There Are Always Teachers Who Want To Ask Out Parents

Chapter 58: Candid

Several people were clamoring around the door of the teacher's office, especially the shrill female voice. Standing in the middle, Qi Yan looked conspicuous because of her tall stature. She raised her head slightly and did not speak. The expression on her face could not be seen clearly from this distance.

Lu Zhiqiao's heart tightened, she had a premonition that something bad was going on, and she walked over with her reckless legs.

"I said that my son didn't do it on purpose. What do children know at this age? You have no sense being a teacher, and you beat the child like this..." The speaker was a middle-aged woman with a low ponytail and short and plump body, with curly hair flying up in front of her forehead, and a pair of bulging eyes showing full of meanness.

As she spoke, she tugged at the boy next to her, and said angrily, "Look! The swelling on his face hasn't gone down yet!"

The boy was tall and thin, and looked a little frail, with his head bowed in a submissive manner, and his eyes were carved out of the same mold as a middle-aged woman. His left cheek is a little red, and there are faint fingerprints on it, which can't be clearly seen unless one looks carefully.

"My son was sent to school in good condition, and that's why you beat him like this? Whose child doesn't make mistakes, do you need to use such a cruel hand! The current teachers are really rebellious..."

The middle-aged woman stared at Qi Yan viciously, cursing and thrashing.

Qi Yan's face turned pale, her chin raised slightly, and looked at the woman quietly, with bone-chilling deep eyes, without saying a word.

On the other hand, Yang Qing, who was next to her couldn't stand it any longer, and stepped forward to reason: "What do you mean a teacher has no sense? Your son was indecent okay? Just say it wasn't intentional and brush it off? Is everything that comes out of his mouth true? Now he dared to lay hands on his teacher, he'll be great when he grows up."

Another onlooker teacher also chimed in: "Yeah, no one knows what the real situation is. It all depends on the child's mouth. What if he lied and framed her? Teacher Qi won't beat someone for no reason."

"You mean my son is lying? How can he lie when he is so young?"

As Lu Zhiqiao approached, she clearly heard the word "indecent" and her mind froze. Her heart sank suddenly, and rushed forward without thinking too much, "What happened?"

The quarrel was interrupted, and several people turned their heads to look over.

At that moment, Qi Yan's breath relaxed, and her tightly clenched fists loosened, a hole was torn in the thick and gloomy darkness in front of her eyes, and the light shone through the crack, turning the ashes into dust.

She subconsciously wanted to reach out, but suddenly realized something, and forcibly retracted the hand that was raised in the air, pretending to brush her hair naturally, suppressing all the emotions in her eyes.

Qiao Qiao

How come you're here?

"You are?" Yang Qing asked suspiciously.

"I..." Lu Zhiqiao opened her mouth, reacted quickly, looked at Qi Yan and said with a smile, "Teacher Qi, I'm here to pick up my daughter from school."

Just now, she rushed over with a feverish brain, and she didn't care about anything at all. Now she suddenly woke up. She is just a parent. She has no right and no position to meddle in the affairs between the teacher and other parents. She can only explain the reason first and give herself an excuse.

Obviously something happened, other parents came to trouble Qi Yan, her ridiculous way of interrupting was completely useless, if she didn't cover it up in time, it would arouse suspicion.

Fortunately, she controlled herself and reacted in time.

"Hey, are you a parent too?" Without waiting for Qi Yan to speak, the middle-aged woman spoke.

She clapped her hands, thinking that she had found an ally, and said with a loud voice: "Then be the judge too. My son was playing with his classmates in the classroom this morning. Boys, pushing and shoving is normal. Teacher Qi happened to be there next to him, someone accidentally bumped into Teacher Qi's x, and ended up being slapped like this, take a look."

Then she pointed to the boy's face.

"My son said he was pushed by a classmate. It was obviously not intentional. The child is so honest at home and has never bullied a female classmate since he was a child. How could he do such a thing on purpose? Indecent? Be responsible and stop talking indiscriminately!

"It must be that my son is not pleasing to the eye. And this teacher must've been bored, looked for an excuse and did this on purpose! This kind of teacher may also bully your daughter..."

The woman was chattering non-stop, like a very noisy old sparrow.

Lu Zhiqiao's face became more and more rigid, and an unknown fire rushed straight to the top of her head. She interrupted in a deep voice: "That means your son did get his hands on something that shouldn't be touched."

The woman choked.

"Do you know what self-defense is? Since your son touched the teacher, and the teacher reacted instinctively out of self-defense, there is nothing wrong. Or do you think the teacher should tell your son that it was a good encounter? Encourage him?" Lu Zhiqiao's expression is calm, but every word sounds aggressive.

The woman babbled and croaked for half a day, and kept saying the same things repeatedly, because she felt that her child had been wronged, and she desperately tried to justify him, even throwing dirty water back.

To confuse the public, she tried to create an unwarranted confrontation, and pull her into her camp.

Parents who don't have their own opinions are easily swayed.

Everything has a cause to have an effect, it is simply absurd to infer the cause from the effect, and it is even more stupid to create conflicts.

"Eh, it's not like the kid did it on purpose..."

"Could it be that the teacher did it on purpose?" Lu Zhiqiao sneered, with a piercing pressure in her eyes.

"There is injustice. But Teacher Qi is also a victim. You're saying that your son was pushed, so you should go to the person who pushed your son to settle the score. If he dares to push your son against the teacher today, he will dare to push your son to crash a car tomorrow. If he's bad at such a young age, making jokes about the safety of his classmates, playing too much is a crime, as a parent, aren't you afraid?"

The words hit the point, and the middle-aged woman was speechless for a moment.

If this parent could understand some things, she would naturally know that it was not the teacher, but the parent of the student who pushed his son, but judging from her unreasonable attitude just now, it is likely that she'll still cause Qi Yan trouble.

It's like when a car which is driving normally, suddenly hit a person who jumped out from the side of the road wanting to commit suicide, and it accidentally killed him. If the family members have no conscience, they will extort some money from the driver.

She is a bystander, she has no position to intervene, nor is she qualified to intervene.

She did her best.

Lu Zhiqiao thought so.

Qi Yan looked sideways at Lu Zhiqiao, her eyes were indifferent, with hands behind her back tightly grabbing her clothes. She quickly looked away, pursed her lips tightly, her eyes were a little moist, she blinked lightly, her face remained expressionless.

Qiao Qiao.

Why are you here?

"Then..." The middle-aged woman was stunned for a while, then turned to ask the boy, "Yangyang, who pushed you?"

"It seems to be Xu Ming...or Li Jinyue..." The boy scratched his head, not sure.  At that time, he was walking in front, and the three students behind were stunned by the beating, and didn't even pay attention to who pushed him.

Now, he couldn't figure it out for a moment.

The woman frowned, looked at Qi Yan, and then looked at Lu Zhiqiao, with obvious fear in her eyes, she curled her lips and said, "It's strange, you are also a parent, and you talk to the teacher like this. You don't usually send a lot of gifts, do you?"

Hearing the sound, Qi Yan's heart skipped a beat, and she subconsciously raised her head to look at Lu Zhiqiao, worry flashing away in her eyes.

The accusation of bribery is too heavy. In the past, Lu Zhiqiao always used her identity as a teacher to pick on her, and she was most concerned about any interests involved with her. The two of them tried their best to avoid suspicion.  It's just that today was such a coincidence that a troublesome incident involved both of them at the same time.

Although there is no relationship between them in the strict sense of giving gifts and accepting bribes, they are actually much closer than this.

The accusation is false, but not totally wrong.

Qi Yan herself doesn't care, the most she can do is resign, but she doesn't want to involve Lu Zhiqiao, she doesn't want the pure relationship between the two of them to be stigmatized, she doesn't want to be frightened, sneaky, desperately restrained every day, and she doesn't want to be afraid of accusers and ridicules that may come to her head at any time.

She work because of dreams and happiness. If dreams are shattered and happiness cannot be found, there is no need to persevere.

At this moment, she thought of leaving.

What about Qiao Qiao?

How should she explain?

"It's useless to divert the conflict, you're just wrong." Lu Zhiqiao looked at her indifferently, and replied lightly.

"You don't dare to go to other parents, and you don't care about the safety of your own child. You just think that the teacher is a soft persimmon and easy to bully. I advise you to save some morals and give your son a way back, in case those who pushed him caused trouble and something happens to your son, Teacher Qi will be the one to come and uphold justice."

The woman was speechless for a moment: "You..."

"What's going on? It's noisy." A thick male voice came from behind, everyone turned their heads, and a middle-aged man with a serious face came over.

Qi Yan held her breath: "Principal Pan."

Pan Mou, the vice president of academic affairs.

It happened that she ran into the head, Qi Yan knew that this matter would never end, after the incident of the students jumping off the building last time, she had lost confidence in the principal, this time she would suffer no matter what. When the middle-aged woman heard that he is the principal, she immediately became agitated, her stagnant momentum rose instantly, she bit Qi Yan with words and beat his son, insisting on giving an explanation.

There were still a few minutes before school ends, and the two sides were arguing endlessly. Principal Pan didn't want to make the matter worse, so he dismissed the onlookers with a few words and took them to watch the surveillance.

Lu Zhiqiao watched Qi Yan go away...

They couldn't even exchange glances.

Feeling powerless in her heart, she felt more and more small, unable to help, unable to do anything for Qi Yan, and might even cause Qi Yan trouble.

Repression, restraint, forbearance, it didn't set her free.

Lu Zhiqiao stood there for a while, when the bell rang, she turned her head to look at the classroom of Class 2, and walked over with stiff steps, mechanically.

….

The surveillance records are very clear, and the screen shows that Qi Yan is standing in the corridor near the back door of the class, looking towards the stairs.  A few students came out from the back door of the classroom, Du Shuyang walked in front, stepped out of the door with one foot, and jumped forward suddenly, and fell on Qi Yan unexpectedly.

Inertia caused the two of them to bump into the fence of the corridor, and Du Shuyang's hand touched Qi Yan's x...

During slow playback, the moment Du Shuyang pounced on Qi Yan, a boy who was standing slightly to the right behind withdrew his hand. The boy's name was Li Jinyue. Switching to the monitor in the classroom, a few boys were indeed playing around all the time.

Only some details make it difficult to distinguish.

When Du Shuyang passively pounced on Qi Yan, his hands subconsciously hugged her shoulders, and then the two hit the fence, and his hands fell on Qi Yan's x inadvertently, and in the next second, Qi Yan pushed him away very quickly, slapping him.

For a moment, no matter how fast or slow, no matter how many times, they can't tell whether it was intentional or unintentional.

"I really didn't do it on purpose..." The boy was extremely wronged, with a sullen face as if he was about to cry.

The middle-aged woman felt that she was justified after watching the surveillance, insisting on Qi Yan to apologize to her son, and also asked Qi Yan to severely criticize the boy who pushed her son on her behalf.

There is no point in arguing whether those hands were intentional or not. There is no guarantee that the student's parents wouldn't scold them for something unpleasant. Qi Yan just wanted to end this matter as soon as possible, so she compromised: "Your son should also apologize to me."

"Why? It's you—"

"Okay." Principal Pan frowned then interrupted, his head is already aching from the quarrel, "Apologize to each other. Your son bumped into Teacher Qi first. She was acting in self-defense, but she didn't hit that hard. Is that clear?"

The woman's face was flushed with anger. Seeing that the principal had said so, she couldn't argue with anything, so she pulled the boy's hand and signaled with her eyes.

"Teacher Qi, I'm sorry..." he said in a low voice.

Qi Yan hooked the corner of her mouth and smiled coldly "I'm sorry, Du Shuyang, I hit you too hard." After speaking, she gave the woman a sideways look, turned and left.

Fine raindrops pattered down, splashing transparent and flying water, a lightning flashed across the sky, and thunderstorms rolled in the clouds.

It was after school hours, and the campus was still full of noise.

Qi Yan returned to the North Teaching Building, put away her umbrella, and went up against the crowd going downstairs.

Every day at this time of day the stairs are so congested because the children are rushing to go home, so there is no need to keep to the right. She was leaning against the wall at the moment, submerged in the crowd going downstairs, her ears were buzzing, feeling weak and tired.

A trace of boredom popped up.

Fortunately, she still has a wall to stick to, and the students will consciously give way when they see a teacher, so that she will not be squeezed down.

About two or three minutes later, Qi Yan climbed up to the fourth floor with a folding umbrella. When she turned the corner, she saw Lu Zhiqiao standing at the door of the office with her daughter in her arms. Her lips curled up, showing a comfortable smile.

It was as if she hadn't climbed the stairs, but came back after going through all kinds of difficulties and dangers, and reunited with the person who had been waiting for her in the warmest harbor.

All the bitterness is not worth mentioning.

"Teacher Qi." Lu Wei called out politely.

The north side of the fourth floor is for the third year and there is still one class before school ends, so it is relatively quiet, and there are not so many people walking around at the moment. Even so, Qi Yan couldn't show too much joy, she smiled, suppressed the emotion in her eyes, walked over calmly, and said in a low voice: "It's okay, take Niu Niu back first, let's talk about this tonight."

The two kept a normal distance, neither far nor close.

"...okay." Lu Zhiqiao stared at her, words full of worries came to her mouth but got swallowed, her throat choked a little, "I'll wait for you at dinner."

"Mm."

Lu Zhiqiao pursed her lips and smiled, the black mole at the corner of her eyes was overshadowed by tears. She held her daughter's hand tightly, looked away reluctantly, walked past Qi Yan slowly, and walked towards the stairs.

Before turning the corner, she glanced sideways.

Qi Yan also happened to turn around to look at her.

They looked at each other and smiled.

Dinner is served at 901, Lu Zhiqiao seldom has time to cook, so most of the dishes she prepared are Qi Yan's favorite dishes. In fact, she didn't specifically choose which ones Qi Yan liked or didn't like, but she subconsciously remembered them when shopping for groceries and bought a lot.

The dinner table was quiet and no one spoke.

Qi Yan's expression was indifferent, a little absent-minded, she ate the rice bite by bite without putting any food in the bowl after finishing it. Lu Zhiqiao was watching from the side. Seeing her like this, her heart was filled with anxiety. She wanted to say something, but felt that she couldn't comfort others. Many words were stuck in her throat and she couldn't speak.

"Teacher Qi, mom made this specially for you. She said you like to eat it." Lu Wei put more than half of an eggplant with minced meat into Qi Yan's bowl, grinning.

Lu Zhiqiao paused with her chopsticks.

Qi Yan came back to her senses, looked down at the eggplant in the bowl, raised her eyebrows and smiled at the mother and daughter, picked it up and took a bite, chewed it carefully, swallowed it, and praised: "The eggplant made by Qiao Qiao is delicious.”

"Qiao Qiao?" The little girl was surprised, "Is that mom's nickname?"

Lu Zhiqiao's scalp tingled and her face turned red.

"Yes, you are Niu Niu, she is Qiao Qiao, and I am Yan Yan."

"Hahaha, neat and tidy?"

"Baby." Lu Zhiqiao snorted slightly, "Don't laugh when you eat, you'll choke later."

"Oh~"

The little girl lowered her head and concentrated on eating.

Qi Yan pursed her lips and smiled, raised her eyes and glanced at Lu Zhiqiao, who also happened to be secretly looking at her. Her eyes were caught off guard, startled, she hurriedly turned her face away, and pretended to look at the dishes on the plate.

After eating, Qi Yan didn't sit down and went back early.

She didn't mention a word about what happened later in the afternoon. She was clearly in a bad mood at the dinner table, but she cooperated with the child to force a smile and pretended to be fine, but she couldn't hide it from Lu Zhiqiao's eyes. Apparently, things didn't turn out well.

Lu Zhiqiao was worried, cleaned up the kitchen, urged her daughter to do her homework, and knocked on the opposite door.

After knocking for a long time, the door opened.

Qi Yan was standing under the lamp in her pajamas, her face was a little haggard, her long hair was casually loose, her dark brown eyes lit up the moment she saw Lu Zhiqiao. She regained her spirit. She grabbed Lu Zhiqiao's wrist, pulled the woman in, closed the door, and couldn't wait to hug her.

"Qiao Qiao..."

She was waiting for her.

She knew she would come.

It was like suddenly appearing in front of her in the afternoon.

A light cedar fragrance lingered at the tip of Lu Zhiqiao's nose. She quietly nestled in Qi Yan's arms and let her hug her. Feeling the arms getting tighter and tighter around her waist, she also grabbed her shoulders as if responding, and whispered softly: "I'm here."

Qi Yan hummed and pecked at her ear.

Thin soft lips outline the shape of her ear, bit by bit, inch by inch, every corner is not spared, and finally stop on the earlobe, sucking carefully.

Lu Zhiqiao was trembling uncontrollably, a little uncomfortable, hummed in her throat, tilted her head, and asked vaguely: "How are things…? The principal didn't make things difficult for you, did he?"

"No, we apologized to each other." Qi Yan chased after her to find her earlobe.

"They made you apologize too?" Lu Zhiqiao was startled and out of breath, "Why?"

"I don't want to talk about it anymore, let this matter go." Finding Lu Zhiqiao's earlobe, Qi Yan closed her eyes and lingered wantonly.

Lu Zhiqiao immediately fell silent, and leaned softly into her arms.

The temperature of her lips was slightly burning, and so was her breath, which made her ears red and hot. Qi Yan didn't stay for long, and slowly moved along her cheekbones to the end of her eyes, carefully sucking the tear mole and tasting it gently.

The living room is dimly lit, surrounded by silence, and the quiet environment is hazy, like adding oil to the fire, making people more and more addicted.

"Qiao Qiao..." Qi Yan called out in a low voice.

"Mm."

"Do you care about me?" she asked.

Lu Zhiqiao froze, as if a hole had been punctured in her heart, all the rich, complicated, and messy things flowed out, full of flavors. She hummed lightly and said, "I care."

The unexpected answer was candid and decisive, Qi Yan's heart trembled, she took a deep breath, and hugged her tightly.

"Do you like me?"

Qi Yan had never formally asked this question, and she dared not ask, and was also afraid of hearing an answer that would make her despair.

This afternoon was probably the bleakest time in her teaching career. She thought she had finally encountered something disgusting and was going to be completely crushed, but she didn't expect Lu Zhiqiao to suddenly appear in front of her.

She appeared suddenly, without warning, like a god.

She has met everyone and can handle everything, but when she saw Lu Zhiqiao at that time, she suddenly felt that she was so fragile and needed someone to hold her hand and give her a hug.

Qiao Qiao came.

She couldn't wait any longer.

There was a moment of silence, the air became condensed, Qi Yan quietly waited for the answer, and heard her heart beating wildly in her throat.

"I like you."

"!"

Lu Zhiqiao buried her face in Qi Yan's hair, closed her eyes, and said softly, "But I don't understand, and I don't know how. What you're giving me, I can't give you..."