Chapter 9

The homeroom teacher seemed somewhat ... . ... dazedly nodded and also stood up

There is no impatience; it is a genuine seriousness in listening to her speak about every aspect of the song, even the minutiae.

The homeroom teacher looked at Wen Ge and said, "Wen Ge, you may go to class first."

She first glanced at Wen Ge and gently asked, "Wen Ge, is this your little uncle?"

Wen Shaoyuan glanced at the paper cup that she had moved aside and suddenly smiled: "Let her stay and listen to the teacher finish speaking. Some issues are better communicated face to face."

"Hearing the song." He suddenly called her name

Wen Shaoyuan glanced at her room, which was arranged very neatly. Aunt Xin mentioned that she hardly ever moved the furnishings in the room. Even when new items were added for her, they were always placed back in an orderly manner.

She was still lost in thought when Aunt Xin came to knock on the door, seemingly afraid of disturbing them. She gently knocked three times and said in a lowered voice, "The sweet soup with eggs is ready. Let's eat first and then talk."

She was just in a defensive posture, but now, with her mind relaxed, her expression of astonishment, wide-eyed and mouth agape, appears... somewhat foolish

Such carefulness, unchanged in the slightest, yet it is rare that she begins to speak the truth to him

She let out a soft "hm" and lowered her head, feeling ashamed and unable to look at him.

He glanced at the Chinese textbook he had thrown on the bed, walked straight to her desk and sat down, without mentioning his purpose. Instead, he first asked her: "Where is today's homework? Bring it all to me so I can take a look."

Just like the fine strands of rain outside the window, in this season, they still carry a chill. This sentence made Wen Ge's heart instantly feel extremely cold, then gradually warm up again

Wen Ge let out a sound of "Oh," watching him leave, and then hurriedly asked, "Uncle, are you not staying here tonight?"

The homeroom teacher was very enthusiastic. After letting Wen Shaoyuan sit down, he poured a cup of hot water and placed it in front of him. The water dispenser behind them made a "gurgling" sound, as if it were swallowing. Wen Ge looked at the steaming cup of water in front of him and subtly shifted it closer to himself.

"No, I will return to the hotel later." After saying this, he did not pause his steps and went directly downstairs

Wen Shaoyuan glanced at her, unexpectedly not allowing her to sit down. He flipped through her math homework, and his brows gradually furrowed. He took a pencil from the pen holder and casually pointed out a few mistakes.

Upon hearing the song, I instinctively took a step back, my face slightly pale: "I am sorry..."

Until the homeroom teacher took a sip of water and saw Wen Shaoyuan glancing at Wen Ge with a seemingly smiling expression, the eye exercises concluded and the class bell rang

Hearing the song, my heart skipped a beat as I looked at him, not daring to respond

The parents have no objections, so the class teacher naturally has nothing to say

Wen Shaoyuan glanced at her, stood up, and walked to the door. When he grasped the doorknob and realized she had not followed, his tone shifted, returning to his usual cool voice: "After finishing your late-night snack, come upstairs and correct all the mistakes in your math homework before going to sleep"

Under the light, his face was calm as he gazed at her, patiently waiting for her response. The words that came to Wenge's lips inexplicably carried a hint of resentment: "My parents are not around."

During the two exams, Wen Ge was the one left alone in the girls' group. She was not fond of speaking in class and disliked group activities. Many teachers and students were almost unfamiliar with Wen Ge's name, and their first impression of her was that she was introverted and taciturn. This may not seem like a serious issue, but over time, it could lead to her being excluded... The homeroom teacher paused, glanced at Wen Ge, and saw her quietly lowering her eyes. This may not seem like a serious issue, but over time, it could lead to her being excluded... The homeroom teacher paused again, glanced at Wen Ge, and seeing her quietly lowering her eyes, gently stated: "I am teaching English. The essay topic assigned after the group activity is - 'My Good Classmate', which requires writing about a classmate and selecting a real event. Wen Ge... was the only one who submitted a blank paper."

Once all the assignments were checked, Wen Shaoyuan closed the workbook and finally asked her: "Why didn't you mention the parent-teacher meeting?"

When I hold your hand, you must also learn to hold mine. He paused for a moment, his tone softening: Otherwise, there will always be times when we cannot hold on.

Wen Ge was stunned, staring at him blankly, completely forgetting to react

One by one, they were placed in front of him, and she pulled out the "homework" he had assigned from the stack of books on the desk. After completing these tasks, Wen Ge took a step back and stood straight beside the desk. ... This series of actions flowed smoothly, and she found it amusing herself ... . ... It felt just like being in an office for a reprimand.

He said: "Even if you don't really like it, I still have to go tomorrow... because when Grandpa lied for you to show his enthusiasm, he already sent me as a representative."

I apologize. Wen Ge lowered his head and said hesitantly, "I do not need to attend the parent-teacher meeting."

Wen Shaoyuan's smile faded slightly as he cast a calm glance at her and gently inquired, "Is there a problem?"

At this moment, the sound of Aunt Xin moving downstairs was completely isolated by the door.

Wen Shaoyuan slightly pressed his lips together and did not say anything to her in front of the homeroom teacher. He simply nodded politely and said, "I understand, thank you for your concern. When I return, I will have a good talk with Wen Ge."

He stood up, clearly intending to end the conversation: "Then I will take a leave of absence for Wen Ge and take her home first."

Because regardless of the starting point, she has already engaged in deception

But I did not expect it to be so direct with the words "My parents are not by my side"

"Labor class and art class," Wen Ge replied in a vague manner, not knowing what he intended to do

The homeroom teacher has just completed her internship and taken up her position. The newcomer is quite enthusiastic and particularly naive, feeling the need to oversee and manage everything within her responsibilities. However, a positive aspect is that she does not intimidate the students; her voice is always soft and gentle. Even when she gets exasperated, she merely slams the table and raises her voice a little.

Unexpectedly, his next sentence left Wen Ge ... ...

He is tall with long legs, lazily leaning against the desk, his long legs slightly extended. What is clearly just a casual movement, when done by him, inexplicably adds a touch of nonchalance and a hint of allure.

The homeroom teacher smiled as she glanced at the young and handsome uncle, and finally began. After a brief opening statement, she succinctly informed Wen Shaoyuan about Wen Ge's academic performance and her learning status at school

In elementary school, it is always the grandmother who attends the parent-teacher meetings. In fact, for Wen Ge, those meetings are lengthy and tedious, and they hold no practical significance for her.

Her expression was one of obvious rejection

The old man not only concealed the truth but also helped her to lie

As the words fell, he turned his gaze towards Wen Ge and asked, "What classes are these two periods?"

Her ears were slightly flushed, and she unnaturally avoided his gaze. She was about to say, "My eyes are sore from reading, and they turned red after rubbing them," but as soon as the word "no" escaped her lips, she paused, and then in a voice as soft as a mosquito's buzz, she explained, "Um... I suddenly miss my grandmother."

Wen Ge was somewhat taken aback, the warmth and gentle strength on her chin left her feeling a bit at a loss. Especially since the instigator was seriously scrutinizing her, their gaze seemed to penetrate into her heart

His voice is gentle and unpretentious, like the willows on the riverbank in early spring, soft yet clear

Wen Shaoyuan considered many possible responses from her, such as: "I don't want to trouble great-grandfather and you," or "I think uncle has already seen the results, and the parent-teacher meeting is so boring that it doesn't need to take up your time"

Wen Shaoyuan fell silent for a moment, then released his grip. He held her wrist and pulled her back into the room, stepping forward himself. Once inside, he let go of her wrist and closed the door with his other hand.

What lay before Wen Shaoyuan was still the issue of being "out of place" that she had discussed with the old man during her phone call last night

Unable to restrain herself, she looked up at him while listening to the song. Was he planning to report her unflattering remarks to the class teacher, intending to let her know what kind of person she was, and thereby guide her in what they believed to be the best way?

Wen Shaoyuan has never drunk the water from the water dispenser

Wen Ge peeked in and took a look, fortunately... it wasn't too far off.

Ever since Wen Shaoyuan mentioned last night that he would come to school today, Wen Ge has appeared somewhat anxious. Even during class, he would lose focus and glance towards the door, fearing that he might appear at any moment.

Wen Ge let out a soft "oh," her face flushed as she touched her wrist, which he had held, seemingly still retaining his warmth. She hurried over to open her backpack and look for her homework

The light from the lamp in the room was bright, casting a circle of illumination around the top of her head, resembling a halo that enveloped her. However, this brightness blurred her features, and through that layer of hazy light, Wen Shaoyuan could not see her clearly.

Is he telling her that he has already reached out his hand

Wen Shaoyuan listened quietly, occasionally nodding his head to indicate that although he did not speak, he was attentive with his ears

Wen Ge nodded and moved the paper cup closer to himself again

Upon entering the office and seeing him like this, a chill ran down my spine.

He seems to have just come from some formal occasion, impeccably dressed in a suit, with his shirt neatly pressed. Even at this moment, as he flips through the assignment book of Wen Ge in his hands, there is not the slightest sense of incongruity.

Because it was still after class, the office was filled with teachers. ... In a place where female teachers are in the majority, the appearance of Wen Shaoyuan is undoubtedly a ... . ... pink bomb.

Wen Shaoyuan remained silent for a long time, and when he spoke again, his voice was slightly hoarse: "I will go to your school tomorrow to meet your homeroom teacher"

At this hesitation, Wen Shaoyuan's gaze had already darkened, his expression serious, and even his tone had grown a few degrees colder: "Speak."

In the presence of Wen Jia, there is even less need for it

This is my business card. Wen Shaoyuan handed over a business card and said, "Wen Ge's parents are military personnel, and their profession is quite special. I have been the guardian of Wen Ge all along, so if there are any issues, I would appreciate it if you could pay extra attention, teacher. Wen Ge also has a great enthusiasm for learning, and I hope you can guide him patiently and take good care of him."

Wen Ge lingered, unwilling to leave

This state continued until just before the third-to-last class in the afternoon, when the homeroom teacher smiled warmly and waved her over, signaling for her to come to the office

The voice was flat, lacking much emotion, akin to a lukewarm glass of plain water, not only colorless but also tasteless. Yet, it was precisely this that made Wen Ge perceive the heaviness condensed in his tone

The homeroom teacher glanced at the business card and, upon seeing the name "Wen Shaoyuan," was momentarily taken aback, exclaiming, "Oh, aren't you surnamed Wen?"