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

"It's okay, I know," Yi Yue said with a smile.

It turns out that the school did not require parents to enter the school during class time.

There are just too many careless kids who forget to bring their books and homework. Basically, every other day, a parent comes to the school to bring books.

It was fine at first, but later the teacher got annoyed, feeling that the parents who brought the books were disturbing his class.

The school later decided that unless it was an emergency, parents would not be allowed to enter the school during class time.

Yi Yue chatted with the two security guards about their children's studies.

The middle-aged man's child is in the third year of junior high school at this school and will be taking the high school entrance exam soon.

The middle-aged security guard sighed as he talked about it: "My brat at home doesn't seem to care about taking the high school entrance exam at all. He's so carefree every day. When I talk to him about it, he gets upset and argues back. I really don't know what all my hard work is for. Is it him or me who's taking the exam? It's infuriating!"

"Isn't my grandson the same? He'll be a senior in high school next semester, and he's acting like nothing's wrong." The elderly security guard couldn't help but sigh.

His grandson was taught by Yi Yue in junior high school.

When Yi Yue first became a teacher, she made a funny mistake. When she entered the classroom, she was mistaken for a student who wasn't wearing a school uniform and was stopped from entering.

Yi Yue was incredibly embarrassed. She then showed her ID card and teacher's certificate to prove she was a teacher, but the elderly security guard was still skeptical until his grandson happened to pass by and said he was his teacher, which dispelled his doubts. It was because of this incident that Yi Yue became familiar with the security guards.

"Sigh, yes. Parents always worry about their children," Yi Yue sighed. He wasn't worried about Yi Xue, who was about to take the high school entrance exam; he had a lot of confidence in her.

Itsuki was sighing at Rena.

"When will she grow up, truly become sensible, and correct all those little bad habits?" Yi Yue thought to herself.

"Don't even mention the children, which parent isn't like this?" The elderly security guard remarked with emotion. "By the way, are you here to deliver books?" He noticed the political textbook in Yi Yue's hand.

"Yeah, my child forgot her book and called me to bring it to her," Yi Yue said helplessly. "She's always so forgetful and careless."

"Haha, he's just a kid, it's normal for him to be a little careless," the middle-aged security guard laughed.

After chatting for a while, the elderly security guard glanced at the clock behind him and said to Yi Yue, "It's about time. You should take the book over first, and we can chat again when you have time."

"Mm." Yi Yue smiled and nodded, then took her book and walked into the campus.

It was probably a little early in the morning when the security guard was there. The bell rang just as Yi Yue reached the stairwell.

As Yi Yue went upstairs, she paused slightly at the entrance of the corridor and glanced at the classrooms inside.

The students in the classroom were noisy and shouting. Although it was noisy, it gave Yi Yue a feeling of nostalgia.

"So full of youthful energy," Yi Yue said with a smile, as she took the handrail and went up to the third floor.

The class closest to the stairwell is Rena's class.

Passing through the window, Itsuki immediately spotted Reina sitting inside, chatting happily with her classmate Kyoko.

"Ahem." Itsuki called softly through the window, "Rena!"

In Rena's class, the students near the window all looked towards Izuki.

"Rena, isn't that your father?" Kyoko, with her sharp eyes, spotted Itsuki standing by the window.

"Where?" Rena turned her head and saw Izuki looking helpless by the window.

Yi Yue's voice was a little soft, and it was drowned out by the noise in the classroom.

"I'm coming out right away!" Rena rushed out.

Yi Yue also walked to the door.

"Be more careful next time, don't be so forgetful, okay?" Izuki handed the book to Reina, her face serious. "Also, your room is such a mess, can't you tidy it up yourself?"

Rena lowered her head and stuck out her tongue: "Isn't there still you, Daddy?"

"Can I follow you around like a shadow for the rest of my life?" Izuki said irritably, scratching Reina's nose with her index finger.

Rena stuck out her tongue and didn't say anything.

Izuki noticed Reina's classmate looking at her curiously through the window, and coughed lightly, "I'm leaving now. Remember to pay attention in class, okay?"

"Okay." Rena nodded obediently.

Izuki reached out, intending to pat Rena's head, but then refrained, remembering that some of Rena's classmates were watching her.

He was afraid that Reina would feel embarrassed, and that his small gesture of touching her head would cause her to be laughed at by her classmates.

Students these days are a bit neurotic; they can make a big deal out of the smallest things and use them to mock others.

Instead of patting Rena's head, Izuki patted Rena's shoulder, smiled, and then went downstairs.

Rena watched Izuki go downstairs, then clutched her political science book tightly as she returned to class.

As soon as she returned to class, curious students came up to her with all sorts of questions. Apart from Chen Mingzhen and his friends, many students in the class had never seen Reina's father before.

"Is that your brother? Did he come to deliver your book?"

After asking around, most of the questions were like this.

Rena patiently explained, "He's not my brother, he's my father."

"Hey, is that Dad? No way, he looks so young," a classmate exclaimed in surprise.

"My dad is thirty-seven years old."

Hearing Rena say this, the classmates were even more incredulous.

Rena ignored their reactions and sat down in her seat, placing her political science book on the table.

Anzu looked at the political books on the table and breathed a sigh of relief, saying, "It's good that you got the books, otherwise you would have been in big trouble."

"What's wrong?" Rena asked curiously.

"You don't know. When you went out to get the book just now, Chen Mingzhen and the others came back from borrowing books and were chatting over there."

"I heard them say that a row of students who didn't bring their books were made to stand outside the classroom of Class 3 as punishment. They weren't done with standing for a whole class period; now they're doing squats in the office."

"No way." Rena exclaimed in surprise.

“Of course it will,” Xingzi said seriously. “The politics teacher is very angry right now. He feels that the students don’t respect him and only care about the core subjects of Chinese, math, and English, and think that politics is optional. I guess it won’t be as simple as doing squats later.”

"Anyway, it has nothing to do with me anymore," Rena said casually, patting the political book on the table.

She didn't care how the teacher punished her, because she had books anyway.

“Yeah, anyway, it has nothing to do with Rena anymore,” Kyoko said with a smile, as if she were happy for Rena.

The ten-minute break between classes passed quickly.

"Ding-dong—" The preparatory bell had just rung, but the students in the class were still excited and noisy, not yet having calmed down from the end of class.

"Have you had enough of this?" the political science teacher said coldly from the doorway.

Chapter Forty-Eight: Extreme Anger Turns into Laughter

Instantly, the entire class fell silent, all turning to look at the political science teacher at the door.

The political science teacher was named Hu Yingfang. She was a middle-aged woman in her forties, overweight, with a bad temper and a tendency to get angry easily. So the students secretly said that she had an endocrine disorder and nicknamed her "menopausal woman."

"I hope you'll all speak just as loudly when you answer questions in class later. Don't be like dragons after class and worms in class!"

The political science teacher walked towards the podium as he spoke.

"Did you memorize the key points of the three questions from last class?" the politics teacher asked.

Even though it was an open-book political exam, this political teacher insisted that the students memorize the key points.

There's not enough time to memorize the texts and vocabulary in Chinese and English, so who's going to bother memorizing this supplementary subject?

Unfortunately, the political science teacher held a high position as the vice principal, so no one dared to voice their opinions.

The students could only complain in secret.

Looking around at the students in the class, they all had their heads down and didn't dare to utter a sound.

The politics teacher said angrily, "Why are you talking so loudly during recess? And when it's time to answer questions, nobody dares to speak!"

The students kept their heads down, creating a tense atmosphere.

The politics teacher said, "Since no one has answered, I'll draw a seat number. Number three!"

Student number three stood up and stood there like a log; he simply couldn't recite it.

"Stand up!" The politics teacher was angry and called on several more students to stand up, but none of them could recite it. Finally, a good student was chosen, but that student did not recite it fluently and stumbled along the way before barely finishing the recitation.

"Sit down!" the political science teacher said with a gloomy face.

Seeing that the politics teacher was no longer calling on people to recite, Rena breathed a sigh of relief. Thank goodness I wasn't chosen.

How do you all study?

The politics teacher yelled, "You're supposed to study and memorize Chinese, math, and English diligently, but don't you care about the other subjects?" Pointing to these students, he said, "Class monitor, write down my names. You'd better recite them to me before school ends this afternoon, or you'll face the consequences!"

After saying that, the political science teacher added, "Are these difficult? They're just a short paragraph."

I quickly memorized those key points, and the politics teacher said, "It's so easy. I don't even look at the book in politics class; I can remember it just by glancing at it a few times. I don't expect you to be like me, but at least you should be able to memorize the key points, right?"

The students in the audience were thinking to themselves, "What's so interesting about an open-book political exam?"

"What's the point of memorizing it?" Rena muttered to herself.

Kyoko comforted him, saying, "It'll be of some use, won't it?"

"Tch, it just means you can find the textbook faster, right?" Rena said dismissively, feeling that the teacher was making things difficult for her.

The politics teacher, as if knowing what the students were thinking, sneered, "During the high school entrance exam, a small test paper will cover the content of six books. 90 minutes. If you don't memorize it well, do you know which book to look up for which question? Even if you had ten more minutes, you still might not be able to finish looking!"

The students below the stage remained expressionless, taking it as the political science teacher's alarmist talk.

It's an open-book exam, the book is right there for you to copy from, are you sure you can't even copy the book properly?

The politics teacher didn't bother with much explanation: "Let's begin the lesson." He glanced at the students in the front row, whose desks were all covered with their politics books, then looked at the back rows and nodded with satisfaction: "I caught a lot of students in Class 3 who didn't bring their politics books. I thought Class 1 would catch a lot too. It seems you've all been listening attentively. Very good."

"Turn to page 105," the politics teacher said, beginning the lesson.

It must be said that although the political science teacher had a bad temper, he was very good at teaching.

They don't even read the book, yet it's as if they've memorized the whole thing and know it by heart.