Quick Transmigration: Help! What to do when my husband is obsessed with love?

Chapter 499 My Child Can't Be a Bad Student 5

Tang Muxiao took a deep breath and smiled at the child behind Ling Yi: "Come here, come here!"

Upon hearing this, the child hid even further away.

He just has poor grades, he's not really stupid, so why would he provoke his father who is clearly angry?

Ling Yi scoffed inwardly before saying seriously, "We can't always use violence to educate children. Education experts have said this many times: it's wrong."

Behind him, a thirteen-year-old giant nodded frantically, while giving his father a look that seemed to say, "Look at my mom, and then look at yourself."

Tang Muxiao: "..."

Now I understand why Lingyi was so angry. Pretending to be a good person is just too infuriating for another parent.

but……

Seeing the mischievous glint in his wife's eyes, he slowly lowered his hand from Tang Cheng and said gently, "What do you think we should do?"

"Of course, encouragement should be the primary approach, with rewards as a secondary measure!"

Lingyi called the child to the study, sat him down facing him, and explained in detail what she had just planned.

For every ten places improved in grades, you get a string of beads; for every ten points improved in score, you can take on a follower; if you achieve excellent grades in all subjects and rank among the top in your grade, you can receive a trip to Shaolin Temple to study Buddhism.

This reward mechanism instantly piqued the interest of the previously uninterested boy, who even asked in a trembling voice, "Really?"

Ling Yi suppressed a smile: "Of course it's true."

"Besides, your prayer beads aren't made of any good material, are they?" she said seriously. "A true Buddhist practitioner would present either rosewood or sandalwood; your chicken-wing wood would lower the standard of a Buddhist practitioner!"

Tang Cheng nodded repeatedly: "That's what I think too!"

He also wants good materials, but his parents won't give them to him!

He had a lot of trouble getting that chicken wing wood!

"So, Mom has decided that the prayer beads you receive as a reward are all made of precious wood, and..." Ling Yi looked at Tang Cheng with a gentle gaze, "As long as you get a ranking that satisfies both Mom and Dad, Mom will get you a string of prayer beads left behind by a truly eminent monk!"

"When you wear those Buddhist beads to Shaolin Temple, even the abbot will have to call you 'senior brother'!"

The boy's face flushed with excitement, and he stared intently at Ling Yi: "Really?"

“Silly child, when has your mother ever lied to you!” She looked at Tang Muxiao, who was holding a camera and recording the whole thing: “You recorded it all, right? This is the evidence.”

She held the child's hand lovingly: "Don't worry, every time Mom brings honor to your reputation as a Buddhist disciple, I will record it!"

"When you achieve great success and become a renowned Buddhist disciple, your mother will put on an exhibition for you, so that they may know about your glorious past!"

"Mom, you're so wonderful! I love you the most!"

While frantically flattering Ling Yi, Tang Cheng glanced smugly at Tang Muxiao.

Tang Muxiao slowly closed his eyes, unable to bear watching this foolish child being tricked by his wife any longer.

I really hope that when he sees this scene at thirty, he can still smile.

He coughed sternly, his face hardening as if he were a strict father: "Why are you looking at me like that? Your mother's promise is her business. If your grades don't improve because of this, I will absolutely stop this reward and make sure you never receive these things again!"

"If all else fails, we'll send you abroad to live alone. Then, you won't even be able to eat a lotus seed, let alone become a Buddhist disciple!"

"Mom, look at him!"

The twelve-year-old boy glanced at his stern father, then at his loving mother, and learned to apologize without being taught!

Ling Yi's smile grew even brighter: "Sweetie, as long as you study hard, Mommy won't let him upset you."

Good boy, you better not make your mom unhappy.

Looking at his mother's smiling face, Tang Cheng shivered for some reason, feeling a chill in the house today.

Could it be that the temperature control system is broken?

But that doesn't matter!

Thinking of the promise his mother made to him, he instantly perked up!

Mere grades and mere studies are utterly worthless!

Can't you learn those things just by seeing them once?

If it weren't for his missionary work, he would have dominated the entire school long ago!

And the intelligence of someone who can lead the world's geniuses is truly more terrifying than we imagine.

When Tang Cheng really put in the effort, he broke into the top ten in the grade in the first month, at the cost of exhausting several teachers.

This time, Ling Yi took the initiative to attend his parent-teacher conference.

Sitting in Tang Cheng's chair, Ling Yi was filled with emotion.

Whether it's fragments of her memory or the time she's spent in this world, coming to Tangcheng School has always been a terrifying experience for her.

But today!

Different!

She can proudly say that her child is an excellent student!

She no longer needs to be the parent of "certain students" or the creator of "individual students." She is just an excellent parent of an ordinary excellent student!

Sitting behind her desk, Ling Yi, who had recently published a paper, felt an unparalleled joy!

Teacher Tang Cheng's praise undoubtedly added a sweetener to her happiness, doubling it!

Ling Yi, who was used to sweet-talking people, was finally so charmed at the parent-teacher meeting that she lost her senses and made statements on the podium such as:

Interest is the best teacher for children; start from the child's own needs to guide the child's desire to learn; use a reasonable reward mechanism to give children a sense of accomplishment, and thus fall in love with learning, etc. These are all seemingly useful but ultimately useless platitudes.

That's all she could say; any deeper and the students' parents would discover that she was secretly promoting feudal superstition.

After saying everything with a mix of guilt and nonchalance, Ling Yi smiled slightly, stepped down from the stage amidst enthusiastic applause, and wiped the sweat from her forehead.

I just hope these parents never know the ugly tactics she used behind those words.

After the parent-teacher meeting, Ling Yi got into Tang Muxiao's car, who had lost the competition, and prepared to celebrate with her child.

"Mom, do you still stand by what you said?"

As soon as she got home, her child rushed up to her and demanded the reward she was owed.

Ling Yi's smile froze. Remembering her boastful words in front of the parents, she calmly replied, "Of course it counts!"

She directed Tang Muxiao: "Calculate the child's grades and give him everything that's due!"

Tang Cheng's improved exam scores were enough to buy Buddhist prayer beads that could cover his forearm and still have some left over.

At this moment, Ling Yi could no longer imagine the tragedy that was about to happen at the school.

The principal must be devastated to see a school full of bald monks.

Even so, she still had to lie and say, "Keep trying next time, otherwise you won't be able to find such good quality beads to give to your underlings!"

"Mom, that's not my little brother, that's my comrade-in-arms!" Tang Cheng retorted loudly.