Listening to Weiwei's constant nagging, he really wanted to cover his ears to avoid hearing her, but he couldn't do that. If he covered his ears, she might just explode. So, he had no choice but to endure it and keep listening. To be honest, Weiwei's voice was the type that would naturally put someone in a good mood, just like her beauty, which makes people happy at first sight.

But at this moment, Hao Jian really couldn't take in what she was saying, finding it incredibly annoying and bothersome.

Seeing Hao Jian's unwillingness to listen, Weiwei said, "What, you don't want to hear it? Let me tell you, even if you don't want to hear it, you still have to listen. These words, though harsh to the ears now, are like bitter medicine and will prove to contain truths that greatly help you when you reflect upon them later."

Pausing for a moment, Weiwei added, "You are in the prime of your life, and you should focus your energy on studying instead of sleeping in class all the time. Nine times out of ten, when I see you, you are either asleep on your desk or talking to Song Shuhang or Hu Lai. Can you show some self-awareness?"

Hao Jian hung his head low, appearing contrite and admitting fault, but internally, he had a thousand rebellious thoughts. If he knew Weiwei was this talkative, like an incessantly rambling monk spouting lofty principles, he would have preferred staying quietly in class rather than provoking Weiwei and getting into a conversation with her.

Weiwei, noticing his lowered head, thought he was introspecting on his mistakes and said, "With your talent in English, why don't you study diligently? If you master English, finding a job in the future would be easier."

With his head down, Hao Jian thought that if he really wanted to demonstrate his abilities, not just English but also Chinese, math, politics, history, geography, chemistry, and biology, he could achieve satisfactory scores in all. It's just that he prefers staying low-key and doesn't want to show off, which is why he appears reserved.

In reality, given his capabilities, if Hao Jian seriously wanted to study, with his memory and comprehension, he would master these subjects in no time, and achieving the top score would be as easy as pie.

Nonetheless, this was just a thought he entertained; he would never voice it aloud.

However, at this point, Weiwei looked at Hao Jian with his head down and after a pause, said, "There's no time from Monday to Friday, so this weekend, I need to visit your home again. This time you must be at home, and call your parents over, I want to discuss your situation with them. Don't worry, I'm not going to complain about you to your parents, I just want to talk about you, discuss your future. So, no need to avoid it."

What! Another home visit!!!

When Hao Jian heard this, a look of helplessness flashed across his face. Last week's home visit was avoided by him, but Weiwei was unexpectedly this persistent. After being stood up last time, she still intends to go, and listening to her tone, he couldn't really afford to snub her again, since she stated plainly, she just wanted to discuss him with his parents, not to complain.

But... damn it, where on earth was he supposed to find parents to talk to her? Wasn't this utter nonsense?

His mind suddenly went blank, feeling how women can be such troublesome beings. If you're to be a teacher and homeroom teacher, just do your job well, why go on and on about all sorts of things and insist on conversing with parents? Now, parents are busy making a living every day, not even having time to care for their own kids, let alone dealing with you.

For a moment, he was left without any idea.

However, just then, a spark of inspiration hit him, seemingly having thought of something, and the helpless expression on his face was immediately replaced by a slight smile.

"Haha." A smile suddenly graced his face.

But, when he looked up at Weiwei, his face turned into a look filled with helplessness and grievance, saying, "Can't I not have them meet and talk to my parents?"

Instantly, Weiwei firmly refused, saying, "No! I need to meet every parent and talk to them. You and Liang Xiaohan just enrolled, so naturally, I need to talk to your parents. If your parents entrust you to me so confidently, I have to let them know what you're like under my supervision and what you'll become in the future, to give them assurance. Otherwise, what kind of competent teacher or homeroom teacher would I be? This is something I must do, so absolutely not."

Weiwei finished her upright speech and looked at Hao Jian with a gaze that left no room for negotiation. However, Hao Jian's eyes held a faint sadness, appearing as if pretending, making anyone who saw this pitiful, imploring gaze feel there was a story behind it.

She initially intended to scold Hao Jian for not being the least bit receptive to education, but upon seeing his gaze, she swallowed those words back down.

Suddenly, she asked, "Do you have some unspeakable hardship? If so, tell me, maybe I can help you solve it."

"Actually, I'm an orphan!" Hao Jian suddenly lifted his head and said, his eyes filled with boundless grievance and pity.

Weiwei, upon hearing this, immediately showed a gaze of surprise, exclaiming, "No way."

Then, she questioned with suspicion, "But your student information lists your parents, how could you be an orphan? Don't try to fool me."

Yet, as these words slipped out, she slightly regretted saying them to Hao Jian, as she sensed the truth in his eyes, feeling that her skepticism had hurt him.

At this moment, Hao Jian had a pitiful look in his eyes, appearing pitiable, as if the stories were real. He lifted his head to Weiwei and said, "Actually, both my parents passed away when I was very young, now I can't even remember what they looked like. All I know is that after my parents died, I was taken in by my uncle and aunt, but they didn't treat me well. They always complained about the large sum spent annually on my school and living expenses. In their household, I've never been looked upon favorably."

"But there's nothing I can do, after all, I have no parents, living under someone else's roof. I've never dared to express dissatisfaction or lose my temper in this family. Even when bullied by my uncle's children, I've never dared make a sound because if I dare, then I might not even have a place to stay." Hao Jian said in a low and subdued tone.

As Hao Jian spoke, his tone was somber, with a hint of a sob, a kind of tone that would draw anyone in and make them internalize each word.

Initially, Weiwei thought he might be lying, but seeing his demeanor now, she was immediately influenced, instinctively believing Hao Jian, convinced his words were true and not deceitful, immediately realizing she might have done something wrong.

If Hao Jian was lying, he couldn't possibly have spoken with such emotion, with such infectiousness. Every word, every sentence he spoke felt so real, not one bit counterfeit.

Thus, she had doubted him, when he was already a child who grew up lacking parental love, now subjected to her suspicion, how much more harm did this do to his heart?

She suddenly understood why when she mentioned home visits to Hao Jian, he had such a look of resistance. At the time, she thought it was because Hao Jian had messed up too much in school and feared she'd inform his parents, making his life difficult.

Now, she realized she was mistaken about him, realizing why Hao Jian had expressed strong opposition to her visiting his home and even stood her up previously. It suddenly dawned on her how thoughtfully considerate Hao Jian was.

She almost had a slight disdain for such a student like Hao Jian, but hearing his ordeal made her impression of him change drastically.

Imagine, if such things happened to her, could she endure it? Everyone has a history that isn't known to others, and some are just hard to speak of, yet today she doubted Hao Jian, forcing him to bring up a part of his history he didn't wish to recollect. He must be terribly sad.

She realized she had said the wrong thing, done the wrong thing, but didn't know how to face Hao Jian at this moment.

"Um... the teacher didn't mean for you to reveal all this, I just... I'm sorry." Weiwei could only apologize as she found herself at a loss for words.

Hao Jian kept his head lowered, a sly smile creeping onto his face for a few seconds before being replaced by apparent grievance once more.

Initially, he simply wanted to avoid Weiwei's home visit, and an idea suddenly sparked, thus creating this story. Relying on his superb acting skills and natural talent, he wasn't confident initially, thinking Weiwei might catch on, but unexpectedly, she believed him.

He immediately felt overjoyed inwardly.

If this convinced Weiwei, then maybe she wouldn't insist on a home visit, perhaps ending this matter here with no further developments.