Chapter 27
Transmigrating to the 80s to Become Stepmom to Five Bigwigs
Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios
Shao Xi was a prideful person and wouldnât cry even when he was beaten up. Thinking that Shao Xi was in too much pain, Mu Jingzhe felt even more anxious. âDonât cry, Shao Xi. Donât cry. Weâll go back and apply the medicine now.â
âDid I say he could leave?â The ignored Zhang Fei had a surly expression on his face. âYouâre not allowed to leave until you finish your writing.â
âHow is he going to write when his hand is in this state?â Mu Jingzheâs countenance was equally sullen.
âWhy canât he write? Itâs not broken yet, is it?â
âHe can write just because itâs not broken yet? Even when his hands are in such a state?!â Mu Jingzheâs temper flared up. âAs a teacher, is it appropriate for you to say such things?â
âIâm strict with them precisely because Iâm a teacher!â
Zhang Fei was also angry. âMu Jingzhe, what is this? Am I in the wrong for being a responsible teacher?â
Mu Jingzhe took a deep breath and calmed herself down. This wasnât the modern era, when teachers couldnât punish students physically. In this era, it was acceptable for teachers to mete out corporal punishment. Even parents supported it and would tell the teachers to hit and scold their kids if they were disobedient, believing that only then could they learn to be good.
Never mind if it was right or wrong. There was a limit to everything.
âTeacher Zhang, Iâm not saying that you are wrong for trying to be a responsible teacher. If he made a small mistake, a little punishment is fine, but you canât just keep hitting him. I want to ask, what is it that Shao Xi did wrong? I will teach him that.â
She had to stop the teacher from hitting him so severely.
âYouâll teach him? Are you a teacher?â Zhang Feiâs disdain was clear.
This attitude broadened Mu Jingzheâs horizons. âIâm not a teacher, but Iâm a parent. Since Iâm already here, isnât it better to communicate so that the teacher and parent can teach the child together?â
âAlright, Iâll communicate.â Zhang Fei scoffed. âHis essay was messy, and he was spouting nonsense, so I asked him to rewrite it. His attitude was terrible, and he was unwilling to comply.â
Mu Jingzhe was really shocked this time. âAn essay? Youâre saying Shao Xi canât write an essay?â
âYou must be joking. Forget about everything else. Youâre saying that this future famous writer, a literary giant, canât write a second-grade essay?â
Mu Jingzheâs expression of disbelief made Zhang Fei feel even more displeased.
âWhat? You still donât believe me? Could I be slandering him?â
Mu Jingzhe paused before saying, âShow me his essay.â
Zhang Fei laughed. âYouâre not convinced, are you? Fine, Iâll find it for you!â
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He had torn Shao Xiâs essay apart.
Mu Jingzhe followed his gaze and saw a ball of paper by the door.
Her expression turned cold. âDonât tell me you tore his essay.â
Zhang Fei snorted out of embarrassment. âYes, I tore it. So what? Itâs rubbish.â
Shao Xi looked at Zhang Fei coldly, his eyes filled with hatred.
Mu Jingzhe glared at him before picking up the ball of paper and carefully spreading it out.
Shao Xi was stunned for a moment. When Mu Jingzhe started to read, he wanted to say something but stopped. His expression became awkward.
Second-grade essays were very short, so Mu Jingzhe finished reading it very quickly.
She looked at Zhang Fei.
âYou donât think it was well-written?â
Zhang Fei was about to speak when he saw that Mu Jingzhe was even more worked up than him. âHow is he not good at writing? He writes really well!â
Shao Xi was stunned.
Zhang Feiâs face twisted.
Both of them wanted to see traces of lying on Mu Jingzheâs face, but they didnât. Mu Jingzhe was serious.
Zhang Fei laughed and said, âYou said he writes it well? The topic I set was âmy familyâ. Look at what he wrote!â
âYou are aware of his familyâs condition. His parents are gone, so he wrote an innovative essay. This is excellent creativity!â
In the second grade, other than being asked to write about themselves, students would be asked to write about their parents or family and other things like that. Instead of doing that, Shao Xi had written that he had drunk some magical water and grown up overnight to become a father. He had written about being a father for a day.
There werenât many words, but the narration was clear and the content was very creative.
A childâs world was full of imagination. Shao Xi had revealed his talent from a young age. It was such a pleasant surprise.
In any case, Mu Jingzhe was pleasantly surprised.
Some geniuses were just that incredible.
Mu Jingzhe showed no signs of acting. Zhang Fei was furious. âMu Jingzhe, you⦠you said that on purpose to anger me.â
âI did not. Donât spout nonsense. I really think itâs good. Donât you think so? This is creative. This is wonderful creativity, Teacher!â
Mu Jingzhe wanted to tear Zhang Feiâs head apart to see what he was thinking.
She carefully smoothed out the piece of paper in her hand and said, âTeacher Zhang, donât tear Little Xiâs workbook again. What he wrote is very precious. If you donât like it, others will.â
Although Mu Jingzhe didnât say that he was blind, Zhang Fei wasnât blind and could tell.
The way Mu Jingzhe looked at him was as if he had done something heinous.
Zhang Fei was so angry that he almost couldnât breathe. He looked at Mu Jingzhe and then at the stunned Shao Xi. He pointed fiercely at them and said, âGood, very good. Mu Jingzhe, youâre very good!â
Upon saying that, he turned and left, certain that Mu Jingzhe had done that on purpose.
She had disrespected a teacher, so he wouldnât let this rest so easily!
Mu Jingzhe was also furious as she watched him leave. âWhat kind of attitude is this? You have eyes but canât see Mount?Tai1, and you donât have the standards to appreciate it. Plus, you canât even take criticism?â
Mu Jingzhe was heartbroken. If there were more teachers like this, who knew how many talented students would be buried.
Shao Xi: ââ¦â
He took a deep breath and said, âStop acting. The teacher has already left.â
âIâm not acting. Iâm speaking the truth.â Mu Jingzhe turned her head, thinking that Shao Xi was still young and since his teacher disapproved of his work, he probably didnât have confidence in himself anymore.
She emphasized her next words seriously. âShao Xi, your writing is really good. Was anything else torn? You canât lose your papers. You have to keep everything.â
A second-grade essay by a literary giant was also a rare treasure, so he had to keep it all.
As he looked at Mu Jingzheâs serious expression, Shao Xi couldnât tell if this was real or fake.
âThe ones I wrote previously werenât torn up, only this one was. The rest is in the exercise book.â
Shao Xiâs homework had been left alone on the podium.
Mu Jingzhe quickly took it and carefully shook off the chalk dust. âMake sure you donât tear it.â
Shao Xi looked at her. âYou really think Iâm a good writer?â
âOf course. Why would I lie to you?â
Mu Jingzhe wanted to take a look immediately, but her attention was quickly attracted by Shao Xiâs hand, and she blew on it.
âLetâs go tend to your hand first.â
Shao Xiâs expression was extremely stiff. This woman had actually blown on his hand?
Did she really think that she was his mother?
Although she had said that she was going to tend to his palm, there was actually no medicine. All she did was chew a wormwood leaf she found by the roadside and wrap it in his palm.
Since his hand had been wrapped, it was inconvenient for him to eat. Mu Jingzhe wanted to feed him, but Shao Xi refused and insisted on eating by himself.
After he ate, Mu Jingzhe asked impatiently, âShao Xi, can I take a look at your other essays?â
Shao Xi wanted to refuse, but in the end, he nodded.
He wanted to see how far she could take this.
Mu Jingzhe was shocked after reading them.
âWaa⦠Shao Xi, youâre amazing. How did your little head become so clever? Where did these marvelous ideas come from?â
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