Chapter 91: With Grades Like These, Was the PE Teacher the One Teaching?

Xia Mang didn’t react immediately, only to hear a soft cough from beside her.

Nie Huan looked up. “Mr. Gu.”

Gu Ting walked over to stand by Shen Qing and nodded.

“What are you doing here?” Shen Qing shifted her position. There was no reason for a PE teacher to attend a parent meeting.

“Nie Huan doesn’t have a parent here, so I can fill in.” Gu Ting smiled.

Nie Huan was taken aback, a little surprised. “Sir, my homeroom teacher knows my situation. I don’t need a parent.”

Gu Ting didn’t look at her. “It’s fine, I’m not busy.”

Xia Mang watched the scene, dumbfounded. The Gu family certainly didn’t play by the rules.

Since Gu Ting insisted, Nie Huan couldn’t say much more. She let Gu Ting take her seat, asked Yao Panpan for two cups, and poured water for both him and Xia Mang.

Shen Qing stood in a corner at the back, fiddling with her phone, half leaning on Nie Huan.

Gu Ting glanced back and saw this, his fingers tightening around the cup.

“Huan, Qing.” Chu Yu came in through the back door, greeting them cheerfully.

Shen Qing barely glanced up before returning her focus to her phone.

Nie Huan nodded to him, noticing the woman following behind Chu Yu. She was quite fashionably dressed.

“Mom, these are my classmates, Nie Huan and Shen Qing.”

“Hello, ma’am.” Nie Huan forced a smile.

Chu’s mother held her chin high, lips pressed together, and sized up Nie Huan for several seconds before nodding and responding with a perfunctory hum.

Shen Qing looked up at her for a moment but said nothing, her attention still on her phone.

“Mom, come sit in my seat for a while.” Chu Yu led her over.

When he saw Gu Ting sitting in Nie Huan’s seat, he looked surprised. “Hello, teacher.”

Gu Ting gave him a brief glance. “Hello.”

“Hi there, little brother.” Xia Mang rested her chin in her hands and flashed Chu Yu a sweet smile.

The students in Shen Qing’s class were all quite good-looking.

Chu Yu was momentarily stunned, but remembering she was Shen Qing’s guardian, he returned the smile politely.

Chu’s mother shot Xia Mang an unfriendly look, then smacked Chu Yu’s arm hard. “Why is your seat so far back?”

“It’s not far back, I think it’s fine.”

Hearing her son’s unambitious answer, Chu’s mother glared at him before finally sitting down.

Xia Mang rolled her eyes at Chu’s mother’s back. That woman’s expression just now hadn’t escaped Xia the Beauty’s keen gaze.

“Sis, what’s wrong?” Gu Ting glanced over just in time to see Xia Mang mid-eye roll.

Xia Mang was caught off guard; he called her “sis” so naturally.

“Oh, I was just doing eye exercises.”

Gu Ting smiled but said nothing.

When all the parents had arrived, Xie Mingming entered the classroom with her speech draft. After a passionate address, a student representative spoke, and finally, there was a segment where students wrote messages to their parents.

Class representatives distributed envelopes to each parent. Inside were two sets of monthly exam results and a heartfelt letter from the student.

Xia Mang yawned and opened her envelope lazily—only to find a single report card.

Ha! Chinese: 50, Math: 10, English: 20, Science: 20. The first monthly exam scores were all zeros.

Xia Mang tapped Gu Ting’s desk. “How many points did Nie Huan get?”

Since they both sat at the back, there should be some camaraderie.

Gu Ting glanced at the paper. “Four hundred eighty-five. Average.”

“…”

Xia Mang turned to look at the person behind her, who was still engrossed in her phone.

“With grades like these, you must have been taught by the PE teacher.” Xia Mang stuffed the report card back into the envelope irritably—what a waste of an envelope.

A certain PE teacher rubbed his nose and laughed. “Well, yes, probably taught by the PE teacher.”

Chu’s mother stared at the 501 on the report card, her brow furrowing. The top student in the school had scored 735, more than two hundred points ahead of Chu Yu, and the top scorer in Class Three had 653.

She glanced back at Nie Huan, standing at the rear—pretty enough, but her grades were poor and her family background was an utter mess.

Her son was truly spoiled. If she didn’t rein him in soon, he’d never know his place.

“Mom? Mom?” Chu Yu called several times before his mother snapped out of her daze.

“Yes, what is it?”

Chu Yu pointed at the letter beneath the grades. “The message to parents—you haven’t read it yet.”

“Oh, I’ll read it now.” Chu’s mother smiled gently at him and opened the letter. Chu Yu had written a lot—an entire page.

“Uh, Mom, you read it. I’ll step outside for a bit.” Chu Yu felt too embarrassed to stand by while his mother read his letter.

“Alright, go ahead.”

Chu Yu smiled, then grinned at the two “guardians” in the back as he left.

“Huan, want to go to the snack bar?” Chu Yu walked over and tried to chat with Nie Huan.

“No,” Nie Huan replied, busy reading her materials.

Chu Yu craned his head to look; her phone was filled with dense text, some highlighted in bright colors.

“Is that a pig-raising manual?”