Chapter Seventeen: The First Home Visit.

  After finishing speaking, Ling Fei turned around and went downstairs, hastily taking out his phone to call Xiao Lan, "Hey! Xiao Lan, what's wrong? Has something happened?" Xiao Lan hesitated, "Boss, calm down, it's about Xiaoya..."

  Ling Fei hummed in response; "Go on, it's okay, what about Xiaoya?" Xiao Lan sighed and said: "Xiaoya... she's fallen in love..."

  Ling Fei's hand holding the phone trembled slightly, as if trying to conceal something, but his tone remained calm, "Is that so? That boy is not bad, otherwise I think Xiaoya wouldn't have taken a liking to him."

  Xiao Lan's tone changed to being somewhat agitated, "Fei Ge! Xiao Ya is no longer the same Xiao Ya as before. Can't you, as her brother, do something about it? I feel heartbroken just looking at Xiao Ya now! Are you really going to remain unmoved?"

  "It's been over a decade... I've failed for over a decade... How could Xiaoya still recognize me as her brother? As long as she's happy, everything is fine..."

  After finishing speaking, Ling Fei hung up the phone, his arm seemingly losing its supporting strength, weakly falling, wandering around the dark neighborhood like a zombie. The streetlights emitted a faint yellow glow, lonely and illuminating the path ahead for each person. The moonlight and lamplight blended together, creating a unique atmosphere. Ling Fei lifted his head, looking at the hazy moonlight, tears silently falling, trembling as he said: "Xiao Ya, brother is sorry to you..."

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  You Zhengya sat in the living room at home, bored watching a Korean soap opera on TV, casually grabbed a handful of potato chips from a pile of snacks next to the sofa, tore open the package, and irritably stuffed them into her mouth, muttering: "That damned teacher, actually dared to say that about me, next time I'll make him pay!"

  Ding dong ~ ding dong ~ a pleasant doorbell rings, and a slightly magnetic male voice comes from upstairs, "Zheng Ya, go open the door and see who it is."

  You Zhengya reluctantly responded with a "yes", put the potato chips aside, tidied up her white oversized T-shirt, and ran barefoot on the woolen carpet to the door. She opened it to find Ling Fei standing at the door with a faint smile. You Zhengya instinctively let out a sharp cry and slammed the door shut. At this moment, a middle-aged man wearing a black bathrobe and exuding an air of bookishness walked down and asked inquiringly: "Zhengya, who is it?"

  "You're right, I must have pressed the wrong doorbell!" she said hastily, while thinking to herself, "Damn it, leave quickly, get out of here!"

  Ling Fei had come for a home visit, how could he return empty-handed? Standing in front of the door, he shouted: "You Zhengya classmate, why don't you let the teacher enter the house? Is there no one at home? Then the teacher will come again next time." With one sentence, he revealed his intention. The middle-aged man listened and hurriedly said: "Zhengya, how can you make the teacher stand outside?! Quickly open the door!"

  As he spoke, the middle-aged man immediately walked down from the stairs, stared at You Zhengya for a moment, opened the door, and upon seeing Ling Fei's appearance, was slightly stunned. He thought to himself: "Such a young teacher." However, his tone was very polite; "So you're Zhengya's teacher? Please come in."

  Ling Fei smiled and said, "You classmate likes to joke with the teacher." After that, Ling Fei looked at the middle-aged man in front of him. His dense eyebrows were very steady, his thin lips, straight nose, and square face, combined with a faint bookish air, made it easy to see that he was also a handsome young man when he was younger.

  Looking at Yu Zhengya again, there was a 70-80% resemblance between his eyebrows and this middle-aged man. He was certain in his heart, "You must be Yu Zhengya's father? I'm Yu's class teacher, nice to meet you, my name is Ling Fei."

  You Zhengya hummed softly, restrained by her father's presence, and didn't dare to be too presumptuous. The middle-aged man stretched out his hand, "Hello, Teacher Ling, I'm You Zhengya's father, my name is You Teng (ouch... hehe)."

  Ling Fei and You Teng shook hands lightly, smiling: "Hello Mr. You, today I'm here for a home visit, I'd like to talk to you about You's situation at school, so..."

  Yu Teng took a glance at Yu Zhengya and immediately stepped aside, "Teacher, please come in. My wife is not home, and I'm just a big man who doesn't understand cooking, so I couldn't invite you to have a simple meal. If there's any disrespect, please forgive me."

  Ling Fei, how could you not understand the meaning of this sentence? Our family has no food to eat, so don't think about freeloading. Ling Fei smiled slightly and quietly entered the house, saying: "How dare I, Mr. You is right, I'm ashamed, originally I came uninvited, how could I trouble you?"

  You Teng smiled and said, "Let's go inside to talk." Ling Fei also didn't stand on ceremony, following You Teng into the house. You Zhengya trailed behind them, pouting slightly as she walked. Ling Fei couldn't help sneaking a glance at her - the oversized T-shirt just covered her knees, revealing smooth pink legs and delicate ankles. Her skin had a faintly rosy glow, as if she'd just bathed, and her long hair was carelessly draped over her shoulders, still slightly damp. The pout on her lips made him want to lean in and kiss her, while her big, shining eyes kept darting back to Ling Fei.

  Ling Fei glanced at him a few times before withdrawing his gaze. Yu Teng beckoned with one hand, "Teacher Ling, why don't we go upstairs and talk?" Ling Fei smiled, "It's fine. Guests follow the host's convenience."

  Yu Teng nodded in satisfaction and went upstairs. Yu Zhengya wanted to sneak up, but was discovered by Yu Teng, "Zhengya! Go downstairs and play by yourself! I want to ask the teacher about your performance at school!"

  Yu Zhengya was startled and feared that Ling Fei would say something he shouldn't, so she said in a soft voice: "Dad! I just wanted to pour a cup of tea for the teacher!" Yu Teng grunted, "I told you to go downstairs, why are you talking so much!"

  Ling Fei looked at You Teng and smiled; "Mr. You, it's okay, since Miss You wants to listen, let her come up and listen together."

  Yu Teng glanced at Ling Fei and smiled: "Teacher Ling, without rules, there is no square or circle. When adults speak, how can children intervene?" His words had a hint of unprovoked dignity.

  Ling Fei smiled and said, "Then it's up to you." Yu Zhengya saw that eavesdropping was futile, so he could only glare at Ling Fei with a scowl, then turned around and left in a huff.

  "You Tong said: 'Ling teacher, please.'"

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  They went upstairs to a corridor, with many rooms on both sides. Yu Teng pushed open the third room on the left and said, "Teacher Ling, let's talk in the study." Ling Fei nodded and followed Yu Teng into the study. The study had a faint scent of sandalwood wafting through it, and Ling Fei closed his eyes in rapture, taking a deep sniff. "Mr. Yu knows how to enjoy himself - this sandalwood is pure and unadulterated, with a rich but not overpowering fragrance. It's perfect for relaxing the mind while reading!"

  You Teng was taken aback, and his gaze at Ling Fei also added a few points of appreciation. He smiled and said, "It seems that Mr. Ling is also someone who knows how to enjoy himself."

  Mr. You is being polite, I'm just an ordinary teacher, how could I afford such a luxury? Let's get back to the point, my main purpose for coming this time is to talk to you about Yóu's situation at school.

  Yu Teng nodded, "I don't know how the young lady behaves in school? If there's anything wrong, please feel free to discipline her. She has a stubborn personality and was spoiled by me since she was little, so it's inevitable that she would have some spoiled tendencies."

  Ling Fei nodded understandingly, "These are not the most important things, You Tongxue's performance in school has been very good, and it's inevitable for someone of his age to be a bit mischievous. I can forgive him, who hasn't had their youthful recklessness?"

  You Teng's expression was serious, but the hint of joy in his eyes couldn't be hidden. He stretched out his hand and said, "Please sit down, Teacher Ling." As he spoke, You Teng walked to the desk and sat down lightly on the purple sandalwood chair.

  Ling Fei sat naturally and didn't put on airs, sitting across from You Teng, his fingers habitually tapping on the desk, smiling: "Teaching and educating is our responsibility as teachers, but as parents you must assist us. Mr. You, I really want to know how you taught your daughter?"

  You Teng was taken aback, he didn't expect that Ling Fei, who had just been relatively shy, would speak so rudely now. You Teng wasn't the kind of person to be bullied and still swallow his anger, "What do you mean by this, Teacher Ling? Are you saying I'm incompetent in my teaching?"

  Ling Fei suddenly slammed the table, startling You Teng, "What do you think? Although You classmate is good at studying and discipline in school, who cultivated the arrogance in his bones? Who taught him!?"

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