Old Yun retorted directly, "You... illiterate? Do you think I'm kidding a three-year-old?!"

He glared fiercely at Feng Zhiyi, his beard bristling with anger.

"Then I won't go either!" Feng Zhiyi remained unmoved.

Just after they met the day before yesterday, this big guy had discovered her background, which made her heart hang in the air for the past two days. If she continued to learn things from him every day, what would happen?

That meant her secret was completely exposed to Elder Yun, and he had her firmly under his control.

Therefore, she resolutely refused!

"You silly child! Why are you so stubborn!"

My goodness, even a civilized person like Mr. Yun could speak in his dialect when he was so anxious.

"You stubborn mule, why are you so persistent!" Feng Zhiyi glanced at him and retorted defiantly.

“Puff—”

Upon hearing this, Shen Yaqin and Lu Yunhai couldn't help but burst into laughter.

These two are hilarious! They keep going back and forth like a grandfather and grandson bickering and teasing each other in real life. Neither of them is willing to admit defeat or back down first. They have to fight to the death to win.

Old Master Yun was in a terrible mood at the moment. He snorted at Feng Zhiyi with exasperation, "Hmph! You girl are simply stubborn and unambitious!"

"Yes." Feng Zhiyi nodded honestly. "You're right. I don't have any grand dreams. I just want to be a happy freeloader, a landlady, and lie at home collecting small amounts of money. That would be enough for me."

Yun Zhiyuan choked.

I believed your lies!

In their first exchange, Feng Zhiyi narrowly won.

But she knew that Elder Yun would not give up easily.

Honestly, Feng Zhiyi couldn't understand what it was about her that caught the eye of this Elder Yun, making him insist on taking her as his disciple.

After sulking for a while, Yun Zhiyuan couldn't help but ask again, "Aren't you really going to reconsider? This is the first time I've taken on a disciple on my own initiative. In the past, it was always others who came to me begging to take them on as disciples, so you should be secretly happy, girl!"

Feng Zhiyi shook his head and said, "No, no, I still won't read it."

Living under the watchful eye of the big boss every day, the feeling of constant anxiety was unbearable for Feng Zhiyi just to think about it.

Moreover, to expect her to sit in a university classroom all day like everyone else and complete four years of university in a structured manner, frankly, she doesn't have that much patience.

Right now, she just wants to focus on her career. Once she's established herself, she'll take some time to get a diploma.

In her past life, she held two doctoral degrees: one in economics and management, and the other in engineering and technology. She had originally planned to pursue a degree in artificial intelligence, but...

Seeing that she remained unmoved, Yun Zhiyuan glared at her again with a look of exasperation. His old friends used to say that he had a strange personality, a bad temper, and was stubborn, and was very difficult to deal with.

But now, he felt that the girl in front of him was the most difficult to deal with.

It's like a stone in a pit, stubborn and hard, nothing you say will work.

At the age of teenagers, it is the best time to study and make a way for oneself, but Feng Zhiyi is different. She would rather say that she is illiterate than go to Peking University to learn from him.

Yun Zhiyuan felt defeated for the first time, sighed helplessly, and then remained silent.

Feng Zhiyi couldn't help but touch his nose when he heard the sigh.

She looked at Mr. Yun, then looked down at the three little kids, and suddenly said something that made Mr. Yun furious, "I may not be interested in studying, but my three kids are."

“Our Ziheng, Zirui and Ningning are all very smart. Why don’t you take them in, Elder Yun?”

You wish!

Yun Zhiyuan's anger had finally calmed down, but when he heard her say that, it instantly rose again, even stronger than before.

"Master Yun, you can take your time to consider it. Anyway, my three children are still young, so there's no rush. If you agree, great; if not, it's fine too. After all, taking on a disciple is all about mutual consent, and you can't force it."

After Feng Zhiyi finished speaking, under the nagging look in Old Yun's eyes, she added, "I'm not lying to you, my three kids are really smart. Take Ningning, for example, she's only two years old, but she can count from one to one hundred and can recite seven or eight Tang poems."

Can a child over two years old recite seven or eight Tang poems?

The last child who could recite the 26 Chinese pinyin characters by heart and knew dozens of Tang poems by heart at the age of two was Jun Zeyi, the great-grandson of Mr. Jun.

Junze Yi is only seven years old and is currently in the third grade of elementary school at the Kyoto University Affiliated School.

The child is very smart. He started studying in the second grade at the age of six. He is already using the fourth and fifth grade textbooks here and plans to skip to the fifth grade next year.

Yun Zhiyuan fixed his gaze on the three children, examining them closely. He was torn between two options: accept them? Or not?

In fact, the person he wanted to accept the most was Feng Zhiyi, but this girl was very stubborn and refused to take him as her master, which made him both angry and frustrated.

"Tell them to study hard when they get back. In a couple of days, when I have some free time, I'll come to your house to give them a surprise test. If they pass my test, they can come and study at my house with Zeyi from now on." Yun Zhiyuan said this and prepared to leave.

"Children, quick, quickly thank the old man!"

Upon hearing this, Yun Zhiyuan suddenly felt like he had been tricked, feeling depressed, upset, and frustrated.

But the next moment, when he heard several soft children's voices at the same time, his heart softened instantly. He was over seventy years old, and it was the first time he heard someone call him grandpa.

"Thank you, grandpa!"

The three little dumplings called out to Yun Zhiyuan obediently, their voices sweet and crisp. Even if Yun Zhiyuan had a bad temper, it was softened at this moment.

"You're welcome! You're welcome!"

Yun Zhiyuan forced a genial smile, said something with a smile, and headed towards Peking University.

Feng Zhiyi was so happy that she had found a teacher for her three little kids. She took the three kids and called Lu's father and mother, and then went to the Friendship Store to do some shopping.

When you're in a good mood, of course you have to shop till you drop!

When Shen Yaqin and Lu Yunhai saw that their three beloved grandchildren had caught the eye of Elder Yun, they were overjoyed and immediately followed Feng Zhiyi in buying all sorts of things.

Until Lu Lingxiao came back that night, the old couple were in high spirits, with smiles on their faces, and they seemed to have looked several years younger.

"Wife, what happened to our parents? Have there been any happy events at home during the few days I was away? I saw how happy my parents were, and their teeth were almost broken from laughing."

Lu Lingxiao held Feng Zhiyi close, his chin gently rubbing against the crook of her neck. His wife's neck felt so comfortable; every time he buried his face there, he didn't want to get up.