Lan Jie found that he didn't know how to evaluate this junior high school student. Even if Qiao Yu said that there was a forty-year-old soul in his body, he would probably believe it. Even if the smile on the child's face was still a little green.

I can only comfort myself in my heart. At least judging from the current situation, Qiao Yu is still willing to trust the teacher and share so many very private things in life with him. This is also a good start.

But when I talk to Qiao Yu's mother about Qiao Yu's future later, I may need to change the direction.

Although he felt that there was something wrong with Qiao Yu's way of making money, he was not a legal practitioner after all, and he really couldn't tell whether it was illegal. But even if it was not illegal, he was definitely testing the edges.

To be honest, Qiao Yu's experience made Lan Jie feel very sad.

It’s really not an era when everything is low-grade and only high-quality students can study well.

Entering the 21st century, young people’s definition of success is completely different from that of the older generation. The rapid development of the Internet has led to the rise of emerging industry chains such as e-sports and the Internet celebrity economy. Professional players and top Internet celebrities are now It seems to be more admired among young people.

With Qiao Yu's current earning power, Lan Jie felt that there was a real question mark as to whether he could calm down and study.

Now we can only hope that Qiao Yu's mother can be a little more old-fashioned, but thinking that this mother can help Qiao Yu take sick leave and allow him to skip school and go to the Internet cafe to make money, Lan Jie feels very desperate.

No, Qiao Yu is not yet an adult. Logically speaking, there are restrictions on all aspects of WeChat payment collection. Maybe Qiao Yu’s WeChat account was created with the help of her mother, and the real-name information related to money is not Qiao Yu’s at all.

Time flew by in Lan Jie's wild thoughts, and soon packed meals were delivered from the restaurant.

After walking out of the restaurant, Lang Jie, who was worried, had no intention of continuing to talk. He was silent a lot along the way. Fortunately, the community was right next to the restaurant.

The old community of more than thirty years has the smell of time everywhere, and when dinner is being cooked, there is a strong smell of fireworks.

It's just that the cars in the community make the already narrow internal roads even more cramped, and even the fire escapes are blocked.

Qiao Yu turned a blind eye to all this. Carrying the packed lunch box, he led Lan Jie through the community with ease. Soon he came to a building. When he walked into the unit, Lan Jie paid special attention to the house number. No. 3, Building 10, Railway New Village.

Climbing to the third floor, Qiao Yu stopped in front of door No. 6, turned to look at Lan Jie, and said very maturely: "Teacher Lan, you didn't tell me in advance that you would come to visit, in case my mother is rude in any way. Don't mind, I'll apologize for her first."

Before Lan Jie could figure out what this sentence meant, Qiao Yu's thumb was already on the fingerprint lock.

The next moment, the door was opened.

"Mom..." Qiao Yu called out calmly, and then closed the door again. Fortunately, this kid stood in front of Lan Jie, otherwise he might have hit the door directly.

Before Lan Jie could ask questions, he heard a "bang", probably something hitting the door.

Qiao Yu explained with a hint of apology, and explained in a low voice: "I'm sorry, Teacher Lan, in fact, my mother has a very good and gentle temper when she is sober. Although she is a bit irritable when she is tipsy, she still talks about the basics. It makes sense."

Lan Jie was a little confused, and then he vaguely heard a crisp voice coming from the room, and he didn't know what he said.

However, Qiao Yu didn't explain. Instead, he shouted to the ajar door: "Mom, don't look at the shoe for now. A teacher is coming to visit your home."

Lan Jie: "..."

"Ah! Wait!"

There was a scream of unknown meaning in the house, followed by a banging sound. Before Lan Jie could recover, he heard a gentle voice: "Okay, let the teacher come in."

Qiao Yu opened the door again, turned around and smiled at Lan Jie behind him, then walked in with the bag.

For a moment, this young child's normal smile made Lan Jie feel a little nervous.

The experienced math teacher shook his head, as if he could get rid of the ridiculous feeling. Then he looked up and saw the woman who had already arrived at the door.

very beautiful……

When he saw Qiao Yu's mother for the first time, the first thing that came to Lan Jie's mind was this very simple evaluation.

After all, I am not a Chinese teacher, and I don’t like to use those gorgeous words to describe that kind of beauty.

If I had to ask this math teacher to describe it, probably even though the woman in front of me is obviously bare-faced, she can already beat 80% of the women who usually watch small video software with their beauty settings turned on.

It's not without its shortcomings.

For example, the face looks unhealthy and very white. But it is not the kind of milky white that is as warm and moist as jade. It is simply the kind of paleness that results from lack of exercise and long-term exposure to the sun.

But he lacks exercise, but like Qiao Yu, he has a very slender figure.

Drink alcohol, eat well, don't exercise, don't gain weight... are you naturally beautiful?

Yes, before Qiao Yu opened the door, Lan Jie, who had been thinking about how to talk to Qiao Yu's mother about the boy's talent, probably also thought about what this mother might look like. But he didn't expect it. She is a beautiful woman who looks gentle and gentle.

If the other person was a few years younger, Lan Jie would even praise her mother in her head for being so young and elegant, like Lin Daiyu...

"I'm sorry, teacher, I just thought he was playing outside and didn't know how to go home. By the way, you are Qiao Yu's..."

"His name is Lan Jie, a mathematics teacher in the high school department of our school." Qiao Yu, who was changing his shoes, answered casually.

"You kid, you want to call me teacher, Teacher Lan, wait, eh? High school... Um, Qiao Yu, are you already in high school?" Qiao Yu's mother asked subconsciously, her tone uncertain.

Well, Lang Jie is sure that this mother must have been drinking. Although she looks sober, people who don’t drink are very sensitive to the smell of alcohol. When she talks to the other person, she can clearly smell the smell of alcohol. .

"Well, Qiao Yu's mother, the child is still in the third grade of junior high school. I am here to talk to you about the future of the child, especially about his talent in mathematics." Lan Jie calmed down and said.

Well, it's not particularly new for parents to be confused about whether their children are in middle or high school. Lan Jie has seen it a lot and is used to it.

The general social environment is that parents are trying their best to educate their children, especially in a city with strong education like Star City. In order to get their children into the top four universities, many parents do whatever they can to get their children admitted. However, there are also many parents who no longer believe that education can

He changed his destiny against nature and had no concern for his children's education.

Of course, this cannot be entirely blamed on the parents. Whose family doesn’t have a difficult time these days? Let alone a single-parent family.
Chapter completed!