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The son always acted as if everything was a given; no matter how much I tried to teach him, he remained indifferent. In stark contrast, Yu Zhen was eager to learn, practically begging for more knowledge.
What surprised me even more was that when I didn't let my son participate in the competition, he came to me on his own.
"Mom, have you forgotten who your real child is?" Wang Bo stood at the door, his gaze bypassing me and landing directly on Yu Zhen, who was busy working on her problems.
"I'm in my senior year this year, and you're my physics teacher. This important competition, and you didn't even ask if I wanted to participate?"
"Are you really seeing someone else outside like Dad said?" He stepped closer to Yu Zhen. "Is she your illegitimate daughter?"
I felt my expression darken and interrupted him. "Wang Bo, do you even know what you're saying?"
"I didn't ask you because I knew it would be pointless; you definitely wouldn't agree."
My son immediately retorted, "If you didn't ask, how would you know I wouldn't agree?"
"I’m participating in this physics competition!"
I was taken aback. "So, you want me to coach you?"
A flicker of embarrassment crossed Wang Bo's face before he replied harshly, "Do you think I'm only looking for your help? Other teachers are lining up to teach me."
"Just wait and see; during the competition, I'll show her who's better." With that, he turned and left.
Before long, Old Xue came back. "Teacher Ma, why is Wang Bo so determined to participate in the physics competition?"
"We originally advised against him participating; he has already missed several months of classes and should focus on catching up first."
"This is your own son; if you don't take care of him, who will?"
I closed my eyes and said nothing more.
Yu Zhen is a particularly ambitious student.
On weekends, when she encounters a problem she can't solve, she comes directly to my house for help.
My address is not a secret; I used to invite students over for meals often.
"Teacher, am I bothering you?"
"Not at all. Curiosity is the most valuable trait in a student."
I explained the problem to her and even invited her to stay for dinner.
When my son got up, this was the scene he walked into—me cooking in the kitchen while Yu Zhen worked on problems in the living room.
His expression immediately darkened as he stormed into the kitchen, questioning me:
"Mom, why is she here?"
I was busy stewing ribs and didn't look up:
"Because you said yesterday that she's my illegitimate daughter."
"And so?"
"So I treated her like a daughter."
My son's face turned black with anger.
He paced back and forth between the living room and bedroom several times before finally sitting down across from Yu Zhen with a stack of test papers in hand.
As Yu Zhen pondered over her work, he deliberately moved his chair to make noise.
But Yu Zhen was completely unfazed.
By the time I finished cooking and came out, my son had surprisingly found his competitive spirit, as if he were in a contest with someone.
I suddenly fell into a daze.
If a child is not taught, it is the parent's fault.
In an instant, I felt a twinge of weakness. After my rebirth, I decided for the first time to have a serious talk with my son.
“Wang Bo, Teacher Guo is right; you are better suited for attending classes at school right now.”
“You're missing too many lessons. The physics competition takes too long and will affect your other subjects.”
“You don’t need to rush; there will be other opportunities next year.”
But my son just looked at me with a cold smile.
“Is this a good thing? Are you going to let Yu Zhen participate?”
“I’m going, and it’s none of your business! Can you tie me up?”
I immediately extinguished that flicker of weakness.
Three months later, the provincial physics competition began. My son and Yu Zhen both attended a short training session, and the official competition was next. But on the night before the training, an accident occurred. Wang Chao was in a car accident on his way back home to visit relatives, and now his life was uncertain. The plot from my past life had advanced.
The next moment, just as my son was about to enter the exam hall, he called me:
“Mom, did something happen at home?”
I paused for a moment.
My son immediately grew cold:
“I knew you wouldn’t tell me! I already found out!”
“Dad had a car accident; his life is uncertain!”
“I’m his son; I have the right to know! I don’t want to miss seeing him one last time if something happens!”
“Mom, someone as cold-blooded as you will never understand my feelings for Dad!”
“I’m not taking the exam anymore!”
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