A Little Trick, the Scumbag Dad Can't Hold the Knife After Understanding Love-Chapter 280

"…It's a pity He Xiang's parents couldn't make it today. This would have been a great opportunity for discussion."

"Every student has their own strengths. Parents shouldn’t be too harsh on their weaknesses, though we shouldn’t overlook them either."

"Take our class monitor, Shen Qingtang, for example. She handles her duties responsibly while excelling academically. Her social skills are outstanding, her grades are consistently high, and she’s even brought home multiple sports awards for the school."

Old Liu glanced at Shen Qingtang’s grandfather and joked, "Shen Qingtang’s family, have you ever considered sending her to the Olympics to bring glory to the country?"

Shen’s grandfather laughed heartily. "It’s just a hobby for now. We don’t have such plans, but if she ever wants to pursue it, our whole family will support her."

The lighthearted moment passed, and Old Liu was about to move on, but the piercing gaze from Lu Jinghuai’s parent in the back row was impossible to ignore. He added another example, "When it comes to foreign languages, Lu Jinghuai is the best in our class."

"At such a young age, he’s already mastered eight languages. His emotional control is remarkable, and he adapts to new learning environments effortlessly."

"Then there’s Ji Nian. Her chemistry scores are nearly perfect every time, and her lab demonstrations are so exemplary that they’re used as teaching materials—even by instructors from other schools."

Though her social skills… sigh. That’s a topic better discussed over the phone. It’s a shame we can’t address it in person.

Having close friends is good, but it’s also important to interact with others and blend into the environment.

At this point, Old Liu asked, "Lu Jinghuai’s father, would you mind sharing some parenting tips?"

Ji Tingzhou remained motionless in his seat until the homeroom teacher’s expectant stare practically twitched from strain. Only then did he realize he was being addressed.

His tone was lazy as he replied, "Don’t pressure them too much. Give them space to relax and respect their own choices."

If Ji Nian had been there to hear him say this, her expression would’ve been one of pure shock.

Then, Ji Tingzhou added, "Subjects like chemistry depend on natural talent. It’s all her own interest—no forced cultivation."

"Let children pursue their passions."

Old Liu had assumed a man like Lu Jinghuai’s father would disdain sharing advice, yet here he was, speaking with surprising clarity.

Wait a minute—chemistry? Lu Jinghuai’s best subject was foreign languages.

"Lu Jinghuai’s father, well said!"

One parent even started applauding.

Soon, others chimed in with questions: "My child is too restless, can’t sit still. We’ve hired over a dozen tutors, but nothing works."

Ji Tingzhou gave the speaker a brief glance. "If they can’t sit still, let them burn off energy through sports."

"My kid is the opposite—she’ll spend an entire day absorbed in her hobbies without moving."

"How do you raise such a disciplined child at this age? What’s your secret?"

Ji Tingzhou’s lips curled slightly. "No special method. She just takes after me—naturally calm."

The homeroom teacher watched as parents gradually surrounded Ji Tingzhou, yet strangely, no one dared to get too close.

Who’s really running this parent-teacher meeting?

Shen’s grandfather, who had arrived late and struggled through the crowd for a chance to ask Lu Jinghuai’s father for advice, stood frozen in bewilderment.

Who am I? Where am I?

Of course, not all the attention was about parenting. Many of the well-dressed mothers just wanted a closer look at the handsome man.

But his sharp gaze kept them at a respectful distance.

Old Liu had to put in some effort to get the parents back in their seats.

It was almost time for one-on-one meetings with subject teachers.

"The scheduled slots were confirmed via email. Now, please head to the auditorium."

"Class monitor."

Old Liu turned to Shen Qingtang, who had arrived right on time.

Shen Qingtang nodded. "Everything’s ready."

After the individual meetings, students would give their parents a full report on the semester’s progress.

As soon as Ji Tingzhou stepped out, he spotted Lu Jinghuai waiting for him.

A quick scan revealed no sign of Ji Nian.

Lu Jinghuai spoke up first. "She’s in the activity room."

Ji Tingzhou motioned for him to lead the way.

"Ji Nian is upset. She thinks you threatened me."

For the sake of their father-daughter relationship, Lu Jinghuai felt compelled to explain.

After all, Ji Nian seemed very close to her father. Every time she went out, she made sure to bring him a gift. Though she’d grumble about how he’d sulk if she didn’t, she clearly enjoyed picking things for him.

Lu Jinghuai didn’t want Ji Nian to be unhappy.

Ji Tingzhou gave him a sidelong glance.

Not entirely clueless.

"Hm."

He deigned to utter a single syllable—a far cry from his earlier eloquence.

In the activity room—

Ji Nian had a small cake beside her (courtesy of He Xiang, who worked part-time at a bakery and got a discount), and she was solving problems with him.

The workbook had been recommended by Shen Qingtang’s grandfather. Ji Nian had bought several copies and gifted one to He Xiang.

Just as she was writing, the door swung open.

She looked up to see a tall man with jet-black hair and eyes walking in.

Okay, fine—she was still mad, but Ji Tingzhou really suited the dark hair and eyes. The black pupils made him seem even more inscrutable, his pale skin heightening the sharpness of his features.

Ugh. How dare he look this good just by wearing stupid contacts?

Wait… were they even contacts?

[Did he use my eye-color-changing solution?]

The system, ever the instigator, chimed in: [Yep. Went into your room to get it. Oh, and the prince even knocked first.]

Ji Nian: "…"

As ​​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌‌‌​​​​​‌‌​​‌‌​​‌‌‌​​‌​‌‌​​‌​​​‌‌​​​‌​​‌‌​​​​‌​​‌‌​‌​‌​‌‌​​​​‌​​‌‌​​‌‌​‌‌​​‌​‌​​‌‌‌​​​​‌‌​​‌​‌​​‌‌​​​​​​‌‌​​​‌​​‌‌​‌​​​​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌‌​​‌‌​​‌‌​‌​​​‌‌​​​‌‌​​‌‌​​​​​​‌‌​​‌‌​‌‌​​‌​​​‌‌​​​‌‌‍Ji Tingzhou approached, she deadpanned, "Lu Jinghuai’s parent, do you need something?"

Yikes. Still furious.

Ji Tingzhou’s gaze shifted to He Xiang beside her.

Under that pressure-filled stare, He Xiang didn’t budge.

It was as if he didn’t understand the unspoken command to leave.

Lu Jinghuai had to drag him out.

When Lu Jinghuai pulled him by the arm, He Xiang shot him a surprised look.

For someone with such a slender, almost delicate frame—one might mistake him for a girl from behind—Lu Jinghuai was unexpectedly strong.

"Do you want them to fight?"

At Lu Jinghuai’s quiet words, He Xiang stopped resisting.

He glanced back at Ji Nian, who was glaring daggers at her father, and suddenly remembered a scene from years ago—

A little girl with red-rimmed eyes after an argument with her dad.

Now alone in the activity room, Ji Tingzhou and Ji Nian faced each other.

He eyed the chair, deemed it unclean, and opted to remain standing.

Meeting his daughter’s stony expression, he reached out and pinched her cheek lightly.

"Still mad?"

Ji Nian pushed her father's hand away and gave him a cold smile. "Excuse me, sir, your child is outside. Are we really that familiar with each other?"