Corpse Recovery Diver-Chapter 852 - 152:

"You look really good today, young, that's nice, sigh."

Tan Wenbin sighed, not even knowing why he did so.

"Tan Wenbin, if you keep flirting, believe it or not, I'll report you to the teacher."

Tan Wenbin frowned, confused about himself. He used to just like to bicker with the cold-faced class president, being a thorn in her side, but why say these things today?

He himself felt that what he said earlier was a bit too frivolous. When he gets into fights, his dad would only use a belt; if he harasses female classmates, his dad would likely run him over with a police car.

Thinking of his father, Tan Wenbin couldn't help but shiver.

Avoiding Zhou Yunyun, Tan Wenbin returned to the classroom.

Zheng Haiyang had come back first and had already told everyone about Tan Wenbin's grand feat. The boys of the class cheered as he entered.

Tan Wenbin raised his left hand, covered his chest with his right, signaling everyone to keep it low-key.

Then, he flipped over the desk and sat in the first row by the window.

Turning his head, he noticed a classmate sitting at the table next to him. Tan Wenbin curiously asked:

"Why are you sitting here?"

The student was bewildered by the question and answered, "This is my seat."

"Your seat?"

At this moment, a short female student who had just come back from the restroom walked up and timidly said, "Why are you sitting in my seat?"

"Your seat?"

Tan Wenbin looked towards the lectern's left side, familiar with the desk, familiar books arranged, and the familiar tin soldier regiment placed in the drawer.

He indeed sat in the wrong seat.

Tan Wenbin stood up and left that spot, returning to his own throne.

Zhou Yunyun returned after submitting her homework and, passing by Tan Wenbin, sneered coldly, "The class teacher already called your dad."

"Oh."

Tan Wenbin nodded, propped his chin with his hand, and began fiddling with an eraser.

Throughout the class period, Tan Wenbin was mostly zoned out, barely listening.

The teacher on the lectern knew he was daydreaming, but there's always a handful of students in any class who, as long as they don't disrupt, the teacher wouldn't bother them.

The bell rang, and Tan Yunlong's figure appeared at the classroom door.

Tan Wenbin looked at Tan Yunlong, walked forward, pulled out a cigarette from his pocket, and handed him one.

"Dad, open your mouth."

Tan Yunlong's mouth twitched and then he chuckled angrily.

Those behind them saw and all exclaimed loudly.

"Come home with me."

"Oh."

His dad's motorcycle was always driven swiftly.

Today's speed was faster than usual, hinting at an eager longing for home.

Opening the door, Zheng Fang, wearing an apron, came out of the kitchen, saw the father and son returning, and asked, "Son, what happened?"

Tan Yunlong remained silent, only unbuckling his belt.

Zheng Fang backed away.

As for her son's studies, the couple no longer held much hope, unless a top scorer could tutor their son all day, but that's impossible.

So now, the son's character is what the couple values most, he can have poor grades, but he can't grow up crooked or break rules.

Tan Wenbin was taken into the room by Tan Yunlong.

Zheng Fang returned to the kitchen, pushing the green peppers she was about to cut off the chopping board. She had planned to make stir-fried green peppers with shredded pork but reconsidered as there's no need for two identical dishes in one meal.

The dishes were ready, and as the soup was boiling, the door was knocked.

Zheng Fang opened the door, it was Zheng Haiyang.

"Haiyang, hey."

"Auntie."

"Wait a minute, Binbin is busy right now."

"Auntie, I came to tell Uncle about today's incident, Brother Bin was helping me."

"It seems today's issue isn't just about that." From Zheng Fang's view of her husband's demeanor upon returning home, it was likely her beloved son had added a new trick to his usual mischief.

Nonetheless, with maternal instinct, Zheng Fang still called, "Binbin, Haiyang came to play with you!"

"Ah! Ah! Ah!"

The reply was a series of miserable screams interspersed with friendly greetings to a good friend:

"Ah! Haiyang, there are apples in the living room, ah! Eat while you wait, I'll play when I'm done, ah!"

The father-son bonding activity ended.

Zheng Fang invited Haiyang to stay for dinner.

Tan Wenbin habitually squatted into a horse stance, picked up bowls and chopsticks.

At this point, sitting was out of the question.

"Beep! Beep! Beep!"

Tan Yunlong's pager at his waist rang, he glanced down, "There's work at the station."

Scooping a bit of soup into his bowl, Tan Yunlong quickly finished his meal and left home.

Tan Wenbin asked, "Mom, look at Dad not being home all the time, what do you see in him?"

Zheng Fang: "What do you mean?"

Tan Wenbin: "I support you pursuing your own happiness."

Zheng Fang: "Want another beating, huh? Your dad's just busy with work."

Tan Wenbin: "No matter how busy, he should spend time with his wife — I definitely won't do that in the future."

Zheng Fang glared at her son with exasperation: "Hope you'll keep that promise with whoever you're with in the future."

After dinner, Zheng Haiyang stayed to hang out with Tan Wenbin for a while, then returned to school for class.

Tan Wenbin lay on the bed facedown, started flipping through a novel book, after a while put it aside, picked up a comic book, also found it boring after a few pages, finally took out a yellow magazine from under the bed, what used to feel thrilling now suddenly seemed dull.

Thus, restlessly, the afternoon passed, and when evening arrived, urgent knocking sounded.

Zheng Fang, without work in the afternoon and staying home, went to answer the door.