Chapter 100 I Hate Deception
Duan Mingxiao helplessly rested his chin on his hand and looked at the little dumpling. The young master's face was ugly, and his words were not at all forgiving.
"When you get back, remember to ask Ji Ruhui to get you some walnuts to help you recover."
Meanwhile, Cong Chun was teaching Ji Feng some high school math problems. The boy's voice was soft and gentle, and he explained the problems in a clear and organized manner, so that Ji Feng did not find them difficult to understand.
Ji Feng even wanted to do another set of practice tests in order to improve his grades.
About an hour and a half later, Cong Chun came over to Rou Tuan to check on his learning progress, since the young master had offered to help him.
Cong Chun then brought the well-behaved and obedient Rou Tuan to him. Rou Tuan was a first-grade elementary school student, so the difficult knowledge points shouldn't be too hard for him.
Duan Mingxiao stood behind the little meatball, watching him do his homework. The young master was practically fuming.
Seeing the commotion at the door, Duan Mingxiao glanced over and realized that it was Cong Chun who had come over.
The young master spoke to the lump of flesh in front of him, feigning a threat.
"I'm going out for a bit, don't you dare slack off."
The little meatball held the dark green pencil in its hand and nodded with absolute certainty.
The next second, Duan Mingxiao walked to the door and glanced down at Cong Chun.
Immediately afterwards, the young master pouted, raised his hand and took the initiative to hug Cong Chun's neck, then slumped against Cong Chun.
Although Duan Mingxiao appears slim in his clothes, the young master's body is full of firm, high-density muscles, and he is not light in weight.
In addition, he usually does a lot of strength training when driving race cars, so it was like a wall suddenly rushing towards Cong Chun.
Due to inertia, Cong Chun involuntarily took a step back.
The boy looked up at him, only able to see the young master's smooth jawline, his tone tinged with doubt.
"What's wrong."
Duan Mingxiao could only sigh helplessly, feeling a headache coming on.
He rarely encountered anything difficult or unpleasant in his life, but today he did.
If it were anyone else, Duan Mingxiao might be able to beat them up, but with such a young elementary school student, the young master was genuinely afraid that if he made a move, he would just beat them to death.
"He's so stupid."
[If you don't like children, Chun Chun isn't allowed to like children either.]
The little ball of flesh in the room pricked up its ears to eavesdrop, biting its lower lip with a pitiful expression.
He knew he wasn't very smart, but there was nothing he could do about it; intelligence is something you're born with, isn't it?
He simply cannot be as smart as his idol.
Cong Chun suddenly laughed when he heard this. Duan Mingxiao lowered his head and rested his head on Cong Chun's shoulder and neck. It seemed that the young master had really suffered a lot of "grievances" today.
Duan Mingxiao's hair was slightly coarser than Cong Chun's, so when the young master's hair touched the side of Cong Chun's neck, it made him feel a little itchy.
Cong Chun could only helplessly pat the boy's head to comfort him.
"Young master, you need to be more patient."
[Why is Chun Chun taking the side of this silly child? I've already been so patient, who has more patience than me?]
There's no one in the entire universe more patient than me.
Cong Chun pretended not to hear these words. He was already used to it. Sometimes when the young master threw a tantrum, he acted like a child and liked to make unreasonable demands.
Cong Chun pulled the eldest young master into the room and saw Rou Tuan lying on the table doing arithmetic problems. Cong Chun bent down and took a look at the arithmetic problems Rou Tuan had done.
The boy's breathing faltered slightly. He looked up and met Duan Mingxiao's gaze. Cong Chun couldn't help but think to himself.
He really misunderstood the young master.
Meatball did fifteen questions, but only got one correct: 1+1.
[Hmph, Stupid Chun finally knows how wronged I've been, huh? She didn't even try to comfort me just now.]
Duan Mingxiao's gaze fell on the red toy car on the table, his sharp eyes giving the boy a sense of familiarity.
The little boy next to him seemed to notice his idol's gaze. He used his chubby little hands to hold up the toy car in front of Duan Mingxiao, his tone filled with excitement.
"Look, idol! This is a gift from Teacher Chun Chun."
Duan Mingxiao took the car, immediately turned his head, and looked at Cong Chun with a somewhat unhappy tone.
"Why give it to him instead of me?"
[Just kidding, this young master simply hates kids.]
【I hate it, I hate it, I hate it!】
Cong Chun stared intently at Duan Mingxiao with his droopy, puppy-dog eyes, his tone tinged with doubt.
"Young Master, didn't I give you a model race car for your birthday?"
Immediately afterwards, Cong Chun's beautiful lips curled up slightly, and the boy smiled at Duan Mingxiao, his tone carrying a hint of smugness.
"I installed a power switch, and this little car can still move on the ground."
"Young Master, have you tried it yourself?"
Duan Mingxiao's original "righteous" spirit suddenly dissipated.
The racing car model was smashed, and some of the assembled parts were even broken in half. Now, Duan Mingxiao has neatly packed them all into a box.
Simply gluing it together wouldn't look very nice. There are specialized watch repair shops and car repair shops on the market, but the young master can't find anyone to repair this wooden toy model.
This wooden racing car model was designed by Cong Chun, and it's possible that only Cong Chun had the design drawings.
The young master hesitated for a moment, which was uncharacteristic of him.
What should I do? I broke it. How should I tell him?
"Did you break it?" Cong Chun paused for a moment, then looked up and asked him.
"Young Master, what's wrong?"
The little meatball next to him sensed that something was wrong and didn't dare to speak. The child unconsciously clenched the pen in his hand.
"The racing car model you gave me is very good, it's quite cool. In short, I like it very much."
Then Duan Mingxiao pretended to be excited, and the boy nodded slightly, his nose bridge high and straight.
"Of course, I tried letting it run on the ground, and it ran very fast."
[What to do? These stupid legs are practically useless on me, just kicking things around everywhere.]
"Thank you."
As he spoke, the young master himself became somewhat guilty, and his voice gradually weakened.
[Why isn't Chun saying anything?]
Cong Chun stared at him with her dark, bright eyes, and when she spoke, the boy exuded a strong sense of pressure.
The young master, who was fearless, seemed unusually guilty when facing Cong Chun.
The next second, Duan Mingxiao looked down at Cong Chun, a hint of panic flashing in his narrow eyes, and the boy subconsciously opened his mouth.
The young master decided to stick to his guns.
He always finds a way to fix the racing car model; Duan Mingxiao just doesn't want Cong Chun to be upset if she finds out.
Cong Chun didn't know what had happened, but he subconsciously deduced that the racing car model might be damaged, or that the situation was worse than he suspected.
After all, Cong Chun didn't like being deceived.
He hates deception.
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