Chapter 60: Dad just... was he... petting

Chapter 60

Due to rushing over after the meeting, the man was still wearing an exquisitely tailored suit.

Parents of high school students are generally around forty years old.

Women of this age group do not look too old as long as they take good care of themselves, and there is not much difference from women in their thirties.

But it is different for men.

After getting married, they often neglect body management, and signs of the cruel passage of time can be seen from their receding hairlines and pot bellies.

The dignified and noble CEO abruptly entering the crowd of parents was like a catfish thrown into a school of sardines, inevitably making the other men feel ashamed.

With his exceptionally handsome features and the perfect physique maintained through extreme discipline, compared to the others now, he stood out even more, leaving them no chance at all.

Sheng Mumu even saw some wives tugging their husbands’ arms and frowning as they passed by the man.

She could guess what those people were saying.

It must be something like “Look at him, now look at you.”

Imagining their voices, she couldn’t help but feel amused, the corners of her eyes curving faintly as dimples appeared.

Her eyes as clear as water curved with laughter as she looked at Qi Mo, using her chin to point at the seat next to her.

Qi Mo pulled out the chair and sat down, his long legs making him look even more slender.

The people sitting around them visibly straightened their backs after he sat down, as if influenced by his powerful aura, involuntarily wanting to make a good impression.

Unhurriedly, he took off his coat and casually draped it over his forearm. His long, slender fingers loosened his tie, and he turned his head to ask Sheng Mumu in a low voice:

“How long has it been?”

“Almost half an hour,” Sheng Mumu leaned in closer, smelling the clean and cold scent on the man as she answered. “The head teacher has been blabbering on and on, repeating himself over and over, enough to compile a book of nonsense.”

Qi Mo chuckled softly.

Sheng Mumu also lowered her voice and said:

“Just now many parents gave me their business cards, it was so awkward. My face almost cramped from smiling.”

“I felt like a heartless business card collecting machine, my hand is so tired.”

“When I get home tonight I’ll have the chef make chicken claws, using food to nourish my body.”

“Should I have it with ginger and chili or sweet bean sauce flavor?”

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As she complained and grumbled, Qi Mo gazed at her with a faint smile at the corners of his mouth.

Even meaningless conversation, he still listened with great patience.

Occasionally the corners of his lips would curve, and he would nod his head.

He responded to every sentence she said.

Standing to the side, Qi Shaobai was stunned, his brows furrowed in puzzlement.

The moment he saw his father appear in the gymnasium, he quickly ran through it in his mind, trying to figure out what important occasion it was today.

In the end, he concluded that it must be because third year of high school is a very important time in one's life.

Otherwise, his workaholic father would not have come personally.

Qi Mo crossed his long legs leisurely, sitting lazily, his eyes unintentionally sweeping over Sheng Mumu’s fair legs.

He paused for a moment, raising his eyes to glance at the ceiling of the stadium.

The central air conditioning was blowing out cold air.

The next second, his exquisite and expensive suit jacket was draped over her fair legs.

She nodded approvingly at Qi Shaobai, praising:

“Little Qi is so thoughtful, he’s such a good son to his father.”

Qi Shaobai: ......

Qi Mo: ......

After about half a minute, Qi Shaobai belatedly recalled what his father had just said - "I'm thirsty."

The teenager's brows slowly creased as he secretly sucked in a breath.

Oh no...that tone, that expression...

Just now, was Dad...pouting?

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Sensing his father's casual cold glance sweeping over.

Qi Shaobai quickly turned his head to avoid eye contact, pretending as if nothing had happened.

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When there weren't many parents left crowding the class teacher's office, Qi Mo and Sheng Mumu went in together.

Seeing this attractive couple come in, the teacher's eyes lit up.

The teacher was 47 years old this year, an experienced veteran.

He had been teaching Qi Shaobai's class since their first year of high school.

He had hosted many parent-teacher meetings, but had only seen Qi Mo a handful of times.

It's no exaggeration to say he had seen this face more often in financial magazines than at parent-teacher meetings.

After they sat down across from him, the teacher took Qi Shaobai's file out of the drawer and handed it over, taking the initiative to say:

“Mr. and Mrs. Qi, this is Qi Shaobai's grades for the past year. Please take a look first to understand his learning situation, then we can discuss Qi Shaobai's problems together.”

Qi Mo nodded lightly, taking the folder and calmly flipping it open.

He had just turned a few pages when he heard Sheng Mumu seriously say to the teacher beside him:

“I'm somewhat familiar with Qi Shaobai's test scores for last school year.”

“His math and physics scores are relatively stable, but he occasionally makes some low-level mistakes, able to solve the later big questions but losing points on the basic multiple choice questions in the beginning.”

“His Chinese language, reading comprehension in particular, really gives me a headache. This child's thinking is different from others, his angle of understanding is always novel and unique.”

“And then there's English, it's really...weak.”

Saying this, she paused, glancing at Qi Mo before meeting his eyes. In her heart she finished the second half of the sentence: Not benefiting at all from proximity to an expert.

Qi Mo's English pronunciation was standard and pleasant to listen to, while Qi Shaobai's was so bad even the most basic grammar was wrong.

Wasn't there a saying that nephews resemble uncles?

How come Qi Shaobai didn't inherit any of that at all.

Instead he fully inherited that aloof and cold demeanor.

Only taking the bad and not the good.

Sheng Mumu suppressed the regret in her heart, leaning forward slightly, asking the teacher earnestly:

“Teacher, in your opinion, if Qi Shaobai works hard this last year, does he have a chance of getting into a first-tier university?”

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