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Lu Youzhe quietly touched his backside, realizing that he was in trouble; his rear end wouldn't be safe tonight.
"I'm sorry, Teacher Sang, for causing you trouble," Lu Jingzhi said.
For some reason, the way Lu Jingzhi said "Teacher Sang" had an inexplicable charm that made her heart flutter.
There was no real trouble with her own student; it was better for Lu to just sit down. Standing gave him an overwhelming presence.
Lu Jingzhi obediently took a seat on the nearby chair, but the cramped space made it difficult for his long legs to stretch out comfortably.
Sang Yu glanced at Lu Jingzhi's position and couldn't help but mutter softly, "Why is he sitting so close? Is there not enough room over there? Why does he have to squeeze in here?"
Lu Jingzhi watched Sang Yu as she muttered under her breath, her expressions changing constantly. He found it particularly amusing; how had he never noticed before how cute she was?
Sang Yu began to understand why Lu Youzhe was such a troublemaker—he was just like Lu Jingzhi, that rascal. Back in high school, Lu Jingzhi had truly embodied the role of a school bully. However, he had principles and never bullied his classmates; otherwise, Sang Yu wouldn't have liked him.
After thinking for a moment, Sang Yu spoke up, "Youzhe is actually quite smart and performs well academically; he just tends to be a bit too mischievous. This is the fourth time he's been involved in a fight this semester. I hope you can pay more attention to him as parents. The school and parents need to work together."
As the homeroom teacher, she understood Lu Youzhe's family situation fairly well. His family owned a company, and his father was often busy. She thought that perhaps his parents didn't have much time to care for him, which led him to seek attention in this way.
"Teacher Sang," Lu Jingzhi interjected, "you're overthinking it! The whole family focuses on this kid; he's just naturally mischievous."
Sang Yu felt helpless. "Youzhe isn't bad per se; he doesn't bully others but has a tendency to play pranks on his classmates. This fight with He Qingrui was mainly because of him."
Moreover, nowadays children can't be scolded or punished too harshly; it's difficult for teachers to manage them effectively.
"Yes, Teacher Sang is right. We will definitely discipline our child more in the future," Lu Jingzhi said with an apologetic demeanor that left Sang Yu unsure of how to respond. When had she ever seen him like this?
"Educating children shouldn't rely on force; they need gradual guidance and more attention and care."
"Does he look like someone who would use force?" Lu Jingzhi asked.
"Don't you know what you were like in high school?" Sang Yu retorted.
Lu Jingzhi looked at the girl lecturing him and couldn't help but doubt if this was really Sang Yu. Had she changed so much? She used to barely speak a few words in a day.
Sang Yu noticed Lu Jingzhi staring blankly and felt annoyed. "Lu, did you hear what I said?"
Raising an eyebrow, Lu Jingzhi thought it seemed like Teacher Sang was a bit angry. His charming eyes turned toward her as he replied, "I heard you, Teacher Sang."
"How strange," she thought. How could she detect tenderness in his tone?
Lu Jingzhi was somewhat surprised as well; he hadn't expected her temperament to have changed so much over the years. She dared to argue with him now—back then, whatever he said went unquestioned.
While Lu Jingzhi marveled at how much Sang Yu had changed, she internally mused about how thick-skinned he still was after all these years; that part of him hadn't changed at all.
At that moment, a stylishly dressed woman hurriedly walked in, the sharp sound of her high heels echoing loudly in the quiet office. "Rui Rui! Rui Rui! Where's my Rui Rui? My darling, let Mommy see where you're hurt!"
The woman quickly found her son and rushed to him, cupping He Qingrui's face in her hands. "Oh dear! My precious, how did you end up with panda eyes? It breaks Mommy's heart! Who did this? Are they trying to ruin my son's looks?"
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