“Xiaoyu, go upstairs and do your homework first. I’ll call you when dinner is ready.”
With the sound of a switch being pressed, gentle white light illuminated the house.
Aunt Liu set down her handbag and carried the groceries she had bought for dinner toward the kitchen.
As she walked, she didn’t forget to speak to Xiaoyu, who was eagerly running toward the stairs, ready to head upstairs to her room.
“I know, Aunt Liu!”
Xiaoyu shouted toward the kitchen, then ‘dengdengdeng’ ran up to her room.
Listening to the hurried footsteps, Aunt Liu looked toward the stairs in confusion and muttered,
“Why is this child so eager tonight? Usually, she acts reluctant when told to do her homework.”
“Could it be because her mother has been in the hospital, and she wants to work hard to get a good grade and make her mom happy?”
Aunt Liu didn’t know what kind of scene she was imagining, but she was so moved by her own thoughts that she felt overwhelmed.
“What a sensible and good child. Tonight, I have to let her eat more good food!”
Already upstairs, Xiaoyu was completely unaware that just her eagerness to go up had caused Aunt Liu to imagine so much.
Now, she had arrived in front of her own bedroom.
Xiaoyu looked at her familiar bedroom door, took a deep breath as if nervous, then slowly pushed it open.
Then, she saw Ling Xiaoyou and Bai Shuanglian.
Ling Xiaoyou was looking around Xiaoyu’s room.
Last time she came, she hadn’t been here, so this was her first time entering Xiaoyu’s room.
She had to admit, the room was filled with pink everywhere.
Pink walls dotted with little stars, a pink wardrobe, desk, and bed—it felt like she had entered a pink ocean.
Bai Shuanglian, on the other hand, didn’t survey the room like Ling Xiaoyou.
She had been here a few times over the past few days, so the room didn’t leave a big impression on her.
“Xiaoyou-jie!”
Xiaoyu closed the door and ran over to Ling Xiaoyou’s side, hugging her arm affectionately.
She shook it and asked,
“Did you come to visit me?”
Ling Xiaoyou understood that, because of their previous experiences, Xiaoyu regarded her as a lifesaver and a reliable big sister, so she didn’t resist the girl’s closeness.
Being considered a reliable big sister made Ling Xiaoyou happy.
“Sort of, but it’s more because your Bai-jie asked me to help teach you cultivation.”
Ling Xiaoyou pointed at Bai Shuanglian beside her.
“Eh?”
Xiaoyu froze, then looked at Bai Shuanglian with surprise and delight.
“Bai-jie, does this mean you agreed to let me start lessons early like I asked before?”
“Mm.”
Bai Shuanglian nodded lightly.
“Yay! Something good finally happened today!”
Xiaoyu raised her hands and cheered, then looked at Bai Shuanglian.
“So when do we start, Bai-jie?”
“No rush.”
As she spoke, Bai Shuanglian looked at Ling Xiaoyou.
Their gazes met for a moment, and Ling Xiaoyou instantly understood Bai Shuanglian’s meaning.
She covered her mouth, hiding a mischievous smile.
Ling Xiaoyou moved behind Xiaoyu, took her backpack, and placed it on the desk under the girl’s confused gaze.
Xiaoyu tilted her head in confusion.
Why did Xiaoyou-jie take off her backpack for her? Was she worried she’d get tired from carrying it too long?
Ugh! Xiaoyou-jie is so nice!
Feeling touched, Xiaoyu was about to say something when she saw Ling Xiaoyou unzip the bag and pull out her homework notebook.
At the sight of homework, Xiaoyu’s expression immediately stiffened.
Ling Xiaoyou looked at Xiaoyu, blinked, and said,
“Teaching you cultivation is fine, but…”
She waved the homework in her hand, making a ‘shasha’ sound with the pages.
“You have to finish your homework first~”
After saying that, Ling Xiaoyou suddenly felt a sense of satisfaction.
Who knew she’d ever get to say this line in reality?
“Eh, why is it like this…”
Xiaoyu took the workbook from Ling Xiaoyou with a pained expression.
“Well, you’re still a student, so your studies come first.”
Ling Xiaoyou patted Xiaoyu’s head gently in comfort.
Bai Shuanglian watched this scene from the side and nodded, feeling that Ling Xiaoyou looked quite suitable as a teacher.
But Xiaoyou probably was only fit to teach elementary schoolers like Xiaoyu.
If she were put with slightly older students, she might be mistaken for a classmate herself!
“Sigh, homework…”
Xiaoyu sat at the desk, pulled out a pencil from her case, and unwillingly opened her homework.
She then looked at the questions on the page.
Ling Xiaoyou stood beside her and glanced at Xiaoyu’s textbook.
Hmm, second grade in elementary school, huh?
That shouldn’t be too much homework—should be quick to finish.
Thinking that, Ling Xiaoyou was about to sit on the bed and wait for Xiaoyu to finish.
But before she could move, she felt someone tugging at her sleeve.
Ling Xiaoyou instinctively looked at Bai Shuanglian.
She saw Bai Shuanglian leaning by the window, reading a book.
With her sharp eyesight, Ling Xiaoyou clearly saw the title:
Hmm, an incomprehensible book.
Ling Xiaoyou judged the book as meaningless and wondered why Bai Shuanglian was reading such a thing.
Perhaps noticing Ling Xiaoyou’s gaze, Bai Shuanglian closed the book and looked at her, tilting her head in confusion.
Her hair fell with the movement, and her beautiful black eyes looked at Ling Xiaoyou as if asking, ‘What’s wrong?’
For some reason, Ling Xiaoyou thought of the little black cat she had met before.
Feeling struck by Bai Shuanglian’s cuteness, she hurriedly shook her head, indicating nothing was wrong.
Seeing this, Bai Shuanglian nodded and returned to her book.
Since it wasn’t Bai Shuanglian, it had to be Xiaoyu.
Ling Xiaoyou looked at Xiaoyu and saw her staring at her pitifully.
“Xiaoyou-jie, I don’t know how to do this problem.”
It was just the start, and she was already stuck…
“Alright, let me see.”
Ling Xiaoyou sighed helplessly but still moved to Xiaoyu’s side to look at the question.
[Xiaoli is 7 years old this year. Grandpa is 48 years older than Xiaoli. Mom is 36 years younger than Grandpa. How old is Mom this year?]
It was a simple elementary school math problem.
Ling Xiaoyou didn’t even need to think to solve it.
“Write 19.”
Ling Xiaoyou pointed at the blank space.
“Oh, oh!”
Xiaoyu grabbed the pencil and wrote the answer with her slightly chubby, childish hand.
As she wrote, Xiaoyu suddenly tilted her head and looked at Ling Xiaoyou.
“But isn’t that strange, Xiaoyou-jie? If Xiaoli is 7, doesn’t that mean her mom became a mother at 12?”
At her words, Ling Xiaoyou froze.
How was she supposed to answer that?
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