Reborn as a Fake Heiress Marrying the Tycoon novel Chapter 914

Chapter 914: Stop Fighting

Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

Gu Zi’s mouth opened and closed as she struggled to explain. Yes, she had married an older man, but it was her choice, and there was no scandal of being pregnant before marriage—he merely adopted his three nephews, leaving her as a stepmother.

But trying to untangle that web of relationships was exhausting; she knew it could end up more complicated than it needed to be. It was better to let others think what they wanted.

Finally, she heard her name called and, holding Su Le close, followed the teacher into the office. The results weren’t being publicly announced; each student was called in individually to discuss their scores. It was a way to protect those who hadn’t performed well.

It was her first time witnessing a school in China that chose not to publish scores to spare students’ feelings. However, based on the expressions of those who exited, it was easy to gauge how they had fared. Some emerged beaming, grinning widely, while others slumped out, deflated like punctured balls.

As Gu Zi stepped into the office, she noticed several teachers clustered together. One teacher leaned in and asked, “Have you called Gu Zi in yet? Hurry! I want to talk to her. I think her Chinese is excellent! I’m a special-grade language teacher; she should come to my class—it would be a waste of talent otherwise!”

Another teacher chimed in, “You’re too funny! What do you mean by ‘waste of talent’? My class is better! I teach physics, and the best math teacher is also in my class. She should focus on the sciences and become a future researcher. Frankly, what’s the use of studying Chinese? It’s impractical!”

“I think you all should stop arguing. She excelled in foreign languages! Let her join my class; she can specialize in foreign languages, study abroad, or work in the diplomatic service. That’s the best path!”

Gu Zi hesitated at the scene before her. The moral education director noticed Gu Zi and her face brightened. “Gu Zi, come over to get your report card. Stop arguing, everyone. You should act like teachers, not a bunch of rowdy children! Don’t scare Gu Zi away!”

With the director’s reprimand, the teachers halted their competitive banter, their eager eyes turning toward Gu Zi, shining with enthusiasm.

The director nodded and replied, “Of course. Let’s talk in the office next door.” After instructing the other teachers to continue distributing report cards, the director led Gu Zi into a quieter room.

Without beating around the bush, Gu Zi stated, “Director, as you can see, I have a child to care for, so I have a request: I won’t be able to attend classes in person. I’d like to self-study at home and then take the college entrance exam. As for which class I join, I’ll leave that decision to the school.”

The director glanced at the child in her arms, who was indeed quite young—about three years old.

As a mother herself, the director understood Gu Zi’s situation. “I know you’re a good student,” she replied thoughtfully. “However, it would be better for you to attend school. How about this: you can bring your child to school with you. While you’re in class, we can keep your child in the office. Don’t worry; our teachers are very nurturing and will take good care of her.”

The director understood that, given Gu Zi’s capabilities, she could secure admission to a great university. Yet she hoped that Gu Zi would come to school, where her brilliant mind would thrive in a conducive learning environment.