A Core Ship From The Start
Chapter 1527 - 1030 Distress

Chapter 1527: Chapter 1030 Distress

The next day, Tanaka Asuka didn’t come to class as she said she would, but everyone in the Wind Band Club had already guessed that.

Duanmu Huai, on the other hand, deeply understood the consequences of speaking recklessly. He finally managed to sound like a teacher and give some advice to the students, only to find himself approached by quite a few students the next day—well, all of them had talked to their parents after listening to him, most of them being second and third-year students, which was understandable. After all, the topic of the future was still too distant for freshmen in high school.

Some students would thank Duanmu Huai, saying, "Thanks for the advice, teacher. I feel more confident after talking with my family!"

There were also some students who would complain to Duanmu Huai, saying, "My parents completely don’t understand what I’m thinking..."

What can Duanmu Huai do?

He’s a physical education teacher, not a psychological counselor!

So he could only say whatever came to mind.

"Ugh... I’m exhausted."

Leaning on his chair, Duanmu Huai felt like a beaten eggplant, with quite a few worries from the little kids. Some he could solve, but others he couldn’t. A wise judge cannot settle family disputes. Even Duanmu Huai can’t resolve the internal family conflicts of others. He can only offer some advice, and as for what the others do, Duanmu Huai can’t be responsible.

"You’ve really worked hard, Teacher Duanmu."

At this moment, Tasuku smiled and greeted Duanmu Huai.

"If you know how hard I work, then lend a hand."

"I’m not very good at this kind of thing."

"It’s just that you don’t want to get involved."

Duanmu Huai sneered. He had come to understand the habits of Japanese people quite well now; they don’t usually meddle in other people’s private affairs. Simply put, even if someone else’s problem breaks the sky, it won’t have anything to do with them. If the other party doesn’t ask for help, they will just pretend not to see.

After all, they are afraid of troubling others.

The petty-minded nature of the Japanese is like that.

Duanmu Huai doesn’t care about that; not just Duanmu, but Chinese people aren’t like this. Even if you fight with your wife, the neighbors will listen with interest and find you the next day to say, "I think your wife was wrong last night..."

Unlike the Japanese, no matter how worried they are, if the other party doesn’t speak, they won’t act, so as not to give trouble to others. Which is also why Tasuku only handles performance teaching but rarely gets involved in internal student affairs. After all, even though he’s concerned about internal issues affecting the unity of the Wind Band Club, unless things become urgently critical, he chooses to stay on the sidelines.

Randomly intervening might lead to counterproductive results.

According to Duanmu Huai, these Japanese are neurotically finicky. He prefers to solve problems at the budding stage, unlike these Japanese who act dead until things explode and then intervene. It’s estimated that Asuka’s situation will be the same—unless Tanaka Asuka truly cannot attend the national competition, Tasuku will likely just turn a blind eye.

"I can’t help it."

Upon hearing the complaint in Duanmu Huai’s voice, Tasuku gave a wry smile.

"After all, I don’t have the skills of Teacher Duanmu."

"Alright, I’m already on this mess anyway, just consider it a consultant’s job."

Duanmu Huai waved his hand helplessly.

After that, Tasuku also excused himself, leaving Duanmu Huai alone in the office, as he had to patrol the campus. As for Banriya—she seemed more concerned about educating Naruse Mio to become a qualified Magic Girl. To be honest, even though Banriya calls "Lord Mio" every day, Duanmu Huai really doubted if Naruse Mio was just an interesting toy in Banriya’s eyes...

"Knock, knock, knock."

At this time, a knock on the door sounded, and Duanmu Huai glanced at it.

"Come in."

Soon, the door opened, and Huang’zen Kumiko walked in.

"Teacher Duanmu, I’m here to return the classroom keys."

"Oh, okay, I got it."

Duanmu Huai accepted the keys and nodded at Huang’zen Kumiko, who looked at him hesitantly.

"Teacher... about Asuka senpai..."

"There’s still no news, but to be honest, I think convincing her mother won’t be easy."

Such hysterical women are the type Duanmu Huai dislikes the most, those who only think they are right and everyone else is a malicious commoner trying to harm them. Being a child of such a woman is truly unlucky.

"I see..."

Upon hearing Duanmu Huai’s response, Huang’zen Kumiko lowered her head in disappointment. After a moment of silence, she looked at Duanmu Huai again.

"Teacher..."

"Hmm?"

"Are the things your parents want you to do always the right ones?"

"Who knows?"

Duanmu Huai yawned and shrugged his shoulders.

"What parents think is the parents’ business, and what children think is the children’s business, but who can tell what the future holds? Indeed, parents have experience in life, but often, their experience can’t keep up with the times."

Saying this, Duanmu Huai couldn’t help but think of his own childhood. Back then, the greatest expectation parents had for their children was to study hard, get into a good university, and after graduating, be assigned to a good unit, have a good job, and then the path of life would be smooth sailing.

They had reasons to think this way because at that time, there were very few university students, and they were highly sought after. A university graduate parachuting into a unit would become a woven-thread cadre, ranking far higher than many who had worked in factories all their lives. Therefore, at that time, everyone deeply believed that knowledge was strength, and as long as one studied hard and got into a good university, the future would surely be bright.

But what was the result?

Who could have imagined that more than a decade later, university graduates would be everywhere, to the point where it’s difficult even to find a job? Instead, those students from vocational schools, who were looked down upon back then, became backbone workers in factories because of their skills? Making so much money their hands were soft?

From elementary school onward, set goals by their parents, only to find by the time they got to university, it wasn’t what they expected—by then it was too late. The sunk cost of over ten years, how could one say quit just like that?

So, they could only grit their teeth and continue to toil onwards.

Around Duanmu Huai, many classmates were like this, gritting their teeth through university graduation, but finding it challenging to find a job, or landing a job with a monthly salary of three to five thousand. Some even had to alter their educational qualifications to high school or vocational school to apply for jobs, because many places no longer wanted university graduates... thinking they don’t have much ability and have a lot of unnecessary concerns.

So, many times, they complain in private: If only they knew it would turn out like this, it would have been better to follow their own ideas and take a risk back then. At least the outcome, good or bad, would be their own responsibility, unlike now, struggling through university only to earn a meager salary of three to five thousand, busy like a dog, unable to complain to their parents...

"Teacher?"

"Oh."

Upon hearing Huang’zen Kumiko’s voice again, Duanmu Huai snapped back to reality.

"Actually, it’s nothing... well... how should I put it, what I mean to say is, parents definitely want the best for you, so sometimes their choices can be overly conservative. Perhaps for young people like you, forging your own path is best. But for parents, they just hope their children live a healthy, safe, and ordinary life. Therefore, there can be different understandings between parents and children due to differing goals."

For parents, even if their children are just a salaried civil servant or company employee, at least they have a decent, stable job and income, and can support themselves, which brings them peace of mind.

But for children, they hope to carve out their own destiny, rather than pass through life like an ordinary person.

Yet the risks of doing so are significant, as succeeding is reaching heaven, while failing is falling into hell.

Even if the neighbor’s vocational school graduate became a millionaire through courage and diligence, parents would only glare and say, "People are people, and you are you. Just because others can do it doesn’t mean you can. Without your university degree, you wouldn’t even have this job and we’d still be supporting you!"

So once there is a difference in goals, the understanding of what is best may differ as well.

"Thank you, teacher."

It’s uncertain how much Huang’zen Kumiko understood, but she politely bowed her head and turned to leave. After putting away the keys, Duanmu Huai began patrolling the school.

However, at this moment, Duanmu Huai’s phone suddenly rang, and he picked it up to answer the call.

"Hello?"

"Ah, uncle..."

From the other end of the receiver, a familiar voice was heard.

"It’s me, it’s Xiao’Lu."

"Oh, it’s you..."

"Yes, I got your phone number from Aiko senpai... Sorry, am I bothering you?"

"Not at all, what can I do for you?"

"Um... well..."

On the other end of the phone, Xiao’Lu’s voice was somewhat weak.

"It’s just... if possible, I would like to meet with you, uncle..."

"Hmm? Like last time?"

"No... this time it’s just me... alone... Aiko senpai has something going on..."

"Oh?"

Upon hearing this, Duanmu Huai couldn’t help but be taken aback. He remembered that Xiao’Lu originally said she just wanted to experience it once, but what’s going on now?

Could it be his skills were too good? So addictive?

Well, this is good too.

"No problem, let’s meet at the usual spot."

Although she’s not a Spicy Girl, this kind of sweet girl also has a unique charm, doesn’t she?