Rebirth: He Decides Chapter 575 - 575 Extra 3 Jiang Xiaodou

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Chapter 575: Extra 3: Jiang Xiaodou

Jiang Xiaodou was in the third grade when Jiang Yan attended his first parent-teacher eting at school.

Because of “Feixue’s” new product launch, he arrived later than the other parents. By then, the horoom teacher had already started speaking on the podium.

Jiang Yan nodded apologetically to the teacher, “Sorry, I’m late.”

“Hello, may I ask which student’s parent you are?”

“I am Jiang Zimo’s dad.”

“…”

The teacher did not respond, which made Jiang Yan feel a bit embarrassed. Had he gone to the wrong classroom?

He stepped out of the back door and glanced up at the sign above the front door, Class 3-5, that was correct.

It wasn’t possible that he had gone to the wrong school, that would be a real blunder.

“Jiang Zimo’s dad, Zimo’s seat is here. Please co to the front to sign in first,” the teacher asked after realizing the mistake, promptly flashing a welcoming smile and eagerly guiding Jiang Yan to sign in before taking a seat.

As he walked from the back to the front, he felt the gaze of every parent, including the teacher’s, shine on him as if their eyes were sparkling.

This made Jiang Yan sowhat nervous inside. What outrageous feat had the little rascal achieved at school? Was he about to be singled out for criticism by the teacher?

Considering his wife was much smarter than he was, he had thus sworn before his son started elentary school that he would handle Jiang Xiaodou’s studies and parent-teacher etings in primary school.

He didn’t mind managing during junior and senior high school; he just feared he might lack credibility.

So, it had been agreed early on: the early phases for him, the later phases for his wife.

He just hadn’t expected the early phase of elentary school to pass so quickly that it left him feeling ashad.

The child had been promoted from the first grade to the second grade in less than half a year, and after three months in the second grade, he had been moved up to the third grade.

But his mother didn’t let him go straight to the third grade. Instead, after graduating from the second grade early, he stayed at ho for almost half a year before being sent over when the new sester for the third grade officially started.

So all in all, he had been in elentary school for less than a year.

At the start of the third grade, he had been cautioned a thousand tis not to show off and to learn like everyone else, to steadily advance grades without jumping to the fourth, fifth, or sixth grade within less than a year.

He would surely get beaten up because the others were older. Wouldn’t they beat him as easily as one would a little chick?

The boy had been obedient, not showing off his extraordinary skills this sester, and had attended school faithfully for most of the term.

Therefore, Jiang Yan had the fortune to participate in a parent-teacher eting for the first ti in history as a parent.

Honestly speaking, Jiang Yan was quite excited before coming.

But now… he was a bit worried that he might get mobbed later on.

Jiang Xiaodou’s seat was in the second row in the middle of the class, a true pri spot, but Jiang Yan stood out like a crane among chickens as soon as he sat down.

There was a ring of mothers around him, with the few fathers present quite far from him.

Tsk, are today’s dads so unaware?

Letting their wives co to a parent-teacher eting?

The horoom teacher continued with the previous topic, and Jiang Zimo’s na appeared on the list of praised students every ti.

Whether it was being first in exams for the grade, winning the running and long jump in the autumn sports et, or getting first place in an art competition…

There were frequent glances in Jiang Yan’s direction from other parents, prompting him to unconsciously puff out his chest.

Finally, he was no longer just secretly proud. His son was giving him reason to be openly happy.

Thinking of how he had studied hard enough to neglect sleep and food to earn his achievents, then looking at the kid who to this day had not seriously done his howork, yet still topped every exam?

It’s really not fair at all.

Of course, if it’s his son, then there’s nothing fair or unfair about it.

Whose fault is it that your children aren’t as smart?

Bla who?

“Next, we would like to invite Jiang Zimo’s father to share with us their educational thods for Jiang Zimo, as well as his study habits. Please welco him!”

“Clap clap clap clap…”

While he was lost in thought, the sudden invitation from the teacher and the ensuing enthusiastic applause from the parents completely baffled Jiang Yan.

Isn’t the teacher supposed to give you a heads up before you have to speak?

He was sowhat dazed, and his phone vibrated in his pocket.

As he walked up to the podium, he took out his phone and glanced at it hastily—

Wife: [Forgot to tell you, the teacher said you should go up and say a few words during the parents’ eting, nothing special, just talk about your son’s daily habits at ho, and feel free to improvise.]

Jiang Yan:…

Feel free to improvise? Daily habits at ho?

Don’t you know how your son lives at ho?

He keeps three turtles and two birds, getting up in the morning without washing his face or brushing his teeth, first lugging the birdcage to show it off to his big uncle, second uncle, and third uncle.

Then rushing him to brush his teeth and wash up before quickly getting him off to school.

In the evening after dinner, he’s back to parading the three turtles to his big uncle’s, second uncle’s, and third uncle’s houses, then sneaks a flower cut from grandma’s garden to give to the pretty girl next door.

Wash up at eight-thirty, bed by nine.

Tell , does he even touch a book during the entire day?

So, is he supposed to tell the parents, who are looking at him with such great expectation, about all this?

Now Jiang Yan understood the looks he was getting from the other parents, it wasn’t that Jiang Xiaodou had done sothing, nor was it that they wanted to trouble him.

It was actually admiration and envy toward an honor student’s parent.

But…

He really hadn’t done much except make sure his child was well-fed with three als a day, and occasionally talk tough to him when he was being naughty.

He couldn’t bear to lay a hand on him, after all, he was his own flesh and blood.

But of course, he couldn’t just tell the truth like that, or people wouldn’t believe him and might even accuse him of being pretentious.

So…

Jiang Yan cleared his throat and began his impromptu speech—

“Hello everyone, I’m Jiang Zimo’s dad. You might all know my child was promoted a grade. To be honest, both his mom and I didn’t really want him to skip a grade because he’s too young, and we were worried he might get bullied. In our hearts, his physical and ntal health is far more important than grades. After all, it’s just elentary school, we really haven’t taken his studying too seriously.

Perhaps because of this, we put very little pressure on our child, which allows him to be quite relaxed. When he’s not tense and can concentrate, he naturally achieves much more with less effort.”

Pressure? Jiang Xiaodou knows jack about pressure!

“Another important point is that I have been the main person raising my son since he was born. I’m not saying this to suggest his mom hasn’t spent a lot of ti with him, on the contrary, she spends a lot too. It’s just that I did a bit more of the heavy lifting, like changing diapers and giving him baths when he was born, starting him on complentary foods at six months, and introducing proper ats at nine months. I spend more ti playing with him. I think this is only fair since a woman carries a child for ten months and gives birth, completing more than her share of the work. It’s only right that the father does a bit more in raising the child, right?

There is also a conclusion from experts claiming that children raised by fathers are sowhat more intelligent. Of course, I never heard this when I was raising my son, but my wife ntioned it recently, and she even praised . She said my son’s intelligence is largely related to the way I raised him. Honestly, I don’t really believe it, I think it’s more of an acknowledgnt of how I’ve raised our child…”

What Jiang Yan didn’t know was that although his impromptu speech had won approval from the teachers and mothers, it also led to intense dostic strife in nearly half the families in the class that very night…