Chapter 12 The scumbag dad with stick education (12)

After saying that, Teacher Zhou sat on the chair and lowered his head on the podium to correct the homework.

Since the teacher designated the first ten minutes as free discussion time, the students also started discussing boldly.

Because of his short stature, Zhang Zihao is now sitting on the first desk in the fourth row, with no one blocking him in front of him.

At a glance, he saw the four words "My Dad" on the blackboard, with white letters on a black background.

His composition book was spread out, a pencil was held in one hand, his eyes fell on those four words, and his lips tightened.

His little ears moved, and the sounds of classmates' discussions reached his ears.

"I don't like my dad. He always smokes and drinks. He smells bad and has yellow teeth. He comes to hug me every time. My mom always scolds my dad and says she won't let him smoke or drink again.

Go to bed."

"My dad also always smokes, but I like my dad. My dad is awesome. He is so tall that I can ride on his neck like a big horse."

"My dad is so clingy. He always calls me baby girl. He likes to hug me, kiss me, and call me his baby and little princess."

"I hate my dad so much. He always says that he wants me to learn from brother A Ming next door. He also said that if he could choose, he would want brother A Ming to be his child. Huh, I don't want to be my father's child. He doesn't.

Me, I don’t want him either. But when he said this, my mother heard him, and she twisted his ears, and my father screamed in pain. I almost died laughing."

"My father only likes my younger brother and doesn't like me. Hum, from now on I will let my younger brother support my father in his old age. I won't care about him."

"I like my father the most. My father is a hotel chef and he cooks the best food. He has to work and rarely comes back. But my mother said that my father also earns money to support our family."

"..."

Most of the sounds that hit my ears were cheerful. The students told about their memories of their father, including some they liked and some they hated.

Zhang Zihao's hand holding the pencil tightened slightly, his face was tense, and his eyes were a little dazed.

What are his memories of his dad?

Grandma said that his father raised him from childhood, breastfed him and changed his diapers, but Zhang Zihao has no memory of those things.

What I remember most is that after my mother left, my father became more and more taciturn, yelling at him and hitting him at every turn.

Grandma always said that Dad loved him the most.

But, does loving him mean hitting him? Zhang Zihao was at a loss.

Zhang Zihao wanted to say that being beaten really hurt. He wanted to be close to his father. He wanted to be kissed and hugged by his father like other classmates and said that he was his father's little baby.

But when his father turned his palm towards him, all he received was slaps and pain.

Zhang Zihao lowered his head and subconsciously picked at the pencil with his nails, feeling very sour in his heart.

He doesn't dare to approach his father now, nor does he dare to talk to him.

"Zhang Zihao, why don't you write? If you don't do it right, get out of class will be over soon and there will be no time." A fleshy little finger poked Zhang Zihao's arm.

Zhang Zihao pursed his lips and turned his head slightly. He knew that it was his deskmate and neighbor who lived in his house, named Zhang Chaochao.

Zhang Chaochao is a bit fat.

In the first grade, everyone was unwilling to sit at the same table with Zhang Chaochao because he was too fat. Later, the teacher assigned Zhang Zihao to sit at the same table with him. The two of them are considered good friends of each other, and they have been at the same table with him since the first grade.
Chapter completed!