God-level giant, forced to raise cubs

"Special attention should be paid when reviewing questions. Artistic conception and imagery are two different concepts. The main difference is..."

You Qingluan was only halfway through the class when the sudden ringing of the bell floated into the classroom, interrupting the rest of the conversation.

He stopped writing on the blackboard, threw half of the chalk into the slot on the blackboard, and turned around with a slightly surprised expression on his face, "Is get out of class already over?"

At the end of a class, the content arranged in my plan has not been finished.This is the first time that You Qingluan has been doing this since he became the head teacher.

The students below looked at each other in blank dismay, and they all felt that this Chinese class was quite strange.It was difficult for everyone to figure out what Youmowang meant, and they dared not speak lightly.

There was silence in the classroom for half a minute, and there was no one to answer You Qingluan.

Until the middle of the front row, the students who were sleeping on their stomachs slowly opened their eyes.

"get out of class is not over." Chi Xi sat up and stretched, and said to him, "This is the bell for math class."

In the afternoon class schedule on Friday, Chinese class is in the penultimate class, followed by math class.

Hearing this, You Qingluan subconsciously looked outside the door.

Sure enough, Dong Bin was already standing there with the lesson plan, with a face of embarrassment and embarrassment, and he didn't know where to put his hands and feet.

"Sorry." You Qingluan apologized lightly for delaying others' class, walked past Dong Bin and walked out of the classroom.

"It's okay, it's okay. As a teacher, who hasn't procrastinated the class, so there is no need to apologize." Of course, Dong Bin couldn't argue with him because of the procrastination. When he entered the Class Nine classroom, he was still gentle and good-tempered. Minutes, students who need to go to the bathroom hurry up. The students on duty come over and wipe the blackboard."

"Wait, don't rush to wipe it!" Jing Yuxuan roared, "I want to take a picture of Dad's writing on the blackboard! Keep it as a souvenir forever!"

"I want to take pictures too." Gan Feng also took out his mobile phone, and after a long time of fiddling, he realized that his PHS didn't have the function of taking pictures at all.

"Oh my god! It's so strange. Since I got the projector, I haven't seen Mr. You writing on the blackboard for more than two months."

Dong Bin couldn't help but say something for You Qingluan, "It's more convenient to use a projector."

Jing Yuxuan nodded vigorously, "That's right! My father is such a lazy person, he actually writes on the blackboard himself after he has a projector. He is very wrong today."

"Even you found out? Teacher You's lecture today is not right, the speed of speech is extremely slow, and the pauses between each sentence are longer than before."

"Besides, he didn't even pay attention to his procrastination. It's so strange."

"It's more than weird! Two days ago, he asked him to make up 10 minutes of Chinese lessons for us, and we had to protest collectively. Today, he took the initiative to extend it by 10 minutes. Is he still the demon king?"

"So you don't remind him that get out of class is over, you are all good or bad!"

"Also!!! He didn't hit Emperor Xi with chalk in class today!"

"Hahahahahahahahahahahaha, Xihuang deliberately used sleep to attract Teacher You's attention, but he still didn't get smashed!"

"I'm dying of laughter hahahaha!"

Even Dong Bin thought You Qingluan was weird, he just opened his mouth to participate in the discussion, when he noticed the boy who was about to go out from the corner of his eye, he quickly stopped him.

"Chi Xi, where are you going?"

"I have something to do, please take a leave." Chi Xi greeted Dong Bin tentatively as decadent and arrogant as ever.

"But, after math class, school is over, can't you wait until school is over?" Dong Bin asked him in a good-tempered manner.

"I can't wait." Chi Xi put his hands in his pockets and said stiffly, "I'm in a hurry."

"Then you go, pay attention to safety." Before Dong Bin could finish the word 'full', classmate Chi Xi had already disappeared.

"Eh? Today one or two are following like a demon," Jing Yuxuan stretched his neck, looked at Chi Xi's back with difficulty, and muttered, "Why are you so anxious."

You Qingluan strode out of the gate of No. [-] Middle School and looked around.

You Chuanhui had already arrived at the agreed place early, holding a bag in his arms like a baby.

Seeing You Qingluan from a distance, the man seemed to be possessed, staring at his face intently.

"Teacher Chi." You Chuanhui hurriedly greeted him, his tone unable to conceal his excitement, "Are you really willing to listen to my son's business?"

"En." You Qingluan responded lightly, and raised his wrist to look at his star diamond watch.

——It was the birthday present that Chi Xi designed for himself.

You Qingluan was poor and poor when he first came to Dongdong, so he could only mortgage this watch to a pawn shop in exchange for 35 start-up funds.

At that time, he signed a contract with the pawn shop and redeemed it within three months.

As a result, before the three-month period expired, the boss of the pawn shop brought the star diamond watch mortgaged by You Qingluan to Lingteng Company, hoping to get a berth in the new shopping mall.

The watch that was mortgaged back then was returned to You Qingluan as a gift, so that he could finally replace the 50 yuan three stainless steel watch.

"However, I only have three or ten minutes, so you have to make a long story short." Facing this man, You Qingluan remained extremely indifferent, "Come with me."

You Qingluan has a strong sense of personal territory, even if the other party is someone he is familiar with, he is unwilling to let him enter his living space.

Therefore, instead of taking You Chuanhui back to his luxurious slum, he chose a teahouse near No. [-] Middle School where he could talk.

You Qingluan prefers coffee to tea, and even hates it a little.

The main reason was that from the time he could remember, the man he called his father always smelled like tea.

Because it was only half an hour, You Chuanhui really didn't talk nonsense, and cut directly to the topic as soon as he sat down, and the progress was so fast that You Qingluan was almost caught off guard.

"These are all my son's previous photos." While speaking, You Chuanhui took out large and small photos and photo frames from his bag, "His name is You Qingluan, and he looks very similar to you."

In the photo album collected by You Chuanhui, his photos from childhood to adulthood are well preserved.

The earliest photos are even a little yellowed due to age.In the photo, You Qingluan is still a little baby, held in the arms of his father or mother, possessing the most ordinary happiness and happiness.

The photo with my family stopped abruptly when I was 13 years old. After the age of 13, there were only a few sporadic ID photos, and You Qingluan's lonely and lonely appearance was left in the album.

I still remember that at that time, I had unilaterally cut off contact with my family, and I didn't know where You Chuanhui got these photos.

The hot tea on the table was already cold, and the aroma of the tea gradually dissipated.

It was obviously You Chuanhui's favorite tea, but You Chuanhui, who was sitting across from him, didn't drink a sip. He raced against the clock and praised You Qingluan with 'Teacher Chi' who was highly similar to his son.

"...He has been very smart since he was a child, and he is willing to work hard, and his academic performance is particularly good."

"In the unit where I work, many people wanted to engage my son with a child marriage, but I rejected them all. His mother and I thought that we should let him decide the marriage. I don't know who Qingluan will marry in the future."

"My family, Qingluan, is a sentimental person, marrying him will definitely be very happy."

"It's a pity that neither his mother nor I can see him get married."

"Why?" You Qingluan asked coldly.

Although Mr. Chi and I can't get a marriage certificate, it's not a big problem to have a wedding.

You Qingluan has always been blatant and unscrupulous. As long as he is willing, he will hold a grand wedding in public every minute and let Chi Xi wear the wedding dress.

"His mother passed away two years ago. She was too sick. Even if the best experts in the country were invited, the result would be only two more years for him to live." You Chuanhui's voice suddenly fell, suppressing great sadness, "My wife After I got sick, I was always busy taking care of him, and gradually alienated Qingluan."

You Qingluan leaned back on the wicker chair in the teahouse, staring at him with sharp eyes, "Just because you're busy?"

"No...it's because I remarried." You Chuanhui's voice was so low that he almost choked up, "It's all my fault, I'm a sinner."

Until now, You Qingluan's father has always been a strong and refined person.

He never expected that You Chuanhui's eyes would turn red easily in front of a stranger.

"I thought I made the most correct choice, but in the end I made a mess of mistakes and hurt the people closest to me." You Chuanhui covered his face with trembling hands, sat there, hunched over, and murmured repeatedly, " it's all my fault."

"Since you regret it, why did you do that in the first place?" You Qingluan really didn't understand.

When You Chuanhui chose to remarry, he should have considered the fact that his son could not accept the new family.

But he didn't even say hello, and directly let a strange woman enter the room as a 'stepmother'.

In fact, now that You Qingluan is re-examining the whole matter, it seems to be full of "no need".

It was not You Chuanhui's fault that his mother died of a terminal illness.Maybe one year or two years, You Qingluan will always accept the reality.

At that time, You Chuanhui will discuss the continuation with himself again, and You Qingluan has already entered the university, and there are eight out of ten that he will agree.

But You Chuanhui chose the wrong time and used the wrong method to make all the causes and effects develop in the most tragic direction.

"A mistake is a mistake, why not?" You Chuanhui stared at so many photos on the table with bitter eyes, "No matter how many secrets and difficulties I tell, it sounds like an excuse to excuse myself, right? "

It has to be said that, as the biological father and son, You Chuanhui's way of thinking is very similar to his own.

You Qingluan also hated explaining.In his eyes, although there is no absolute right and wrong, but everything has absolute right and wrong.

According to You Qingluan's judgment standard, when he encounters something that he thinks is wrong, he will often consider the method or solution instead of looking for a bunch of reasons to justify himself.

For the first time in his life, he actually wanted to hear someone explain why.

"There must be a reason, right?" You Qingluan's face was calm, and his casual mood was just right, "Why did you decide to remarry?"

His reaction was flat and his tone was natural, as if he was really discussing something that had nothing to do with him.

If Mr. Chi was present, he would probably encourage You Qingluan to change his career to become an actor and enter the entertainment circle, so that he would have the opportunity to spend money like crazy on his boyfriend.

"Actually..." You Chuanhui took a deep breath, let his calm emotions stabilize first, and then said, "My wife asked for the remarriage, and he introduced my current wife to me."

"What?!" You Qingluan couldn't react for a long time.

"At that time, my wife knew that she was seriously ill. She was afraid that after she left, I would be alone and refused to find another wife, so she helped me choose my current wife." You Chuanhui smiled wryly, and continued, " At first I disagreed. Because I knew that I could no longer be a good husband. Sure enough, after marrying my current wife, I owe their mother and daughter everything.”

You Chuanhui owes a debt to his remarried wife, and the reason You Qingluan can easily figure out.

Although he didn't know the woman who married later, he had heard some news more or less.

That woman was seven or eight years younger than You Chuanhui, and it was her first marriage, but she rushed to find a second marriage.

She is beautiful, has a good education and family background, and there are many suitors who are many times better than You Chuanhui.

But she was in favor of You Chuanhui. After hastily getting the marriage certificate, she didn't even have a decent wedding, and she was forced to face a stepson who was not related to her by blood.

And she knew very well that there was always a woman in her husband's heart that he couldn't let go of.

The other party chose to accept all of this, and You Qingluan even felt a little sympathetic to her.

"In order for my wife to receive treatment, I had no choice but to accept her arrangement. When I was registering the marriage, I was still thinking, if a miracle really happens and my wife recovers from her illness, what should I do with this marriage?"

"In the end, the miracle didn't happen, and my life was messed up. My wife and children were separated, and my family was ruined."

As he said that, You Chuanhui looked up at him, and almost blurted out the familiar name, "Qingluan, you probably haven't seen a man who failed more than me."

After calling out the word Qingluan, he immediately realized that he had lost his composure, and quickly said, "I'm sorry... because you look so similar, I made a mistake for a while."

"Oh." You Qingluan responded lightly, without any special reaction, "Why didn't you tell your son about these things?"

"What should I say? I can't say." You Chuanhui looked at the cold tea cup, full of sadness, "My wife lied to Qingluan that we were just divorced, lied to him that her illness can be cured, and told Qingluan not to worry She didn't dare to appear in front of Qingluan until she died, afraid that he would see her sick and thin, so what right do I have to say it?"

"Ah."

You Qingluan sneered, his thoughts were a little confused now, and he didn't know what he wanted to express.

"Do you think that you are so great?"

great?

You Chuanhui took those photos back carefully, then shook his head slightly, "I'm not great, I'm just a sinner who can't do anything well."

"..." You Qingluan suddenly understood where he inherited the deep-rooted self-loathing in his youth.

"Mr. Chi, thank you for being willing to listen to me today." You Chuanhui has calmed down, and finally took a deep look at You Qingluan, "You really look like my son, and I feel like talking to him .It would be great if Qingluan can become like you in the future, and I don't have to worry about him always wronging me."

After You Chuanhui finished speaking, he turned and left the teahouse box.

You Qingluan glanced at his watch, it was exactly half an hour to a second.

From the moment he sat down until he left, the man was so focused on talking about himself that he didn't drink the cup of Biluochun in front of him from the beginning to the end.

You Qingluan stretched out his arms and brought the teacup over, brought it to his lips, and drank the cup of tea slowly.

After the tea cools down, the bitterness becomes more intense, and it seems that the bitterness reaches out to the hidden corner.

You Qingluan put down the empty tea bowl, stared at the empty seat opposite, and said in a voice that was so faint that it almost melted into the air——

"as you wish."