When I graduated from high school, my younger brother and sister were eleven years old, in the sixth grade of elementary school.

That day, I happened to be home packing my things, planning to go out with my classmates to work during the summer vacation.

But on that day, my younger brother and sister suddenly came to my room, saying they had a fight at school, the teacher asked for a parent to come, and he secretly deleted the message the teacher sent to mom on her phone, asking me to go instead of mom tomorrow.

I raised an eyebrow and asked him, "So why did you get into a fight?"

My brother's expression suddenly turned fierce, "Because that guy wanted to date Xuanxuan, he's ugly but thinks he's handsome, like a toad wanting to eat swan meat, he's not worthy, so I hit him, and then he turned around and told the teacher. I just wish I had killed him at that moment."

As he spoke, his eyes showed a gaze that didn't match his teenage years, exuding a strong sense of hostility.

I squinted slightly, then nodded, "Well, I'll go to school with you guys to see the teacher tomorrow."

Both nodded, and as they left, I heard my brother telling my sister, "You should have been more ruthless, so he couldn't tell the teacher, anyway, we're minors..."

I withdrew my gaze, smiling meaningfully.

My parents' way of education really didn't disappoint me.