No matter how uproarious the outside world becos, Qi De Academy remains a place of tranquility.
As if~
But no matter how much commotion they make, if they don’t pass the test, not only can’t they leave, but they might also face punishnt.
After several rounds of stern asures, another batch of students passed the test.
Su Li stood on the rooftop of the manor, watching as these parents fled in a hurry. Among them, so had their children with them, so left alone, and so couples supported each other as they departed.
Not all wounds can be healed or forgiven.
Among the qualified parents were Taohua’s parents, as well as the parents of Xiang Dongxing, Skinny, and Jie Xifang.
Other than Xiang Dongxing, who hesitated for a long ti before deciding to follow his parents as the second student leaving after the chubby one,
the rest all expressed their preference to stay at Qi De Academy.
Children who were heartlessly sent to Zhengmiao School by their parents were either undervalued mbers of their family or from complex households with particularly tyrannical and independent parents.
Parents will never know that children may love them more than they imagine, but even that love can be exhausted.
They just don’t want to be hurt again. If a deeply loving child is too afraid to reach out again, it shows how much the parents have failed.
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With the in-depth investigation of the largest disappearance case in a century, Zhengmiao School collapsed as well.
A series of related individuals were imprisoned, the incident so sensational and impactful that it rivaled the disappearance of hundreds.
The entire nation was in an uproar; no one could have imagined such corruption existed in broad daylight.
Various dia raced to report the news, and many people who saw the news on dia had the first reaction: No way.
Zhengmiao School had a good reputation within the city.
Many parents who had once sent their children there returned to boast about the remarkable and rapid effects.
"Hey, your child is disobedient and mischievous, right? Just send them to Zhengmiao School for so ti, look at how well-behaved my kid is now."
A boy with a blank look followed his parents, his head down, obediently trailing them, doing whatever they said.
These personal testimonials could move many.
At least Lu Xue was one of them.
"Xiaofeng, stop watching TV and co eat dinner."
"Hmm, got it." Her son’s chanical and indifferent tone always unsettled Lu Xue, making her reminisce the energetic and mischievous voice he once had.
She slapped her forehead heavily, wondering what she was thinking. Isn’t this well-behaved son the one she always dread of having?
In the past, when her child was rebellious, if she said one thing, he would have three replies waiting for her, telling him to study well and not watch TV, especially not the sports channel, he simply wouldn’t listen.
Anyway, she didn’t understand what was so fascinating about a group of people chasing a ball around. It was better to read a few more pages of a book or do a few more exercises.
But her son wouldn’t listen to her, and every ti she spoke, the mother and son duo would undoubtedly argue fiercely.
Until she heard her friend two streets away talking about a school that specialized in solving youth problems, she found it invaluable, and after a brief understanding, she sent her son there.
The result was indeed as the other had said, her son beca obedient after coming back.
Although much quieter, as long as she spoke, her son would listen, and that was enough.
Lu Xue felt very satisfied. As a single mother, raising her son to this age was not easy. Her son was her life, her spiritual pillar.
Those days when mother and son always clashed were too overwhelming, but fortunately, it was all in the past.
Lu Xue joyfully put a piece of at into her son’s bowl. Her son, who was eating silently, paused for a mont before his fingers stiffly placed the at into his mouth and chewed.
After the al ended, her son even voluntarily helped with the cleanup. Lu Xue was very pleased that her son was now so sensible and considerate of his mother.
In her joy, she said, "You can watch TV, today you’re allowed to watch five more minutes of TV."
"Although it’s holiday ti now, you shouldn’t waste ti, because mother will rely on you in the future."
Standing in the living room, Lu Xue smiled contentedly. At this ti, the TV screen, which had just lit up, was broadcasting the handling result of the Zhengmiao major event.
Just like a student with his hands on his knees, the boy’s gloomy eyes suddenly flashed a spark of light, dissipating the obscure gloom around him.
The young boy, his stiff mouth gradually lifted into a small smile, revealing that he was once a sunny and passionate boy.
"Clatter..." The bowl in Lu Xue’s hand slipped to the ground, the shards of porcelain flying everywhere in the room.
Lu Xue completely ignored the ss, staring blankly, her eyes fixed on the TV screen where the female anchor’s mouth was opening and closing.
She recognized every word she said, but why couldn’t she understand their aning when they were put together?
What did it an for Zhengmiao School to be a demon school?
What concerned her more was that her son, originally transford into a considerate good boy, was now covering his face, sobbing uncontrollably, ignoring the fact that she had dropped the bowl.
She subconsciously touched her cheek, not knowing since when it had beco wet.
Only at this mont, when there was no other way, did she dare to admit that she was wrong, driven by her desires, she had turned her child into such a ghostly state with her own hands.
At the slightest startle, her son would panic in terror.
At night, while asleep, her son constantly had nightmares.
Since returning from Zhengmiao School, her son had beco increasingly silent and thin, no longer interested in what he once loved, nor protesting against what he once hated, operating chanically like a robot without feelings under her commands. Of course, he no longer brought her a bouquet of wildflowers after making her angry to cheer her up.
In discovering her son’s changes, she actually knew she was wrong, but just couldn’t admit it.
She thought that as long as she pretended and deceived herself by saying her son’s current changes were what she wanted, it would be fine.
Until just now, hearing and seeing the array of atrocities reported about Zhengmiao School on television.
Just thinking about her child suffering those beatings and insults once made her heart throb pain after pain.
"I’m sorry, it’s mother’s fault." Lu Xue couldn’t accept that she herself had sent her child into that place.
Letting Lu Xue cry on the ground, the once soft-hearted boy now only glanced indifferently with vacant eyes and then turned his head away.
Similar scenes were occurring in many families at this mont.
Parents always said they were doing it for their children’s good, but in reality, they were the ones who destroyed them.
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