I'm such a big son

Career guidance conversations... This kind of thing is mostly communicated directly by teachers and students themselves in ordinary schools.But the student Zhongya Zhongya is completely different from other students.

No, no, it's not that he has any shortcomings, on the contrary, this orange-haired boy is very outstanding.I can't say how smart he is, but his executive ability and stability are among the best among his peers, even surpassing most third graders - in sharp contrast to this, he himself is not yet 16 years old , The real reading time is far less than other students.

Faced with such a student, no teacher would doubt that he will succeed in his studies, and no matter what industry he is engaged in, he is destined to become the most outstanding one.Because of this, the teacher in charge of the class thinks that this conversation should be treated more carefully, and hopes that he will not delay his future because of immature negligence.

So Miss Lan Bo, the cadre of PortMafia, deigned to move to the classroom office of this high school.

Rimbaud removed the plaster ahead of time for this conversation, bought a new skirt rarely, wore decorations on rare occasions, and even put on some light makeup.

Nakahara Chu also blushed, touched his hat and looked around, saw Dazai Osamu secretly taking pictures with his mobile phone hiding behind the refrigerator, walked over to take a photo on the head and punched him: "Are you an idiot!"

"It doesn't matter, it's something to be proud of when 'Mom' is young and beautiful." The black-haired boy showed the wallpaper-level photo to the orange-haired boy: "Take it out and let the group of adolescent fools be proud." Envious to death, these guys are also willing to fool them around."

"Can't you have some higher-level fun?"

Osamu Dazai completely ignored his taunt and moved behind Rimbaud: "Nai, can I make an appointment for you, Miss Rimbaud? We can sit down and have a cup of coffee, or take a walk along the Tsurumi River."

Rimbaud raised his eyebrows and glanced at him with a bright smile: "Everyone says I'm not interested in children anymore. Besides, I don't like femininity. Be good, if I can go smoothly and safely without being dismissed by the school, I will agree to attend your class." graduation ceremony."

Osamu Dazai looked at her and blinked and suddenly realized something: "It turned out to be like this, I understand. Then, a guy who skipped a grade and left school early must not know that you can invite ladies to the prom at the graduation ceremony? Oops~ Just think about it." feel happy."

As a result, Zhongyuan Zhong became a round puffer fish with his anger, and the red light of supernatural powers came out.

In the end, Rimbaud prevented the house from being damaged: "Okay, Oda is already waiting downstairs, let's go."

Because he was going to meet the teacher at school, Rimbaud decided that it would be safer to ask his subordinates to come and drive.Oda Sakunosuke just "was" skipped work, and honestly sent his boss to the destination.

The teacher in Zhongya Zhongya’s class has never met his parents, and the occupation column on the guardian’s information says Sen’s Logistics Security Company Logistics Supervisor... Logistics, isn’t it just changing light bulbs, repairing sewers, running errands, and cleaning? Simple work like that.Coupled with the widespread discrimination in the society, I didn't see that what the former teacher Rimbaud painted in his mind was a simple and dull image of a miserable single mother.

Her hair must have been grizzled, her expression must have been stoic, her face must have been pale, her skin must have been loose, plus a pair of toiled hands and pleading eyes that would shed tears at any time.

However, when the roll call student cadre suddenly fell into a state of aphasia, he had no idea that he would soon become like him.

Lamborghini followed Chuya into the classroom of his class at the appointed time.The tall and melancholy lady walked with a swaying posture (not used to shoes with heels), she walked to the front row of the classroom very gracefully, the little boy bent down and pulled the stool into a suitable position, watching her sit firmly before touching her Sitting down beside her, the eyes of the other mothers who came to participate in the conversation flashed.

Other people's children...

The conversation is sorted alphabetically according to the Roman pronunciation of the surname, and the middle is also ranked quite low.Neither Rimbaud nor he was aware of the sudden lowering of the volume after entering the classroom. One picked up the textbooks and flipped through them one by one, and the other took out the mobile phone and looked down to play games.

Parents who can indulge their children playing games in the classroom, this is a wonderful thing!

"That... Zhong Yuan, it's your turn."

The student who came to shout for someone didn't dare to breathe, he thought over and over several times to find the most elegant wording in order to make a good impression on this big sister...

For this group of puberty boys, Rimbaud is like poison that can breathe, and he can't take his eyes off her at all. It's a pity that "Nakahara Chuya's sister" didn't even give him the corner of his eye.

Chuya stood up as soon as he heard the voice, fearing that Rimbaud would fall, he waited for her to stabilize before walking towards the teacher's office. As soon as they left here, the conversation became several times louder than before.

The boy's interest lies in Rimbaud's identity:

"Is that Zhong Yuan's sister?"

"I don't know, he didn't talk about the situation at home, but I heard that he is the eldest son, and he even secretly works outside the school."

"It should be my sister... Sister Zhongyuan just looks at me and I die in peace~"

"You think too much, can I help you wake up quickly?"

Girls are interested in the relationship between Rimbaud and Chuya:

"Not like mother."

"It's not like siblings either."

"what exactly is it?"

"It won't be a couple anyway."

"he he he he he!"

The fathers were more concerned with Rimbaud's career:

"never seen it."

"I haven't seen it either."

"I didn't either..."

Hmm, so it shouldn't be the staff of the custom shop...

Mothers are very curious about her marriage:

"It doesn't look like a quiet housewife at first glance."

"Foreigners, you must be professional women. It's really hard."

"It's just too...how should I put it, it's too unrestrained."

"It's a bit unbearable... uneasy."

As for the teacher who made up the image of a bunch of classmates from the Central Plains who are poor old mothers, he is already stupid.I can't think of any ghost company that would hire such a lady as a logistics supervisor. She should be sitting in a spacious and beautiful greenhouse drinking tea and eating snacks. Anything that makes her frown should be completely removed from the earth. The surface disappears!

"Ah... Madam Zhongyuan...?"

He tentatively asked, and Rimbaud folded his hands on his knees: "Sorry, my surname is Rimbaud, and I'm single. Please call me Miss Rimbaud."

"Okay, Miss Rimbaud, at Shimoyamada, I'm the teacher in charge of Nakahara-kun's class. Well, do you have any expectations regarding your son's studies?"

Mr. Yamada is a responsible teacher. As a man, although he wanted to talk about other things in front of this lady, he still abided by professional ethics and took out the latest report card in front of her.

"Mr. Zhongyuan's grades are very stable. It doesn't look like he entered the school halfway. I am very optimistic about him. But recently I heard that he seems to have a part-time job outside the school. As a teacher, I hope you will not treat your children too harshly."

Rimbaud didn't even look at the pile of documents. After thinking for a moment, he turned his head and looked at the orange-haired boy standing beside him: "It seems that I really put too much pressure on you..."

"So we might as well consider a simpler solution. It's a university anyway. If you want to study, you can apply to London, Paris, Rome, Berlin, those famous schools, you can choose whatever you want."

Mr. Yamada: "..."

So what is your occupation?

"Should I fill in one of the domestic options? Just set a learning goal."

Rimbaud nodded honestly and went to see his son again: "Yes, the teacher is right, just like I used to make a work plan every year when I didn't work for Mr. Sen, I thought in advance how many heads I would get this year. Yes. If you have a goal, you know what to do."

Zhong also nodded honestly and looked at his mother: "I see, then fill in the one with the highest score."

So the two reached a consensus in an instant, and they turned their heads to look at Mr. Yamada——

"Tokyo University School of Medicine, currently the school's major with the highest score requirements in the country."

Yamada didn't know what to say, so he could only be a tool man honestly.

"This major in this school..."

Rimbaud's tone was very relaxed: "If you can pass the exam, you will become alumni with Mr. Mori!"

"What! Will I become the same as Mr. Mori after I learn it? Forget it! I want to graduate as soon as possible. Is there a school with a shorter academic system?"

Zhong Yuanzhong also immediately gave up this option and asked about others.Obviously it was employment counseling. I don’t know why it turned into a voluntary counseling. Mr. Yamada was unable to complain, and came up with a proposal that he had thought about for a long time at the beginning.

"National University of Foreign Studies in Tokyo is very suitable for Mr. Nakahara. He is very sensitive to language and he can speak other languages ​​besides English. These are all advantages and will be taken into consideration by the school when applying for the exam."

"Learning a language? That's good too. Nothing could be easier."

Rimbaud had no objection at all, and she had no objection even if he liked it, and she had no objection. This matter will be considered a final decision.

What she didn't say was that Mr. Nakahara, who was really raised by her since she was a child, dropped out secretly after being admitted to the University of Tokyo, and went to the National University of Foreign Studies honestly after taking the exam again the next year...

In short, so be it, less fuss.

Mr. Yamada heaved a sigh of relief and put away the materials and tried again to bring the topic closer to "employment direction".

"I don't know what kind of work Miss Rimbaud is engaged in, but Mr. Zhong Yuan..."

Before he finished speaking, the light on the mobile phone in Miss Rimbaud's hand suddenly flickered. She quickly pressed the answer button and glanced at Yamada to express her apology.

"It's me, Rimbaud, what is the boss' order?"

The person on the other side of the phone didn't know what to say, her face darkened in an instant, and her murderous look couldn't help but surge: "Got it, I will give you a satisfactory result within a week."

She put away the phone and looked at Yamada after the other party hung up the phone: "Where did you just say? Oh! My career problem."

Mr. Yamada: "..."

No!No problems at all!