Chapter 9 In his panic, he even blurted out his newly learned English phrases...

The next day, Ning Yao, carrying a small crossbody bag, followed Ning Yiwen to the Higher Primary School.

It was just before class started, and the students around her all had clear goals. Ning Yao watched curiously as the crowd converged in one direction.

But every now and then, someone would turn around and glance at her.

That's not right either, Ning Yao carefully examined.

He must have glanced at Ning Ge next to her, and then glanced at her as well.

"Brother Ning, they all seem to be looking at you," Ning Yao tugged at Ning Yiwen's clothes and whispered.

Ning Yiwen glanced around indifferently, didn't reply, and continued with his original instructions.

"Pay close attention in class; this course is a bit more difficult than the previous ones. Also, get along well with your classmates..."

Ning Yao was so tired of hearing these words that she was practically numb to them.

Ning Yiwen had repeated the same thing countless times as the two of them walked over that morning.

But Ning Yiwen felt that without repetition, she simply wouldn't be able to remember anything. Besides, the next class would mostly consist of students her own age.

Ning Yao loves young people, but she may not necessarily have much patience for these people her own age.

Just as Ning Yao was choosing between covering her ears or Ning Ge's mouth, she saw Huo Li.

And beside him, the man in the suit who brought him here last time.

Ning Yao immediately raised her right hand to greet Huo Li.

Huo Li saw her at that moment.

The two were less than ten meters apart. Huo Li not only saw her, but also saw the look of light in her eyes when she saw him.

Why does he seem so happy? Does she really like him that much?

Huo Li thought calmly, but the corners of his mouth couldn't help but curl up.

He nodded politely to Ning Yao, and even to Ning Yiwen who was standing next to her.

Ning Yiwen returned the greeting with a nod.

Ning Yao pulled her hand away from his. "Brother Ning, Huo Li is also going to the Higher Primary School. I'll go with him."

Ning Yiwen did not agree.

The hand that had been freed from her grasp naturally landed on Ning Yao's shoulder, pulling her back. "That won't do."

Seeing that Ning Yao still looked reluctant, Ning Yiwen had no choice but to back down, "Fine, I won't say anything more, just remember it."

Then, the two of them slowly lagged behind Huo Li and the other two, and walked towards the higher primary school.

Huo Li walked ahead, his heart itching with an irresistible urge to look back.

But then he glanced at his father beside him.

I thought to myself, forget it. There's no need to turn back now.

Ning Yiwen and Ning Yao lagged behind, noticing that Huo Li, apart from nodding and greeting Ning Yao at the very beginning, did nothing else.

So he stopped observing Huo Li.

Soon, they arrived at the entrance of the Higher Primary School.

The school was in complete chaos.

Ning Yao looked up and saw that although the people in the academy were several years older than the people in the original classroom, it seemed that the extra years had nothing to do with learning, but rather with playing.

Someone is sleeping face down.

Some people are stacking books high up, and they keep stacking them, as if they are testing how high they can be stacked.

A few people were gathered around, pointing at something on the table, which looked like a bamboo tube.

Ning Yao looked at it, her eyes crinkling into crescents with joy. Based on her years of experience playing with toys, she was pretty sure there were crickets inside the bamboo tube. She just didn't know if it was one or two.

...

fine.

Ning Yao looked at the noise in the classroom and felt very good about herself.

She'll definitely be able to blend in with the other students in her class.

Ning Yiwen also saw the situation in the classroom and felt a headache coming on.

Looking down at Ning Yao's eager expression, his head throbbed even more.

"Who are you all...?" A deep male voice came from behind.

The group turned around and looked at the newcomer, who was wearing glasses, slightly overweight, and holding several books.

"Oh, you are the two new students and their parents, right?"

The man introduced himself: "I am Teacher Lin, who is in charge of teaching Chinese."

Then, with great honor, he extended his hand to the middle-aged man in a suit next to Huo Li: "Chairman Huo, hello."

Huo Li curled his lip.

His eyes, however, couldn't help but steal glances at Ning Yao.

Ning Yao did not show any unusual expression when addressed with this title.

After exchanging a few pleasantries, Teacher Lin put on a friendly expression and turned to Ning Yiwen: "Yiwen, it's been a long time. This is..."

"A relative at home," Ning Yiwen used the same excuse again.

Many students in the classroom noticed the teacher's arrival and began to behave themselves as a matter of course.

I listened intently to what was being said outside the door.

Finally, the group echoed Teacher Lin's words, "Don't worry. I will do my best to teach the child."

That ended the topic.

Teacher Lin brought Ning Yao and Huo Li into the classroom. Considering the differences between boys and girls, she arranged for Huo Li to sit in an empty seat on the left back.

Ning Yao was placed next to a female classmate on the right.

After Ning Yao sat down, she smiled at the female classmate next to her.

But the female classmate merely glanced at her indifferently, her expression icy, a fleeting look of disdain in her eyes.

With just one glance, Ning Yao knew that the person beside her was not easy to get along with.

Ning Yao silently pulled her chair a little further to the side.

She doesn't like getting too close to people like that. It's obvious they don't like her, and she's not one to fawn over those who don't reciprocate.

Teacher Lin's habits were different from Teacher Li's at the original elementary school; she didn't ask the two newcomers to introduce themselves.

After briefly mentioning the names of the two new students who had joined the class, he began the lesson.

Ning Yao took out the books that Ning Yiwen had prepared for her in advance from her small backpack.

She raised her hand to support her chin.

I spaced out for a while.

A class period passed in the blink of an eye.

After class, the students who had been playing together in small groups quickly reunited.

Many people also gathered around Huo Li.

Unfortunately, Huo Li ignored them and didn't utter a single word.

To Ning Yao's surprise, several other people came up to her. The person they were asking about was none other than her brother, Ning.

Who is Ning Yiwen to you? Is he your brother?

Are you Ning Yiwen's sister?

"..."

Almost all of them were asking Ning Yiwen.

Ning Yao was stunned, and didn't even bother to correct the identity they had given her.

"Is my brother Ning... very famous?"

"Of course she's famous!" A boy sitting in front of her seemed to have had enough and turned around, looking at her with a disappointed expression.

"You don't even know your own brother!"

With everyone around her sharing their knowledge, Ning Yao finally realized how amazing Ning Yiwen was.

He had only been at the school for two years when he jumped from primary school to middle school.

Of course, many students are able to do this.

But his prowess goes beyond that. When Ning Yiwen was in the higher primary school, he attended a gathering of literati in a park.

He defeated a group of people by debating in classical Chinese, which greatly enhanced the reputation of Yumin Academy.

As a result, many wealthy people later considered Yumin Academy when sending their children to school.

Unbeknownst to many, Ning Yiwen also published articles in the newspaper, several times in a row, each one different.

There are botanical, physical, and historical ones.

The breadth of its academic scope is astonishing.

However, he is currently not even sixteen years old, which is too young. Principal Chen of the public school asked him to stay in the middle school for a while.

Ning Yao blinked, her mouth agape for a long time.

She listened intently, but didn't even hear them mention that Brother Ning earned a lot of royalties to support his family.

Perhaps they didn't know.

But what they said was enough to prove Ning Yiwen's abilities.

Wow, Ning is amazing!

At this moment, even Ning Yao's deskmate received a brief explanation.

He couldn't help but look Ning Yao up and down again.

Even if someone is good-looking, they still look like a poor person, dressed in a padded jacket and black trousers.

I never expected to have such an amazing older brother.

Seeing that Ning Yao's expression had softened considerably.

One person tells ten, ten tell a hundred.

Moreover, this is a small classroom with fewer than fifty students.

Now everyone in the classroom knows that Ning Yao has an exceptionally talented older brother.

Consequently, the way people looked at Ning Yao also changed a lot.

I used to think she was poor and stingy, but now I see her as someone who is actually quite shrewd and unassuming.

Ning Yao quickly became friends with them.

Ning Yao was certainly lacking in academic ability, but when it came to playing, she knew quite a lot.

He even shamelessly offered some "profound insights" about the crickets inside the bamboo tube.

Meanwhile, Huo Li, a true master of dog fighting, cockfighting, and cricket fighting, watched Ning Yao's smug little face from behind.

Hearing her long-winded speech, he scoffed.

He hadn't expected this little girl to be such a braggart.

What they said wasn't entirely correct, yet they dared to point fingers and criticize.

Finally, he even dared to say that he would bring a really powerful cricket to show them later.

He wanted to see what she would bring out.

After school.

When Ning Yiwen came to pick up Ning Yao again, he was surrounded by Ning Yao's classmates who were leaning on the windowsill.

"Look, that's Ning Yiwen."

"It doesn't seem like there's anything special about it?"

"She's very good-looking."

"True masters don't reveal their abilities, you know?"

"..."

Ning Yiwen could hear their whispers, but he didn't pay much attention to other people's words and actions, and didn't feel particularly uncomfortable.

He took Ning Yao's wrist and led her away, asking softly, "How are you? Are you adjusting well?"

They immediately inquired about Ning Yao's feelings at the school.

Ning Yao looked up at him, and her bright, clear eyes, like a light bulb, made him pause slightly.

"What's wrong?"

"Brother Ning! You're amazing!" Ning Yao exclaimed sincerely.

"Um?"

Ning Yiwen didn't take it to heart.

The most Ning Yao knew was about reading and debating.

But as Ning Yao spoke with pride and gestures about his remarkable achievements over the past two years, Ning Yiwen still managed a slight smile.

"So you should follow my example, right?" Ning Yiwen couldn't help but tease her.

Ning Yao: ? ? ?

“No, Brother Ning…” Ning Yao’s internal alarm bells rang loudly as she racked her brains for words.

"You're so amazing, I'm really proud of you! I was just saying, I didn't mean anything by it."

But Ning Yiwen had no intention of letting her off the hook.

"Look how happy you are. If you had achieved these results, I believe you would be even happier."

Ning Yao panicked, "No! No! No!" She even blurted out the foreign words she had just learned.

Ning Yao knew very well that writing articles, discussing the past and present, and citing classical texts were easy words to say.

It's incredibly difficult to do!

Perhaps it was Ning Yao's naiveté that infected Ning Yiwen, and Ning Yiwen walked faster and faster.

Ning Yiwen, who had grown another inch taller, had increasingly longer legs. With each stride, his long legs were equivalent to Ning Yao taking two or three jogging steps.

"Brother Ning! I really can't do it!"

Ning Yiwen walked quickly ahead, while Ning Yao chased after him.

Two teenagers, around sixteen years old, started chasing each other down the street.

Passersby consciously avoided their playful fighting.

As I brushed past them, I felt their youthful energy, and a smile unconsciously crept onto my face.

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