My girlfriend isn't as cute as me.

Hello, may I ask who you are?

As soon as the homeroom teacher opened the door, she saw a middle-aged man with a refined demeanor, a kind face, and impeccable manners. The marks of time on him did not make him look haggard; rather, they were like a fine wine, becoming more charming with age.

"Hello teacher, I am Ning Yueyao's parent, my name is Ning Yuan."

Ning Yuan smiled slightly; his smile was quite cheerful and sunny, and it didn't make anyone feel uncomfortable.

"My child... oh, here she is." Ning Yuan turned around at the door and saw her daughter grinning foolishly, a particularly silly grin. Standing in front of her was a lovely girl, poised and confident, neither servile nor arrogant. Her delicate and beautiful face was solemn, showing no sign of backing down even in the face of public condemnation.

"father!"

Ning Yueyao snapped out of her fangirl mode and instinctively called out. Because her tone sounded somewhat like she was pouting, she realized her mistake after saying it, and her face turned a little red.

"It's okay, Dad's here, it's okay."

Ning Yuan smiled and declined the homeroom teacher's offer to guide him to his seat.

"You must be her parent! Your child—" The woman, already furious, stood up and shouted aggressively, remembering how Lin Jiu had thrown the pen back at her and made her fall backward in fright.

“Madam, please be quiet. I will find out what’s going on myself; I don’t need you to remind me. Besides, before things are clear, don’t think that raising your voice will influence other people’s opinions and judgments,” Ning Yuan said gently, adjusting his old-fashioned round-framed glasses, like a teacher disciplining a disobedient student.

"Right is right, and wrong is wrong. No matter who it is, if they do something right, they should be praised; if they do something wrong... then they should pay the price." Ning Yuan's tone suddenly turned cold, his gentle and scholarly demeanor vanished, replaced by a chilling aura that exuded an intimidating presence born of absolute rationality.

"you--"

The woman opened her mouth, but hesitated to speak.

The head of the teaching department saw this and quickly went over to persuade her. The woman then had a way out and reluctantly sat back down in her chair.

Ning Yuan didn't pay any attention to the other person at all; he walked confidently to his daughter.

Lin Jiu subconsciously moved aside, but unexpectedly Ning Yuan suddenly stopped and extended his right hand to him.

"Thank you for taking care of my daughter. Nice to meet you. My name is Ning Yuan, you can just call me Uncle Ning."

Ning Yuan smiled kindly, his eyes revealing approval.

Lin Jiu tensed his shoulders slightly. He could sense Ning Yuan's goodwill, but he could also sense that the other person was no ordinary person. With Lin Jiu's keen observation skills, he could hardly find a flaw in the other person. He seemed like a nice teacher, but he felt that he could easily kill a bull.

"Hello Uncle Ning, my name is Lin Jiu, you can call me whatever you like."

Lin Jiu politely shook the outstretched hand, responding as if to an elder, demonstrating proper etiquette.

Lin Jiu was a straightforward person. He didn't sense any malice from the other party. On the contrary, he felt Ning Yuan's appreciation for him, so he naturally responded to this friendliness.

As for that loud-mouthed shrew who only knows how to intimidate children, she has no character whatsoever. Lin Jiu immediately started swearing at her, because he knew that reasoning with this kind of person was pointless and there was no point in wasting his breath.

You should know that back then, Wang Yuting begged Lin Jiu to scold him, but Lin Jiu stammered for a long time and couldn't say it.

"Okay, very good, it's a pleasure to meet you, Lin Jiu."

The two shook hands only lightly. Ning Yuan looked at Lin Jiu's red hands, then glanced at his daughter who was unharmed except for her slightly disheveled hairstyle. He narrowed his eyes slightly, and his attitude towards Lin Jiu was obviously more affectionate.

"Yaoyao, tell Daddy what happened," Ning Yuan asked gently.

"Parent, we have a prepared record here for your convenience." The head of the teaching department took out a piece of paper, which was a revised version of the incident, heavily edited and embellished. One could probably find a couple of truthful statements in it, such as the student's real name and the address where the incident occurred.

Okay, that's all.

"No need, I'm not in a hurry, we can take our time."

Ning Yuan chuckled softly. He still looked as gentle and polite as ever, but his eyes held a hint of indifference.

The head of student affairs was once again rebuffed, unconsciously clenching the paper in his hand, his brows furrowed.

He turned to look at the vice principal, but the other party didn't even glance at him.

The vice principal remained silent, not uttering a word from beginning to end, as if he were pondering something.

The head of student affairs felt a surge of annoyance. Students and parents had always been subservient and polite to them. Why were they all acting like they were on fire today? This made him, a head of student affairs with little power but no real authority, feel incredibly humiliated. All he could do was glare angrily at Lin Jiu's homeroom teacher; the weak draw their swords against the weaker.

Lin Jiu's homeroom teacher had no choice but to whisper something in his ear.

"So that's how it is..."

Ning Yuan learned what had happened from Ning Yueyao's perspective.

Simply put, his daughter wanted to ask Lin Jiu about her studies, but she accidentally dragged him into it.

Ning Yueyao only realized the seriousness of the matter after hearing Lin Jiu's explanation at the disciplinary office. At first, she thought it was just some delinquent students robbing phones... she never expected something like this to happen. Of course, most people wouldn't imagine that students would be smoking that kind of thing in the music room, let alone that these people would appear at school like madmen with knives.

"Dad, do you believe me?"

"of course."

Ning Yuan gently patted his daughter's head and tidied her hair.

He turned to look at Lin Jiu, placed his hands on his thighs, and bowed slightly to him.

"Thank you for protecting my daughter."

"Ah, ah... You're welcome, no need for that, really no need."

Lin Jiu was quite frightened by the other person's behavior and quickly went to help him up.

"If it weren't for you, I don't know what would have happened. Thank you." Ning Yuan felt increasingly frightened as he thought about it. As a mentally sound adult, he knew what people who used psychotropic drugs were like. Moreover, the delinquent students at that time were carrying knives, and they could do anything when their minds were not right.

Lin Jiu pursed her lips and nodded slightly.

"That's just their side of the story. The truth needs to be discussed and investigated by the school and all the parents before it can be convincing."

The sky cleared, the rain stopped, and the head of the teaching department felt confident again.

The head of student affairs stared at Lin Jiu and said sarcastically, "We haven't been able to contact this student's parents until now. Not only that, they haven't attended any parent-teacher conferences every year. We don't know anything about his family situation, nor do we know if his words are convincing. If you have anything to say, please call your guardian to the school, and we'll sit down and talk it over. If your father refuses to come, call your mother. If your mother refuses to come, call your grandparents. Surely at least one family member can come?"

"..."

Lin Jiu stared into the other person's eyes.

His gaze was calm, as if he were looking at a dead person.

"I……"

"I am coming."

A gentle breeze lifted the curtains, and light poured in from the window, dispelling the dark clouds with the 100% sunshine.

Someone kicked open the door to the disciplinary office, as if shattering the gates of hell, like a Valkyrie.

"who are you?"

The head of the teaching department called out.

Wang Yuting took off the sunglasses that almost covered half of her face, and glanced at everyone present with a sharp look in her eyes.

When she saw Lin Jiu, her sharp and piercing gaze softened instantly.

“I am Lin Jiu’s family.”

Chapter Forty-Six: I'm here to do three things!

Everyone has a door in their heart.

This door blocks out the sun, and the area inside becomes damp, moldy, and eventually rots.

The door to Lin Jiu's heart was closed by his parents when he was ten, and then locked again by that man during junior high school. From then on, Lin Jiu was always haunted by a shadow, making him feel mentally repulsed during exams. Every time he tried to be serious, he would think that his efforts were nothing more than a piece of waste paper to that man.

Powerless, helpless, and without support.

Sadness spreads like a tide, slowly climbing up from the soles of one's feet, engulfing one in despair.

Lin Jiu always had a little boy hiding behind the door in her heart, locked in a small room. The little boy was curled up in the corner of the iron bunk bed, his eyes empty and lifeless, listening to the shouts of men gambling outside the door.

Those people roar when they win and howl when they lose. Occasionally, you can hear bottles rolling off the table and crashing to the floor, like the devil's pre-dinner ramblings. It's exhausting, and you can hear it even if you cover your ears.

Over time, the little boy even gave up the symbolic gesture of covering his ears, forcing himself to accept the reality.

At that moment, all the strange howls and wailing sounds disappeared.

Just as bright lightning tears through the night and dazzling sunlight pierces through the clouds, even the longest night will eventually give way to dawn.

When Lin Jiu received Wang Yuting's affirmation and felt needed and expected, the door in his heart loosened slightly, the dust-covered iron chains were shaken open, and a crack appeared in the iron door.

So now...

Wang Yuting kicked open the door to the teaching office, and at the same time, she kicked open the door in Lin Jiu's heart!

Warm light poured in unexpectedly, illuminating every dusty spot until it was translucent, bathing the dark, damp walls in a hazy orange glow. The little boy huddled in the corner looked up, staring blankly at the girl standing in the doorway. His empty eyes gradually brightened, reflecting her image. He jumped off the bunk bed, stepping over shards of broken bottles, and ran, trying to grasp the outstretched hand she offered.

“I am Lin Jiu’s family.”

The girl reached out and hugged the little boy whose feet were bleeding from being stepped on.

For the rest of my life, you are the wind and snow, you are the ordinariness, you are the poverty, you are the glory.

What the eye can see.

It was you too.

"Nine".

Wang Yuting hung her sunglasses on her collar, her gaze fixed on Lin Jiu, her smile reserved only for him. When she looked at the others, her gaze was sharp as a knife, and a terrifying pressure descended upon everyone comfortably seated in their chairs.

Everyone in the teaching affairs office fell silent, including the head of teaching affairs who had been aggressive just a moment ago.

You're looking for Lin Jiu's family, aren't you? You all think Lin Jiu is easy to bully, right? Just because he's still a student, under the school's supervision, his parents are unreachable, and he has no one backing him, you treat him like a pushover, right?

Wang Yuting came here to do three things.

fair.

fair!

That's fucking fair!!

"what……"

Ning Yueyao looked at Wang Yuting and remembered who she was.

The night before last, which was Saturday, Lin Jiu was shopping at Walmart wearing a dress, and this older sister was with him at that time! Ning Yueyao only glanced at her then and didn't look closely, but she was confident that she wouldn't mistake her.

So that explains why Lin Jiu has changed so much...

Ning Yueyao understood, and her feelings were somewhat complicated.

I felt a little disappointed, but also happy and relieved.