Because he had evening classes later, An Jianwen planned to leave after dinner.
But since she hadn't figured out why he smelled of Broken Heart Powder, An Ci naturally wouldn't let him go easily.
So she took the risk and said, "I'll go with you."
An Jianwen was stunned.
What did she say?
Go with him?
When he came to his senses, the child looked up at him eagerly and asked, "Is it not possible?"
An Jianwen was amused and patiently explained, "I'm not going out to play now, I'm going to class."
"I know." An Ci said, "I want to go and sit in on the class."
Listen in?
An Jianwen looked at the child who was not even as tall as his waist, and the corners of his lips twitched almost imperceptibly.
Today's evening classes are German and Mathematical Olympiad. Is she sure she can understand them?
"Brother Wen, just take me there." An Ci used the killer move of a human cub, pulling his hand and shaking it, acting like a spoiled child.
"Please."
An Jianwen was in a dilemma. He thought he was a principled person, but after meeting An Ci, it seemed that was not the case.
It's not for anything else, just because the child in front of him is too delicate and cute, and he calls him Brother Wen all the time, making it impossible to refuse.
"I promise not to cause any trouble and just sit there quietly." An Ci held up three fingers and said loudly, "I swear."
“…”
An Jianwen glanced at her and made an "OK" gesture, with a faint black line sliding down his forehead.
He said thoughtfully: "I can take you there, but you have to be obedient."
An Ci nodded readily, "Yeah."
Worried about her going out alone at night, Aunt Hong wanted to follow her, but she rejected her idea, saying that she would be back early and asked her not to worry.
Aunt Hong couldn't persuade her, so she had to ask An Jianwen to keep an eye on her.
…
It was dark at night and the lights were on in the classroom.
When the teacher stood on the podium, the two men arrived late, and An Jianwen reached out and knocked on the door.
"Report."
The teacher who taught them was an old professor. He turned his head to look at him and nodded, "Come in. Be careful not to be late next time."
An Jianwen said yes and walked in.
The classroom was very large, with ten sets of tables and chairs, but there was only one student, An Yiyao, sitting there. There was no other way, as he and An Jianwen were the only ones of the seven people who were the same age, so some courses had to be taken individually, while the others took classes in the next classroom.
An Jianwen opened the book and heard An Jianwen's voice, and glanced casually in the direction of the door.
As a result, I was shocked when I saw it.
Following behind him came...
Meeting An Yiyao's gaze, An Ci waved his hand and said, "Hi."
An Yiyao's expression was indescribable. Why did this little ancestor come here?
The next second, the old professor asked, "Jianwen, why did you bring a child here?"
An Jianwen said, "Teacher, this is the young master." Then he added, "She is here to listen in."
Young Master?
The old professor looked at An Ci in surprise, but he didn't fawn over her because of her status as a young master. He cleared his throat and said, "Since you're here to audit the class, please find a seat."
An Ci nodded with a smile and sat down next to An Jianwen.
An Yiyao suppressed his doubts and planned to ask An Jianwen after class.
The old professor began his lecture. An Yiyao and An Jianwen listened attentively, taking notes from time to time.
An Ci held his chin with both hands, looking at the dense German text on the LCD screen in boredom, feeling a little dull.
She glanced at An Jianwen and didn't see any accessories on him, but he definitely smelled like Broken Heart Powder.
Could it be that he accidentally picked it up from somewhere?
An Ci was lost in thought, and perhaps he noticed her gaze. An Jianwen turned his head to look at her, and seeing that she was in a daze, he couldn't help but want to laugh.
"Jianwen, please answer this question."
When his name was suddenly called, An Jianwen quickly withdrew his gaze and focused on the question assigned by the old professor.
Then fluent German came out of his mouth.
The timbre is mellow and makes people feel like being bathed in spring breeze.
An Ci narrowed his eyes and sighed in his heart, they were indeed more talented than the last.
After a German class, An Ci almost fell asleep on the table until the bell rang, and then she perked up.
"Is it over?" She looked at An Jianwen.
An Jianwen said, "There is still one more Mathematical Olympiad class."
“…”
It's shocking for a fucking hundred years.
An Ci was speechless. What time was it? Wouldn’t it be eleven o’clock by the time the Mathematical Olympiad class was over?
Are they planning to pull an all-nighter?
"Do you have to attend evening classes every day?" Could it be that she would have to be like them in the future?
An Jianwen nodded.
"What about the weekend?" She held on to the last bit of hope.
It's time to have a day off on the weekend, even if it's just for one day.
An Jianwen shrugged, his smile seeming self-deprecating yet helpless, "It's the same on weekends too."
An Ci didn't want to ask anymore, fearing it would be another blow.
This is too inhumane. They even deprive us of our weekend time.
"It's very late. Do you want someone to take you home first?" An Jianwen asked.
It turned out he also knew it was late. An Ci looked at the two of them, blinked, and said innocently, "They said on TV that if you stay up late every day, your hairline will be ruined and turn into a bald fringe, which is really ugly."
This was quite sudden.
An Yiyao and An Jianwen didn't know how to answer for a moment.
However, the child didn't finish his words: "Staying up late will cause endocrine disorders, digestive disorders, increase the risk of cardiovascular disease, and affect your growth."
"After all, the primary requirement for being a handsome guy is not only appearance, but also height of 183cm, and your hairline is closely related to your appearance..."
She kept chattering away, and An Yiyao and the other man almost fainted on the spot.
"Stop." An Jianwen made a pause gesture.
"The most important thing is that staying up late may lead to sudden death." After saying this, An Ci closed his mouth and looked at the two of them with his beautiful and delicate peach blossom eyes.
Being looked at by her like this, An Jianwen suddenly didn't know what to say.
He looked at An Yiyao for help, and the latter coughed lightly, "Young Master, class is about to start. How about I find someone to take you home first?"
An Ci asked, "Am I wrong?"
An Yiyao, "...You are right."
But don’t say that again next time.
"Since I'm right, let's skip the Olympiad class today and go back to rest early." An Ci jumped off the chair, walked between them, took one of them in each hand, and dragged them away.
An Yiyao was dumbfounded. Why did she always act against the rules?
"Wait, young master, we can't skip class." He said helplessly.
Unless they have some reason to ask for leave, if they leave like this, they will be considered skipping classes and will be punished tomorrow, and their parents will be reported.
"This isn't called skipping class. We're just trying to grow up to be handsome," An Ci said seriously. "Otherwise, who's responsible if we become bald and don't grow to 183cm?"
An Yiyao choked, "..."
Who will save him?
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