Chaos City 27 (bug hunting)
Three o'clock in the afternoon.
It is time for the young cubs to go back to school.
"Chief, our contract with the dwarves is about to expire, and they're demanding a price increase based on the original contract..."
After Jie Ling finished speaking, she found that Asu Lin did not respond: "Leader?"
A Sulin: "Yeah, I'm listening."
He came back to his senses and glanced down at the things he needed to deal with. "Approve the repairs for Watchtower No. 02 in the city within the next two days. Send Nianlie to review it."
"Chief, I already finished discussing this ten minutes ago."
A Sulin: “…”
Jie Ling pushed up her glasses and said, "If you want to see the young master, go pick him up from school."
A Sulin: "I didn't want to see him."
"I simply feel that the young master is too young," Jie Ling paused. "Yes, it's not that you want to see him, it's that the young master needs you. This is the young master's first time going to school, and he might have some difficulties adjusting."
A Sulin thought for a moment and said, "Okay."
He had just walked out of the hall door when a figure jogging towards him came towards him. It was Teacher Jeremy's assistant.
The assistant instructor stood still, panting, wiped the sweat from his face, and said, "Chief, the young master..."
A Sulin couldn't help but ask: "Being bullied?"
"No, no!" the teaching assistant frantically waved his hands. "The young master and his friends stole Teacher Jeremy's bathtub! The tub was flying around with the cubs in it, breaking it. The teacher was furious and asked each parent to come pick up their children. He found out that you had asked the young master to take the Listening Wind Wood, so he asked you to come over too."
A Sulin: “…”
The feeling of going voluntarily and being forced to go is different after all.
When Asulin arrived at the tribal school, all the cubs in the cub class who had participated in the bathtub theft incident were standing against the wall, not saying a word, with their heads and tails drooping.
The troublesome kid with a guilty look on his face was standing in the middle, leaving a small dent in the middle of the entire punished team.
Asulin had seen the cub's expression at home, and feeling the emotions coming from the blood source knot, he couldn't help but smile, and pressed his lips to cover the curve of his mouth.
Teacher Jeremy is very scary when he is angry. He holds a ruler in his hand and hits the palms of the kids one by one.
The cub, who had experienced its first tail shedding, was tough and was fine after a few hits. But when Ning Ren was hit, Xixi and Momo on his left and right refused to agree and rushed to be punished.
"Teacher, I was the one who started this. Please punish me if you want."
"It was I who suggested borrowing your bathtub. I should be beaten."
The two cubs lowered their heads and raised their palms above their heads, showing great loyalty.
Ning Ren looked around, stood on tiptoe and raised his hands, then said in a low voice with his head down: "I broke the bucket, go ahead and hit A Ren, A Ren is not afraid."
Teacher Jeremy: "Teachers don't spank children under the age of five. In such cases, it's usually left to the parents to handle."
He turned around and said politely, "Chief."
A Sulin was also very polite: "Teacher."
Jeremy was also his teacher when he was young.
"The young master will be punished by writing the word 'blade' twice. The parents will personally supervise the completion of the writing."
Momo immediately looked at Ning Ren with sympathy. This was just like being hit twice to feel better.
A Sulin: "Okay."
After taking the child home, Ning Ren refused to walk on the road and grabbed Asulin's tail: "I'm tired." His Feifei Wood was confiscated by Teacher Jeremy, and he could only get it back by handing over the two "Blade" characters.
Ning Ren was in a very low mood. His friends were punished because he broke the bathtub, and he clearly wanted to make everyone happy.
A Sulin: "Do you want a hug?"
The little dumpling shook his head.
Asulin held the tail out in front of him and asked, "Walk around you?"
Still shaking his head.
Asulin looked at the top of the little guy's hat - Ning Ren still liked wearing clothes with hats, probably because he would feel safer hiding himself in the hat.
He did not blame the cub for asking his parents to come to school for the first time. Instead, he took the large and small cloth bags on Ning Ren's body in his hands, then squatted down with his back to the cub, and asked, "Carry you?"
After a while, Asulin felt a heaviness on his back.
Little bastard.
A smile flashed in his eyes.
Asulin did not realize how much subtle changes Ning Ren's arrival had brought to his own character. He stood up with his hands, his back slightly bent naturally. His back was very wide for the cub, and it seemed to bring more security than being in his arms.
The slight bumpy feeling brought by walking forward step by step is actually very comfortable, as if it shakes away all the unhappiness.
"dad."
"Um?"
The short arms around his neck tightened, and the cub's face pressed against the side of his neck, his voice soft and muffled: "Aren't you a stupid kid? That's why you broke the bathtub."
A Sulin: "Of course not."
"Why?"
"Because you look like me."
Ning Ren: “?”
A Sulin stopped teasing him and said seriously: "I think you are very brave."
Ning Ren's ears pricked up.
"You knew you'd get beaten for admitting your mistake, but you still bravely admitted it. That was your first act of bravery. Even though other children were willing to take the punishment for you, you still took the initiative to let the teacher punish you. That was your second act of bravery," A Sulin said. "Only very few children can remain brave forever, and you are one of them."
Ning Ren: "Really?"
The Blood Source Knot was clearly excited, and Asulin hummed softly, "I'm not lying to you."
Ning Ren remembered it in his heart and was happy: "Then Ah Ren is the brave kid!"
"good."
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Ning Ren returned to the Central Royal City, slept for two hours, woke up, had dinner, and began to complete the punishment left by the teacher.
Before this, Ning Ren had never even touched a pen.
Asulin prepared a place for Ning Ren opposite the desk in his bedroom, spread out the writing paper, and used a pencil, which has become popular in the past two years, for cubs to practice calligraphy or for merchants to quickly keep accounts. In the past, they used feather pens, which were expensive, easy to break, and difficult to control.
Asulin first wrote the word "blade" on the paper.
"That's your name, a knife, plus a little bit."
Ning Ren held the pen with all his fingers, drew a half circle backwards, and put a dot in it.
A Sulin: "Your pen-holding posture is wrong. The pen tip should have an arc and strength when turning." He taught it again.
Ning Ren held Asulin's hand and observed it for a moment. When he picked up the pen again, it was better than at the beginning. He changed from gripping it to squeezing it with extra force and wrote a "丿" on the paper. With a click, the paper tore.
Both father and son were silent.
A Sulin: “It’s a paper problem.”
Ning Ren: "I believe you."
They changed the paper, and it tore again, and again, and still tore.
Ning Ren covered his fingers, feeling genuine awe at the idea of punishment: "So sour."
Asulin had a headache, so he bent down, hugged the cub from behind, wrapped his palm around Ning Ren's fingers, and helped him write word by word.
A crooked "blade" with each stroke having its own unique idea is freshly produced.
A Sulin turned his face away, unable to bear to look directly at it, unable to believe that the words he wrote with his own help were so ugly. Ning Ren was very satisfied with himself, the feeling of writing each word by his own hand was so great.
"When the seeds grow, A Ren will write a letter to Brother Isa himself." There is also Congcong, but Congcong doesn't seem to be in school. It doesn't matter, he can go and teach Congcong everything he learned in the clan school.
Asulin rubbed his lower back inconspicuously.
"There's another one. Can you write it yourself? Daddy still has some official business to attend to."
Ning Ren took out another piece of paper in a serious manner: "Okay!"
Seeing how confident he was, Asulin sat back down opposite him. As soon as he picked up the document, he saw gray pencil marks on his fingertips.
“…”
Never mind, I'll go wash it now. I'll have to wash it again later. Let's wait until A Ren finishes writing. A Sulin forced himself to ignore the gray lead on his fingers.
For a moment, the only sound was the quiet turning of pages and the sliding of pencils.
After a while, Asulin could no longer hear Ning Ren's movement. He couldn't help but look up. The cub had fallen asleep, holding a pen in his hand, his face pressed on the paper, his mouth slightly open to breathe, and drooling.
So cute.
These four words popped up in Asulin's mind. After looking at them for a while, he found a phantom bead in the drawer.
The Phantom Orb can reproduce dreams, seal spirits, and preserve images.
The soul of the fake night heron that was previously installed in this phantom bead has dissipated, and the bead body is damaged, but its ability to retain images is still usable.
He recorded Ning Ren's current embarrassing look in it, and thought thoughtfully that this bead could be used to record Ning Ren's growth in the future and save more photos.
Asulin put away the phantom bead and went behind Ning Ren to carry him to sleep. When he saw the piece of paper wet with his saliva, he was slightly stunned.
There was not a single word written on it, just a very abstract painting.
There are two figures in the painting, one big and one small. The big Milizai has long hair and uses its tail to circle the small Milizai. The small Milizai is holding a wooden stick in his hand, and there is a heart on the tip of the stick.
A certain leader who had been widowed for almost a hundred years was stabbed.
He gently tapped the cub's forehead, his eyes softening: "Grow up well, A Ren."
The cub wrinkled its nose in dissatisfaction.
Asulin gave him a bath as usual, wrapped him in bed, and returned to his desk to look at the painting. His physical condition was almost recovered, so he used his fingertips to slightly mobilize a trace of mental power and peeled off the water stains on the paper.
Now the painting looks much better.
Asulin sealed the painting and placed it in the same drawer with the Phantom Pearl.
Ning Ren still had one piece of homework left to do. After Asulin finished his official business, he took a piece of calligraphy paper and copied Ning Ren's first piece of handwriting by comparing it with his own.
After writing, he folded it and put it in Ning Ren’s big cloth bag, together with "A Century of Continental History".
He knew Ning Ren cared a lot about the seeds of the pink muhly grass and the eggs of the guhuo bird. He checked them for him before bed, and the eggs were stubborn and hadn't been broken. It was these seeds...
Asulin held the small flowerpot in surprise, and a tiny green sprout suddenly emerged in the center of the flowerpot.
This soil is indeed the most common type of soil in the City of Chaos, and it's also the least likely to grow greenery. The seeds Young Chief Isa gave actually sprouted, and so quickly.
He placed the flower pot in the most conspicuous place.
The kid will definitely be very happy when he wakes up tomorrow morning.
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