eagerly, hoping to receive her praise.

"Hmm, very cute," Kyoko thought for a moment.

"And then what?" Rena's eyes widened, without blinking.

"Um……"

Xingzi frowned and pondered, trying to find adjectives in her limited vocabulary.

Kyoko was thinking that Rena was staring at her, hoping to get praise from her.

"That's all." After struggling for a while, Xingzi finally managed to utter this sentence.

"That's all?" Rena looked at Kyoko.

“That’s all.” Kyoko nodded.

"Ugh!" Rena slumped onto the table and whispered, "You really beat me."

Kyoko scratched her head, looking at the listless Rena, "I really don't understand Rena-san."

At that moment, the Chinese teacher came in through the door.

The Chinese teacher was an elderly woman in her fifties or sixties. She was said to have retired from high school to teach middle school.

She's strict and rarely smiles. I've heard that she might retire after a few more years of teaching. I really don't understand why she's still so dedicated when she's about to retire. She looks like she has a hormonal imbalance and always has a sour face.

The Chinese teacher glanced around the room, tapped the desk with a ruler, and quieted the noisy class.

"Let's begin the dictation."

A single sentence from the Chinese teacher caused a great deal of resentment among the entire class.

"What the heck? We just finished class, the eye exercises aren't even over yet, and now we have to do a dictation test." The students in the class whispered and complained.

The Chinese teacher ignored their protests and said to herself, "Those of you who need to go to the toilet, go now. You have five minutes. If you don't come back in five minutes, we'll start the dictation immediately. We won't wait for you to come back."

Hearing the teacher say that, several boys and girls hurriedly got up and ran to the toilet. They had two exams back-to-back and were holding their pee.

Rena muttered unhappily, "That jerk. She doesn't even give us a break!" She looked to the side, hoping to get Kyoko's support. But she found the seat next to her empty. Looking ahead, she saw Kyoko already walking towards the door, waving at Rena with slightly narrowed eyes.

"Um, you..." Rena pursed her lips, reluctantly got up, and went to the toilet with Kyoko. After all, she had taken two exams in the morning, and she also needed to urinate.

After returning to the classroom from the restroom, the teacher glanced at her watch and said, "Let's begin the dictation."

First, have the students hand in their Chinese textbooks, then have them stand their schoolbags upright on the desks. This is to prevent anyone from cheating.

"I really don't understand, does dictation have to be this strict? It's not like it's an exam," Rena complained softly, extremely unhappy.

"Mmm." Kyoko responded to Rena, standing her schoolbag upright in the center.

From back to front, all the textbooks were handed in and placed on the podium, like stacks of small mountains.

After all the students took out their 400-square-grid composition paper, the Chinese teacher began to read the first word: "蹑手蹑脚" (tiptoeing).

Before some students could say, "Wait, I haven't gotten my pen yet," or "I haven't gotten my 400 squares yet," I continued reading.

During the reading, some students asked, "What is the previous word?" or "Teacher, slow down, this word is not written yet."

The teacher ignored them, read it twice, and then moved on to the next word.

Reina did a dictation test and found that she could write very quickly and fluently. Yesterday, Izuki did a dictation test and made herself copy the wrong words several times as punishment. She still remembers them vividly; they are all words that she easily makes mistakes on or that are difficult for her.

She found it extremely easy; the teacher had only read it once before she finished writing, and she even had time to look at her classmates around her who were writing furiously.

"Hmm, how do you write the 'steal' in 'whisper'?" Kyoko froze for a moment, unable to recall. It was so simple, why couldn't she write it? She kept muttering to herself, her fingers tracing the characters, trying to remember how to write the character.

"The top part is the '宀' radical, and the bottom part is the '切' radical for 'to cut fruit'," Rena told Kyoko directly.

Kyoko gave an "oh" and glanced at Rena's dictation. Unlike herself, who couldn't keep up with the teacher's dictation, Rena had written all the blanks, quickly and neatly.

"Rena writes so fast!" Kyoko exclaimed.

"Hmph." Rena smiled smugly, extremely happy.

"No, it's just that the teacher made the dictation too easy this time." Rena raised her little head, looking adorably smug, as if she wanted to wag her little tail to the sky.

Chapter Sixteen: Endorsement (Thank you to the readers for their food and support!)

After the teacher finished reading the last word, he told the students to stop writing and ordered the language group leaders of each group to stand up and listen to the dictation.

"Wait, there are still a few words I haven't written."

One student said that they ignored the group leader and wrote furiously.

Some students, who were on good terms with the group leader, whispered to the group leader how to spell this word.

Some were even bolder, directly asking the group leader to give them a dictation sheet to copy.

"Hurry up and hand it in!" the Chinese teacher said impatiently. "If you don't hand it in now, I'll collect it myself!"

The group leader had no choice but to force the students to hand in their dictation.

All dictation questions were handed in and placed on the teacher's podium.

The students who hadn't finished writing complained in a low voice, "The teacher is reading way too fast! I'm going to die if I don't finish!"

The teacher picked up the dictation sheet on the table, glanced at it casually, looked at the first few pages, and slowly frowned. Hearing the students' complaints, she angrily scolded, "Did you even study at home?!"

"Am I reading too fast or what? Should I only read it once? Or should I read it twice very quickly without giving it any time?"

"I've given you all some time to think. If you've done your homework diligently and reviewed carefully, you'll immediately remember whichever word I read and be able to write it down right away!"

"Look at what you've written!"

The teacher, holding a dictation test, slammed his hand on the desk in anger. The writing was crooked and full of misspelled words and blanks, as if the teacher was ignoring his words.

Rena initially dismissed the Chinese teacher's words, feeling that she was targeting the students.

But ever since I diligently completed my dictation assignment last night, just as my Chinese teacher said, as soon as the teacher read the words, I immediately remembered them and wrote them down quickly.

"If you misspell a word in today's dictation, copy it ten times. Hand it in tomorrow!" the teacher said angrily.

The students below the stage complained bitterly. They had left many words blank and made many mistakes. The teacher read out more four-character idioms and words with many strokes that were difficult to write. Copying them ten times wasn't going to kill them.

"I'm going to the office to grade dictation papers. I haven't finished grading yesterday's test papers yet," the teacher said, then called to the class monitor sitting in front of her: "Class monitor, come up to the podium and write down the names of anyone who speaks later."

"understood."

The class monitor is a chubby girl named Chen Yisi. She looks cute with her plump cheeks, is very popular in class, has good grades, and is well-liked by the teachers.

"You all better behave and stop making noise. Review the classical poems from after class and the material you need to memorize earlier. I'll be coming over to check later."

The teacher walked to the door, narrowed her eyes, glanced around the classroom, and warned, "If you make too much noise and disturb other classes, you'll have to deal with it yourselves!" Then she went to the office.

Chen Yisi sat down at the teacher's desk. She was familiar with the students and said directly, "Take out your Chinese textbooks. Those who aren't reciting shouldn't disturb the other students. Be quiet. Don't make any noise while fidgeting."

The idea is for the students to pretend, to do things secretly and quietly, and not to make noise or disturb other classes or students who are studying seriously.

After Chen Yisi finished speaking, she picked up her Chinese textbook and began to recite the text herself.

Reina's deskmate, Kyoko, sighed softly, "Oh no, I made so many mistakes." She checked her textbook and found that she had misspelled several words and hadn't had time to write many more.

"It's okay, I'll copy some for you," Rena said with a smile. She didn't leave out a single word, writing it all in one go. She was very confident, feeling that she wouldn't make too many mistakes.

"No need," Kyoko smiled. "Rena is different from usual today. Usually when we do dictation, you take forever to think of each word, and you leave out more blanks than I do. You also often ask me how to write this word or that word."

"No, no!" Rena said shyly, her face slightly flushed.

“Hmm, Rena wrote so quickly today, it must be because she did her homework diligently yesterday, which is why she was able to do the dictation so fast.” Kyoko smiled. “I can’t relax either.”

Rena thought about it and realized that it was because she had diligently completed her Chinese teacher's assignments that she was able to finish the dictation so quickly.

After all, having copied the wrong words so many times, it's hard not to remember them vividly.

By helping Xingzi copy the text, I'm essentially harming her. Next time she has a dictation test, won't she still make the same mistakes and have to copy it again?

Thinking this to herself, Rena still said, "If you can't finish copying it all, I can help you copy some. There's so much homework assigned, how can you possibly finish it all in one night?" She muttered indignantly, "All the teachers do is make students copy things as punishment. Homework takes all night, and they still punish us with copying! Can't they assign less homework?!"

“The teacher is doing this for our own good,” Kyoko said with a smile, then gently added, “Rena, you have a bad temper. Even if you’re really upset, don’t say it out loud or show it.”

"It's okay to talk to each other secretly when it's just the two of you, but never tell other classmates. If the teachers find out, they won't say anything, but they'll make things difficult for you and give you a hard time."

"No, really. Would the teacher really hold a grudge against me?" Rena blinked, thinking that teachers should all be quite tolerant.

Kyoko shook her head. "In short, Rena, just listen to me. No matter how uncomfortable you feel, don't say it out loud. Keep it to yourself."

"Hmm..." Rena pouted, "I know." But she didn't really care and casually twirled her hair with her fingers.

"Sigh." Kyoko sighed in response to Rena's nonchalant attitude.

Rena has a slightly arrogant, proud, and boastful personality, just like an immature little sister.

Xingzi's parents died early, and she lived with her grandmother. She encountered all sorts of things and matured quite early.