Li Changzhou noticed that Yang Qinglan was paying attention to him and the book "Animal Weapons" in his hand.

He feigned nonchalance—a struggler would have been serious, but he chose to tease her the other way around.

Yang Qinglan glanced at him a couple more times as expected.

Then she began to lecture: "You're so careless. Why are you so oblivious to things that are useful to you? Or do you think you can rest easy as long as you're in the real world?"

Although Li Qianxia didn't know what had happened, she agreed with anything that involved attacking her brother, and chimed in:

"It was the same on the playground last night; he casually revealed his abilities, which is really worrying!"

"......"

If Li Changzhou were to say at this point that he was just teasing Yang Qinglan, he would only be seen as making excuses, as a stubborn and unyielding man.

"sorry."

He personally experienced the power of the proverb "a mute eating bitter melon—suffering in silence."

However, I didn't expect Yang Qinglan to be so strict.

Strictness is good. People don't grow up well unless you advise them, and bells don't ring unless you strike them. It can not only discipline him, but also discipline the children in the future... I like it.

Li Changzhou put the book back, picked up his water glass, took a sip, and rested his elbow on the table.

He asked curiously, "Did Qinglan Bookstore come first, and then Qinglan, or did Qinglan come first, and then Qinglan Bookstore?"

"First came Qinglan."

"You don't actually think I can tell whether 'qing' has the water radical or not just by listening, do you?"

Yang Qinglan smiled gently, but didn't tell him the answer, letting him guess for himself.

This woman is both good and bad.

Li Qianxia suddenly sighed, propped her head up, and said with a sleepy look, "Value games are so annoying."

"What's wrong?" Yang Qinglan asked, finding it somewhat amusing.

This version of Li Qianxia is completely different from her usual lively image.

“Ignore her,” Li Changzhou shook his water glass, ice cubes hitting the glass. “After a whole day of classes, everyone has a few minutes when they feel indifferent to the world.”

Yang Qinglan nodded and said:

"Actually, most people hate value games. It's like an emergency room. You are the emergency room doctor and you are the emergency room patient. Whether you can get through it depends entirely on yourself."

"Impressive!" Li Changzhou pointed his index finger at Yang Qinglan while holding the water glass. "No wonder he has a study at home."

"It's a bookstore. Also, don't point your finger at people."

"Understood." Li Changzhou retracted his index finger.

"Do you think we will win? Can humanity survive this mass extinction?" Li Qianxia had entered a philosopher's mind, staring intently at the two of them.

Li Changzhou thought she was sleepy.

"What do you think?" Yang Qinglan asked Li Changzhou, wanting to hear his thoughts.

“Just look up at the night sky and you’ll know,” Li Changzhou said.

"What do you mean?" Li Qianxia asked.

"Are the billions of planets in the universe just there to help humans find their way and tell their fortunes? In the vast universe, Earth is nothing more than an insignificant speck of dust. Why should humans be the last ones standing?"

"You mean we're doomed to lose?" Yang Qinglan retorted.

“Then I must say,” Li Changzhou chuckled, “why can’t we be the ones who survive to the end?”

Li Qianxia still propped her head up with her hand, but kicked him with her foot: "Stop talking nonsense, what use are you to me?"

Li Changzhou released the water glass with both hands, about to teach her the consequences of insubordination, when the door was pushed open and Zheng Qing, dressed in casual clothes, walked in.