Going back to 18, demanding 30,000 yuan in compensation from the school beauty.

"Change the song! Change the song!!"

"Sun Jiajun, that's enough! You've ruined such a touching song!"

"Hahaha, that's hilarious..."

Inside the private room, the students began their verbal attack on Sun Jiajun.

Sun Jiajun, having lost his energy from laughing, decided to stop the pranks and reached out to change the song.

At this time.

I wish things could be like they used to be.

Holding your warm hand

But you're not by my side.

May the gentle breeze carry my wishes for your well-being...

His steady voice and soulful tone resonated throughout the private room.

"Holy shit, you bastard..."

Upon realizing that Lin Zhao had taken the microphone, Sun Jiajun was about to explode.

However, when the gaze fell on the brother's face, what was seen was his unusually serious expression.

He swallowed the rest of his sentence.

The students joked around for a while.

Lin Zhao ignored it and continued singing quietly in front of the screen.

The private room gradually quieted down, the noise slowly disappeared, and soon only the accompaniment and singing remained.

"Time, time, please slow down."

Don't let yourself get any older.

I would give anything to keep you forever.

A father who was strong-willed throughout his life

What can I do for you?

Please accept this small token of my concern...

Outside the private room.

An Meng was still shocked by Lin Zhao's reprimand, her face turning pale then white, then black again.

Suddenly, I heard singing coming from the private room.

Through the glass in the door, I saw Lin Zhao holding a microphone, looking completely absorbed.

"He extorted 30,000 yuan from my family, then inexplicably berated me, and here he is, happily singing?"

An Meng was absolutely furious.

However, before anything could happen, a menacing figure suddenly charged down the corridor.

"Anmeng!!"

A roar, like a thunderbolt.

An Meng was startled and turned her head to find that the person who came was her father, An Yuanbiao. She froze on the spot.

An Yuanbiao rushed over in three quick steps, grabbed her by the back of the neck, and carried her out like a chick.

It didn't flare up on the way.

But once she arrived at the KTV entrance, she couldn't hold back her grievances any longer.

"Let me go! I was just having a get-together with my classmates, I didn't do anything shameful, why are you grabbing me?!"

An Meng burst into tears, feeling wronged, and stomped her feet on the spot.

An Yuanbiao wasn't buying it at all, his face fierce: "Didn't I tell you to stay home obediently before school starts and not go anywhere! You ignored me, didn't you? You sneaked out while I was out, dressed like a pheasant, and came to a place like this to embarrass me..."

"Who looks like a pheasant! Who's making a fool of themselves?!"

An Meng burst into tears, stomping her feet in anger. "How can a father talk to his daughter like that? Am I even your biological daughter...?"

An Yuanbiao was still furious: "If you weren't my biological son, I wouldn't care about you! At such a young age, you're already doing bad things, flirting with men and even bringing them to our doorstep to seek revenge, costing us 30,000 yuan! And you still have the nerve to cry! If I don't take care of you, you'll definitely kill your parents!"

An Meng screamed hysterically, "Who's been flirting? Can't I even talk to my classmates? And did I ask you to pay me back? I did nothing wrong, it's Lin Zhao who's being unreasonable. Just ignore him... You're the one who's guilty, afraid your workplace will find out about you having a son, and you're blaming me instead..."

An Meng cried uncontrollably, her emotions spiraling out of control, and she blurted out everything that was on her mind.

Caught off guard, An Yuanbiao became even more enraged and slapped his daughter across the face.

"Snapped!"

The crisp sound stunned An Meng, and also stunned An Yuanbiao himself.

Even passersby were startled and turned their heads to whisper among themselves.

"I hate you, I hate you, I hate you!!"

An Meng cried even louder and ran away like a madwoman.

The mother, Zhao Juan, chased after them from another direction.

"Why did you hit her? Just find her and bring her home... You're still standing there, hurry up and chase after her!!"

"Why are you chasing us? We won't die!" An Yuanbiao was furious.

"What are you saying! Xiaomeng has a problem, you can just talk to her about it..."

"She still has a grudge? I raised her all these years, do I owe her something?"

"Oh dear, what a misunderstanding! She thinks we favor Xiaobao and don't care about her... Actually, your son's household registration is at your sister's house, and your boss at work knows that, so there's nothing to be afraid of inquiries!"

Zhao Juan paced anxiously, then sighed helplessly, "Last time that kid came to cause trouble and demand money, even threatening to report us to his workplace, but we didn't really take it seriously. Later, we were worried that he would cause a scene at the teacher appreciation banquet and damage Xiaomeng's reputation, making it harder for her to get married, so we paid him off... If you explain things to her properly, she won't throw a tantrum..."

An Yuanbiao's face turned ashen: "Explain my ass! An eighteen-year-old, acting like a madman every day, might as well just die out there!"

Zhao Juan burst into tears, hitting him and yelling, "You rascal, you really are a rascal! If you don't care, I won't care either, Xiao Bao is still at home..."

After saying that, he really turned around and went back.

An Yuanbiao stood there for a while, his emotions gradually calming down.

He turned around and prepared to go home.

But after only a couple of steps, I still couldn't put my mind at ease.

Finally, he sighed resignedly and chased after his daughter in the direction she had run off to.

……

Upstairs, room 8308.

Before the song ended, a gentle female voice began to sing.

"Hmm~~~~"

The entire room fell silent.

The boys all put away their carefree smiles, only daring to show a hint of emotion when they were just background figures.

Thank you for everything.

Our hands support our home

Always doing everything they can to give me the best.

Am I your pride?

Are you still worried about me?

The child you loved has grown up.

Thank you for being there all the way...

The intense sound of guitars filled the room.

The fervent emotions soared to the heavens, only to suddenly vanish.

Lin Zhao used all her strength in the song, her blood was boiling, and she stood there panting heavily.

The private room was completely silent.

Sun Jiajun sat by the karaoke machine, his mouth slightly agape as he looked at his brother, barely daring to recognize him.

No... bro, you're putting a lot of pressure on me...

"Excellent, excellent!"

The class monitor clapped his hands first, and scattered applause and laughter filled the private room.

The students regained their composure and unanimously remained silent, offering little comment on the heartfelt and high-caliber performance.

It's not that I'm not moved.

Even if a young person's throat tightens and their eyes sting, they absolutely refuse to be sentimental.

"call……"

Lin Zhao took a deep breath, and his intense emotions finally subsided.

I sat back down in my original seat, feeling a little awkward.

"Oh dear... I'm getting sentimental..."

I was mainly thinking about my classmate Liu Wei from lunchtime, who talked about how his dad was distraught after hearing about his car accident a month ago.

He couldn't hold back and spoke his mind.

In fact, Lin Zhao's feelings toward her father have always been very complicated.

I feel guilty.

After all, when he was six years old, he chose to go to Shanghai with his mother, leaving his father behind.

Even though he had no idea what Shanghai was at that time.

There is also longing.

After arriving at the new home, her nouveau riche stepfather treated her neither well nor badly. He always called her his little burden, throwing her a few hundred yuan when he was in a good mood, and kicking her a couple of times when he was in a bad mood.

The image of riding on his father's shoulders when he was a child would repeatedly appear in his mind.

Of course, there was also resentment.

As a man, if you can't control your wife and your son doesn't have a complete family, isn't that a kind of failure?

But more often than not, it's a feeling of indifference, like that of a stranger...

But after spending a month together, all those feelings have vanished.

In fact, he and his father had barely exchanged a few words in the past month.

Old Lin is a rigid, serious, and always aloof person.

Lin Zhao considered himself to have a thick skin, but no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't pry a smile out of the frown lines on his face.

It's hard to judge, it's very difficult to judge.

When Lin Zhao first woke up, she also wondered if Old Lin resented his son more than he liked him.

Otherwise, no matter how strict a father is, he wouldn't refuse to show even the slightest bit of relief and satisfaction when his son has graduated from high school and is about to go to university!

But these doubts only lasted for a few moments and were fleeting.

There is no particular evidence.

Lin Zhao immediately concluded that her father was just a repressed pervert, nothing more!

It's like when his son buys him new clothes, he says they're expensive, not worth it, and unnecessary, but he doesn't smile and refuses to wear them for days.

But on the day of the teacher appreciation banquet...

Hey, guess what? He's wearing the whole outfit.

Lin Zhao teased him, "Hey, Dad, you're pretty handsome!"

Lin Haidong still frowned, looking disgusted: "We've already bought it, it's a waste not to wear it..."

Feeling the awkward atmosphere, she took out a bankbook from her pocket and handed it to him.

"What is this?"

"Passbook".

"...Of course I know it's a bankbook!"

Lin Zhao was speechless; she had never had such a difficult conversation in either of her two lives. "I'm asking you, what do you mean by giving me my bankbook?"

Lin Haidong remained serious: "Tuition and living expenses, I'll go to the bank tomorrow, open a card for you, and transfer the money!"

Lin Zhao didn't take it seriously at this point.

But as he touched the worn-out red cover and turned the pages one by one, his smile gradually froze.

There were many pages, much more than he had expected.

The passbook will show every transaction detail, just like a bank card statement.

The only difference is that bank statements need to be printed out at the bank, while passbooks don't, as the dates are already recorded on them.

Lin Zhao flipped through the pages and discovered that her father deposited 500 yuan into the account every month, dating back to 2001, when she was nine years old.

500 per month, without fail.

Sometimes if I forget to deposit in a certain month, I'll deposit a thousand next month.

After ten years, even with interest, the accumulated amount is less than 7 yuan.

In the world where Lin Zhao is a domineering CEO, this is just the price of a set of clothes and two pairs of sneakers.

It can be found here.

In this era when the economy is not yet developed, in this parallel universe where things have changed drastically, in this small county town where most people still ride electric bikes.

This taciturn and serious physics teacher had been diligently saving up for ten years.

Lin Zhao has truly surrendered.

"That old Deng... he either doesn't make a move at all, or when he does, it's a killing blow!"