Rebirth: He Decides Chapter 576 - 576 Extra 4 Jiang Xiaodou

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Chapter 576: Extra 4: Jiang Xiaodou

“Son, have you turned over a new leaf recently?”

After attending the parent-teacher eting and buying so groceries, Jiang Yan ca ho to see the mother and son playing chess in the living room.

Jiang Xiaodou resembles Mu Jiawen a lot—with similar eyes, nose, forehead, and mouth, almost identical to his mother. It’s only the slightly curly hair on his head and his long arms and legs that resemble him.

“They’re all fools. It’s no fun when bullying is so easy,” he said.

Even though he was only seven years old and on average two years younger than his classmates, he was tall and robust. Plus, his uncle often took him to the boxing gym to practice.

So, even if one doesn’t compare IQ, simply based on brute strength, no one could bully him.

Seeing Jiang Yan return, Mu Jiawen wanted to ask about the parent-teacher eting. She quickly finished the ga and stood up to leave.

Leaving Jiang Xiaodou staring blankly at the chessboard, completely baffled by his mother’s moves.

“How did it go? Did the teacher say anything?”

“Nothing but praise,” Jiang Yan proudly said as he took out the groceries one by one and placed them on the kitchen countertop. “The way the teacher looked at

was full of admiration.”

Mu Jiawen was about to ask what there was to admire about him when her phone in her pocket started to buzz insistently, several tis in a row.

She didn’t go anywhere, just leaned against the kitchen sliding door and looked at her phone while chatting.

A few minutes later, Mu Jiawen looked up at Jiang Yan with a puzzled expression, “What exactly did you say in your ssages?”

“Nothing much, just casually ntioned how to raise your son. Isn’t that what they wanted to know?”

The words sounded fine, but Mu Jiawen felt that sothing was amiss.

Because many parents in the group were tagging her, telling her how lucky she was and expressing their envy.

There were no teachers in this parent group. Seeing that it was mostly mothers, Mu Jiawen didn’t add Jiang Yan to it.

Talk about how to raise a son, and then other mothers are envious of her?

She was sowhat baffled by this.

Her phone buzzed a few more tis, and when Mu Jiawen checked it, she saw a ssage from one of the mothers—

[Zimo’s mom, you’ve been so quiet, I didn’t expect you to be so skilled at training n. Why don’t you share with us how you train your husband? Pass on so tips so we can relax a bit and not have it so tough.]

Mu Jiawen: …

She furrowed her brows, feeling that the ssage was passive-aggressive and made her uncomfortable.

She lifted her phone to take a picture of Jiang Yan, who was washing vegetables, and sent it to the group, followed by a reply.

[Sorry, no ti right now. I’m watching my husband cook.]

The group went silent in an instant, and no one reached out to her anymore.

…

After a weekend passed by, Jiang Xiaodou arrived at school on Monday.

“Jiang Zimo, I heard that your dad has taken care of you since you were little, and he’s done all the chores. So, what does your mom do?”

Just as he reached his desk and hadn’t even put down his school bag, a tall boy sitting at the back of the class blurted out loudly.

“Exactly, is your mom just lazy, and your dad had no choice but to do everything?”

Without waiting for Jiang Xiaodou to turn around, soone from a seat further back on the right chid in, also a boy.

After the parents’ eting last Friday, their mothers returned ho and wouldn’t stop nagging about how not only was Jiang Zimo excellent, his dad was even better, very thoughtful, and had taken care of him since he was born, never causing any trouble for his mom.

Do you know why their child is excellent?

Because he is raised by his dad, and children brought up by their fathers are smarter.

So don’t bla

anymore when your son doesn’t do well in exams. How can he be excellent if you don’t spend a single day with him?

The dads fired back confidently: Aren’t children supposed to be raised by won? I’ve been helping you, so what are you doing?

In short, it was a case of each proclaiming their own righteousness, and it nearly ca to blows at the heat of the argunt.

The children watched their perfectly fine hos beco shrouded in gloom because of what Jiang Zimo’s dad said, and they couldn’t help but hold a grudge against the Jiang family.

Doesn’t every family have the mother raising the children? Why is it just your family that’s different, not like the others?

This resentnt, still fresh after two days, caused them to unleash it the mont they saw Jiang Xiaodou on Monday.

Jiang Xiaodou cursed silently, you idiots, then turned around with an icy look to gaze at those boys and laughed, “What you’re saying is really funny, what do you an my dad had no choice but to do it? Who decided that household chores must be done by the mother, and the father can’t do it? If n are naturally taller and stronger, what’s wrong with doing more work? If you can do more at work and for others, can’t you do more at ho? If you can help your boss and others, can’t you help your own wife? No, that’s not right, doing chores at ho shouldn’t be called helping, because that’s also his ho, and it’s sothing he ought to do.

Just like how my dad takes care of , I am his son, isn’t it natural that he should? Why does it have to be my mom who takes care of ? My dad said that it was already very hard for my mom to carry and give birth to . If she had to struggle to take care of

as well, wouldn’t that an all the hardship is left to my mom, then what’s the use of him being a man?

The way you talk so self-righteously, I can guess what your dads are like…”

He stopped speaking there, not continuing any further, but muttered softly, “Well-mannered children know not to carelessly comnt on soone else’s parents, so as long as you’re clear about what kind of persons your dads are, there’s no need for others to say it. But with you guys like this, I truly feel sorry for your moms. From being pregnant with you to giving birth and then raising you, what exactly have they brought up? Never considering your own mom’s feelings, don’t you know your mother’s hardships? Or does your family believe in male superiority, and chores, cooking, and taking care of children should all be done by the mother? Should the father just sit back with his legs crossed and wait for dinner like so lord?

No way, no way, what era is this, and your family still follows such outdated notions? You were all born of your mothers, not found outside, can you really just watch her suffer like that?

Then you truly are ungrateful wretches.

My dad often reminds

to be considerate of female classmates at school, to help the girls out when it’s our turn for duties, to be a gentleman. That we shouldn’t be male chauvinists…”

The young female class teacher standing by the window outside felt quite pleased when she first heard his words; his father was admirable for raising such a fine son. Then she grew sowhat moved, thinking that perhaps her own standards for choosing a partner were too low, that a man shouldn’t only be career-driven to be considered a catch, but he should also be family-oriented and capable of taking care of children and doing household chores.

As she witnessed the boy speak on without any sign of stopping, endlessly rattling on, the girls in the class were moved, and they glared angrily at the boys he addressed. Even two of the girls threw their books at the boy who had initially provoked Jiang Zimo, calling him shaless and embarrassing, telling the male chauvinist to get lost.

The class teacher realized she needed to intervene before the boy’s instigation erupted into chaos in the class, with the possibility that the boys might get mobbed by the girls.

So she quickly went around to the front door and entered the classroom, having to slap the lecture desk several tis before it was effective.

She looked at Jiang Xiaodou, who was still standing, with a complex expression and asked, “Why are you still standing? Haven’t you said enough?”