I rushed to the school as quickly as I could and barged into the teacher's office.
York stood there with a serious expression, lifting his eyelid slightly when he saw me.
Apart from him, there were three tall guys with bruised faces and a stern-looking female teacher in the office.
Wow, 1-on-3, and my son won! Good job!
I couldn't help but give him a thumbs-up from behind.
"Mrs. Baker, York has gone too far this time. Look at what he did to these classmates. When situations like this arise, our school will handle them seriously!"
"Don't rush, don't rush." I said, "Let's first define the nature of this incident. Was my son acting in self-defense, or was it a mutual fight?"
The teacher widened her eyes. "Self-defense? Mutual fight? Mrs. Baker, you need to see clearly. It was York who attacked, and he hurt them like this."
I nodded. "Then, excessive self-defense?"
Seeing the teacher looking like she was about to have a heart attack, I hurriedly explained, "Miss Smith, let's speak frankly. There were three of them and one of my York. It's obvious they came to cause trouble and were counterattacked. You can't blame society for being weak."
York chuckled.
The others immediately panicked, shouting that York had thrown the first punch.
I looked at York, who had returned to his detached demeanor.
Alright, it's up to me!
"Evidence?" I asked.
They pointed to their injuries. "This is the evidence."
I was speechless. "This is just proof that you're weaklings."
The teacher couldn't take it anymore. "Mrs. Baker, please don't be unreasonable."
Look at what she said, obviously I've been trying to reason the whole time!
"Then let's call the police!"
The teacher:!!!!
"Mrs. Baker, what are you trying to do?"
I feigned innocence. "We're not sure how to classify this, so when in doubt, we should turn to the police. That's what teachers taught us since we were young."
"It was York who attacked and injured them. Even if they provoked him first, there was no need to hit so hard, right?"
I nodded. "That's true, York was wrong. How could he hit so hard?"
"York, come here and apologize!"
Reluctantly, York walked over and apologized unconcernedly under my stern gaze.
His tone and demeanor were as if he was saying "screw you" instead of "I'm sorry."
Taking advantage of everyone's stunned silence, I quickly added, "This matter, although both sides were at fault, as the teacher said, York did hit hard, so we admit it and apologize. We also hope that the other students won't make things difficult for York anymore, alright?"
Following the principle of peace and love, the matter was resolved satisfactorily.
Finally, under the guise of taking York back for reflection, I took him out of the school.
"Feel good?" I raised an eyebrow at him.
York snorted. "Aren't you afraid they'll actually call the police?"
"Go ahead and report it. Your behavior is probably just mutual assault. The worst-case scenario is a punishment, and if you're getting punished anyway, why not make sure they don't have it easy?"
I confidently told him, "Relax, I checked before I came. You can't easily give in when faced with school bullying."
York was speechless. "You're not bullying them, are you?"
"I went to high school too. Do you think I wouldn't know about your little schemes?"
"Right, you're eighteen now."
It seemed like he was mocking me.
I pushed him into a taxi.
"Where?" he asked.
"To play. When I was in school, I always hoped that if my parents were called in, they would take me out to play. I never expected that I'd be the one to fulfill this wish."
York looked at me. "You were called in by teachers when you were in school?"
Uh, I might have revealed a bit too much.
"Oh, um, taking a taxi is such a hassle. By the way, do I know how to drive?"
York rolled his eyes. "Dream on. Even if you could drive, you can't now. Don't forget, your IQ is only eighteen."
I wasn't happy. "You can't be so disrespectful to Mother."
"So, dear Mother, where are we going exactly?"
That question stumped me. In my memory, the only places to play were a park and a skating rink.
York looked blank. "Never heard of them, don't know, not going."
In the end, York took the lead and brought me to an arcade.
I was instantly hooked. It was like a wild horse running free, impossible to rein in.
York was speechless. "Are you taking me to play or am I taking you?"
Look at what he said! "Couldn't we just play together?"
York sneered. "Too big of an age gap, we have a generation gap."
Me:...
Brat!
But clearly, he was talking out of both sides of his mouth. He didn't seem unwilling at all when we played basketball, grabbed dolls, and danced together.
In the end, my eighteen-year-old heart was still eager to play, but my thirty-four-year-old body was starting to complain.
"Tired, I'm so tired, so tired!"
"Tch, useless!"
York didn't spare me any words, but he handed me a bottle of water with the cap opened.
I didn't call him out on it, accepting his service with a clear conscience.
After leaving the arcade, we went to eat meal together.
When we got home, I asked him, "Feeling good today, do you have any wishes? I'll help you fulfill them!"
York frowned, looked at me, and after a moment of silence, said, "I want to transfer schools."
Transfer schools?
I looked at him in surprise.
Suddenly I remembered what Talisa had said. It seemed he really did harbor resentment about entering Nobel high school.
Seeing my silence, York's expression darkened.
Just as he was about to go upstairs, I said, "Okay, let's transfer schools."
York turned sharply. "Really?"
I nodded. "Of course."
"Which school do you want to transfer to?"
But York asked again, "Are you serious?"
I nodded solemnly. "Absolutely."
He looked wooden. "So why did you spend so much money to force me into Nobel High School in the first place?"
...
I have amnesia, how would I know why!
This kid is really unlovable.
"Alright, alright, I was wrong, okay? So, Master, which school do you want to transfer to?"
This time, York was clear. "Common High School!"
I chuckled. "Such deep feelings, huh? Is there a girl waiting for you there?"
York snorted. "You think everyone's like you."
After he said that, we both fell silent.
York's expression was complicated. He clearly realized he had said something he shouldn't have, but he stubbornly refused to back down.
I sighed. "It's a good thing I have amnesia now. Otherwise, I'd beat you up so badly that even your own mother wouldn't recognize you."
Rarely, he didn't argue with me.
After a while, he suddenly asked, "Do you know how to transfer schools?"
Well... I don't know.
But there's always a way.
"Leave the adult stuff to the adults. Our job as kids is to give orders."
York looked at me with disdain. "What are you planning to do?"
I raised my eyebrows at him. "We're going to find your godmother!"
York: "…I don't have a godmother!"
Just then, the call connected, and I quickly said, "Talisa, your godson wants to transfer schools. As his godmother, you won't ignore him, will you?"
Talisa:...
York:...
