Free Web NovelChapter 2524: Chapter 1590: Warm and Thoughtful
"That rascal, did he get kept after school by the teacher again?"
Outside the Hong Family’s primary school gate.
Watching one child after another being picked up by their parents, Zhang Zhongquan, who had been waiting for over ten minutes, began to get a bit anxious but quickly reminded himself he had high blood pressure and couldn’t get too agitated.
He restrained his emotions.
No one understood his kid’s habits better than him as a father. The kid wasn’t made for studying, always trailing at the bottom of the class rankings, and frequently attended to by the teacher, so staying after school was often the case.
Of course.
Zhang Zhongquan understood that this was a sign of a responsible teacher!
In this day and age, it’s indeed rare to see such dedicated teachers.
So he never had any complaints, although usually in cases of staying after school, the teacher would send him a notification. But today...
Zhang Zhongquan took out his phone, nothing.
So he stood at the gradually quieting school gate and called the teacher for an update.
"He wasn’t kept after school? He already left?"
"Yes, Mr. Zhang, didn’t you see him?"
"Oh, maybe we just missed each other. Sorry to bother you, teacher."
Zhang Zhongquan quickly ended the call, continuing would only lead to nagging about his son’s grades.
He had a laid-back mindset.
Every child has their fortune.
Poor students will also find their way in life, the world can’t be full of only honor students, right?
Of course.
He didn’t always have such an easygoing attitude; he had tried hard, but when he realized there was no progress in his son’s grades, no matter what, and even a decline sometimes, he gave up.
Living isn’t solely for studying.
If there’s no talent, happiness is worth pursuing.
Once he confirmed his son wasn’t kept after school, Zhang Zhongquan promptly called his son’s smart watch.
Hmm.
A young Taoist nun had used it for a while before.
"You rascal, where did you run off to? Didn’t I tell you if you don’t see me, wait at the gate?"
Hmm.
Today, he was a little late, but that was because he was out looking at houses. Lao Tong’s son’s government-subsidized house was quite suitable, but it was wise to shop around.
After falling for such a big scam, you can’t rush into buying a house.
"Dad, I’m eating KFC, it’s delicious!"
The sound of chewing, swallowing, and slurping on a drink came from the other side.
KFC?
Zhang Zhongquan was stunned for a moment, then quickly got furious, "You rascal! You’re already so fat, and you’re still eating! I told you not to eat random food! Are you ignoring my words?"
People always maximize their limited power.
Like a security guard at a gate.
Parents are the same.
Feeling oppressed in front of his wife, the only place Zhang Zhongquan could enjoy authority was with his son.
Wait.
After venting, Zhang Zhongquan suddenly realized something was wrong.
"Where did you get the money?! You brat, did you steal money from home?"
The munching sound continued on the other side; presumably, he was busy wolfing down food and after a while, finally responded to his father’s accusation.
"Someone invited me..."
Invited?
"Mr. Zhang, there’s no need to worry, the kid was just hungry."
Upon hearing the unfamiliar voice on the phone, Zhang Zhongquan’s expression changed, and he immediately questioned, "Who are you?"
"My last name is Zhou."
"Why did you take my son away? What do you want?!"
"Just got along well with your son, so I treated him to some KFC."
Why not McDonald’s?
"Which KFC?!"
"It should be the one closest to the school."
"I’m warning you! Don’t move! Or I’ll call the police immediately!"
"I’ll wait for Mr. Zhang."
Before Zhang Zhongquan could say anything more, the call was hung up.
"Damn it!"
Zhang Zhongquan was furious, yet confused, he had no time to think, quickly jumped onto his little electric scooter.
Although his slow son couldn’t study well, he was his mother’s treasure, if anything happened...
Imagining his wife’s explosive reaction, Zhang Zhongquan couldn’t help but twist the throttle tighter on his electric scooter.
The nearest KFC was just a kilometer away from the Hong Family’s primary school, riding the electric scooter and ignoring the traffic lights, it only took Zhang Zhongquan a few minutes to burst through the McDonald’s door.
"Zhang Fatty, you’re almost like a pig already, and you’re still eating!"
This KFC didn’t have a second floor.
A classmate, also brought by his mom to get burgers, noticed Zhang Zhiqiang stuffing his face and kindly reminded him.
Standing nearly 1.7 meters tall and weighing over 150 pounds, Zhang Zhiqiang completely ignored him, continuing to shove fries into his mouth, holding a half-bitten chicken wrap in the other, both his hands and face greasy, seeming to only see the junk food before him, oblivious to the outside world.
Feeling embarrassed, the boy’s mother quickly pulled her son, who was saying hurtful words, away, though she couldn’t help but glance back while leaving.
Indeed.
This kid really did look like a pig.
Zhang Zhongquan, rushing to arrive—not by horse, but by scooter—didn’t hear the insult to his son, as he brushed past the mother and son, his attention entirely on the stranger sitting opposite his son.
The place was only so big, and business at Western junk food places like KFC wasn’t as good as before, combined with his son’s unique physique, it was easy to spot them.
"What do you do?!"
Zhang Zhongquan quickly walked to his son’s side, too concerned to scold him.
His son truly embodied the saying ’no regrets for good food,’ as even with his father present, he behaved as if he saw nothing and increased the speed at which he stuffed food into his mouth, as if squeezing the last moments to eat as much as possible.
