Chapter 17 Is he not Wen Zhi's type? ...
Song Juelan felt inexplicably annoyed.
What's so good-looking about that person?
It looks similar to the painting Xiaotang drew.
For some reason, he didn't like hearing Wen Zhi praise others, even if it was just a casual "You're good-looking".
Xiao Tang's face was flushed red from the sun and wrinkled like a bun. She ran to the other side of Song Juelan and hid in the shade of Song Juelan's tall body to cool off, while continuing to provide Song Juelan with information.
"And another thing, Ms. Xia is still single!"
Song Juelan remained expressionless, but inwardly he felt a little disdainful.
Being single is nothing; he's single too.
Apart from not being able to draw, in what way is he inferior to that glib-tongued person?
He didn't realize that he was inexplicably arguing with a complete stranger.
However, the thought of Wen Zhi praising that person's good looks stirred a strange competitive spirit within him.
Although he doesn't care much about appearance, countless people have praised his looks since he was a child, so he shouldn't be inferior to that person.
Isn't he Wen Zhi's type?
This sudden thought startled Song Juelan, leaving her feeling as if a small stone was stuck in her chest.
He didn't even understand why he cared so much about it.
As soon as Song Juelan rang the doorbell at her front door, the door opened from the inside.
Wen Zhi, dressed in pajamas, peeked out from behind the door, her beautiful eyes sparkling slightly, her slender fingers gripping the door tightly: "I've troubled you again."
For some reason, Xiao Tang didn't wake him up today. Instead, she ran to the next room to wake Song Juelan up.
After he slept soundly until the sun was high in the sky, he stretched and sat up, only to find that he was the only one left in the children's bed.
Beside the pillow was a note with sharp, clear handwriting, containing only one line of text.
—[I took Xiaotang to class]
Perhaps she chose to write a note because she was afraid the message notification would wake him up.
Wen Zhi picked up the note and stood there stunned for a full half minute.
Did he bring a little fairy home?
Wen Zhi felt a little guilty for having troubled Song Juelan so much yesterday, and now she had to ask him to take Xiao Tang to class today.
However, Song Juelan, who was standing at the door, only gave him a deep look before lowering her gaze: "It's nothing."
Xiao Tang ran into the house, washed her little hands in the bathroom, and then rushed into the dining room without waiting.
The cook had already prepared a table full of dishes, and the tempting aroma of the food was irresistible.
Once Wen Zhi and Song Juelan were seated at the dining table, Xiao Tang remembered that she still had a message to deliver, and immediately puffed out her little chest.
"Zhizhi, Teacher Xia said she wanted to say hello to you! She also said she wished you a good...good morning..."
Xiao Tang couldn't recall that somewhat complicated word, scratched her head, and got stuck.
He blinked his big eyes and looked at Song Juelan across from him with a pleading look.
However, Song Juelan was quietly drinking her soup with her head down, not even lifting her eyelids, as if she hadn't heard what he was saying.
Xiao Tang could only try her best to recall, her little fists clenched tightly, and she strained, "Good... Kang..."
Wen Zhi guessed what he wanted to say: "Get well soon?"
Xiao Tang's eyes lit up, and she nodded vigorously: "Yes, yes!"
Song Juelan tightened his grip on the spoon, his eyes still lowered, as if the conversation had nothing to do with him.
Wen Zhi nodded casually: "Then tell Teacher Xia next time that you thank him for his concern."
Xiao Tang didn't wonder why Wen Zhi didn't say it herself, and nodded seriously: "I'll remember!"
Wen Zhi didn't take that concern to heart.
Although it sounded quite sincere, he knew in his heart that there was only one reason why the extracurricular class teacher was so enthusiastic towards him: to sell him the courses.
Of course, there are exceptions.
Wen Zhi glanced at Song Juelan across from her, and unconsciously poked at the bowl with her spoon.
Only Song Juelan was kind to them out of compassion.
He felt a little guilty and lowered his eyes to think for a while.
Since extracurricular activity teachers like to sell their classes, it means they can get a cut from the tuition fees, and quite a lot of it.
So, if he signs up for more classes, maybe he can help Song Juelan.
Wen Zhi thought this was a good idea. She looked up at the man opposite her and asked, "Jue Lan, are there any swimming pool activities I can sign up for recently?"
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The ceramic spoon in Song Juelan's hand accidentally hit the rim of the bowl, making a crisp sound.
This was the first time he had heard that voice call his name. A tingling sensation ran through his fingertips, and he stared intently at the ripples in the soup in the bowl for a while.
Realizing the question Wen Zhi had asked, he hesitated for a moment before nodding, "Yes."
A few days ago, Zhu Zhenghao mentioned to him that the swimming pool was planning to organize a parent-child water fun day event, and the venue was a very famous water park in the city, which was not cheap.
Zhu Zhenghao enthusiastically asked him if he wanted to go together, but he decisively refused.
Song Juelan recalled what Zhu Zhenghao had told him and gave a brief introduction to the event.
Xiao Tang, who was standing next to him, even forgot to eat. Her mouth was slightly open and her eyes were bright as she listened to his introduction.
After he finished speaking, he immediately turned to look at Wen Zhi, his little face full of anticipation: "Zhi Zhi, shall we go?"
The parents paid for Xiaotang's lessons. Wen Zhi waved her hand and said readily, "Go, we'll go to the swimming pool to fill out the registration form tomorrow."
Xiao Tang raised her short arms and cheered.
Song Juelan was slightly taken aback, and secretly thought that he would tell Zhu Zhenghao later so that he could also go and help.
Wen Zhi suddenly remembered something else and looked at Song Juelan with some worry: "You didn't go to work at the swimming pool today, will you get your salary docked?"
Song Juelan shook his head: "No."
He initially agreed to help Zhu Zhenghao because he himself liked swimming, and helping Zhu Zhenghao at the same time would be a win-win situation.
The two had not agreed on a time. If it weren't for teaching Xiaotang, he would probably only go once a week.
"That's good." Wen Zhi felt relieved. Seeing Song Juelan's calm demeanor, she was piqued again and tentatively asked, "Are you working a summer job at the swimming pool? What year are you in college this year?"
Song Juelan paused slightly as she picked up some food, and her thin lips pursed gently.
He didn't actually want to talk about this topic.
He doesn't think he's young, but to others, he's clearly not old enough to shoulder family responsibilities, and he doesn't even qualify as an adult.
Compared to Wen Zhi, who is already a father, the gap is even greater.
He didn't like the feeling of being separated from Wen Zhi by a chasm.
Song Juelan put down her chopsticks, lowered her eyes, and answered Wen Zhi's question: "Just graduated."
Looking at that still somewhat youthful and handsome face, Wen Zhi asked with a hint of surprise, "Have you already graduated from university?"
She doesn't look older than him.
This time, Song Juelan remained silent for a long time, her hand on the table curling up and then relaxing before she whispered, "...High school."
Wen Zhi's eyes widened, and she choked on her own saliva.
A note from the author:
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