Time flies, and in the blink of an eye, it's already the first month of the lunar calendar.
This is Zhao Xiaoyue's second Chinese New Year. Last year was miserable, but this year she has plenty of snacks, melon seeds, and red envelopes.
On the eve of the Lunar New Year, Zhao Xiaoyue invited Uncle Pu to her house so that they could spend the New Year together.
While other families celebrated New Year's Eve by watching variety shows and chatting, the Zhao family did something different. Uncle Pu stared blankly at the night sky outside the window, while Zhao Xiaoyue's family was doing their year-end summary.
Zhao Xiaoyue was too small to sit on the chair, and too tall to stand on it, so she simply squatted on the chair to listen to her grandmother talk.
The old lady had a strong voice. "I won't say much else, just talk about this year's performance."
Overall, it's been pretty good. We've joined the ranks of those earning over 10,000 yuan a month, and we hope to open another branch next year!
Zhao Guozhong had lost a lot of weight, and Li Guilan looked quite well; the couple were both in high spirits.
Zhao Xiaoyue looked at her parents and said, "Overall, things started well."
The old lady spoke passionately for a while, then felt thirsty, picked up her drink, took a sip, and concluded, "Overall, this year has been good, with both hardships and gains."
Guozhong has already reviewed the accounts. I have nothing more to say. Does anyone else have anything to add?
The family sat together, looking at each other, all very happy.
Unexpectedly, many changes have taken place in the family in the past two years. Zhao Guozhong thought that things would be smooth sailing from now on!
Just then, someone set off fireworks and firecrackers outside the window. The small firecrackers were very loud, and the double-bang firecrackers made people's livers tremble.
The New Year's Eve dinner was laid out on the table. Uncle Pu said impatiently, "Can we eat now? You talk too much nonsense."
Then he started eating on his own, and Zhao Xiaoyue trimmed his beard. At the time, Zhao Xiaoyue said, "Master, it's the New Year, let me give you a new hairstyle."
Then the scissors snipped across Master Pu's head, leaving him with only a wisp of beard and his hair cut short.
After getting a haircut, Pu Liuye looked like a very handsome old man, but he particularly disliked his clean appearance.
Zhao Xiaoyue didn't care about anything else and pulled her master to sit down at his house.
Zhao Guozhong and Li Guilan didn't have much of an opinion; an elderly person living alone couldn't eat much anyway.
Zhao Xiaoyue didn't say anything. Zhao Guozhong raised his glass, and only Pu Liuye's glass contained wine. Zhao Guozhong said, "I propose a toast to a fresh start for the new year!"
Then, apart from Master Pu, everyone else was clinking glasses.
On this joyous festival, everyone is praying that their wishes will come true, but Situ Ming feels as if he is undergoing a tribulation.
Shanghai No. 2 Middle School is a school that covers the entire country from elementary to high school. It is said to cover an area of tens of thousands of acres and focuses on providing a one-stop service.
However, they separate primary, middle, and high schools into different areas. There's a very apt description: "A belly stuffed with chicken and a quail," haha!
At this moment, in this high-class campus restroom, Situ Ming was lying on the ground, unable to get up.
A few thugs who looked like students from No. 2 Middle School came out of the toilet in a sleazy manner, their arms around each other's shoulders and swearing from time to time.
As Situ Ming listened to the fireworks exploding outside, he thought it would be better if he died like this, but he still had many worries.
He mocked himself, wondering what the point of this miserable existence was. Yet he had no choice but to get up and continue with what he hadn't finished.
The teacher on duty called impatiently from downstairs, "Situ Ming, come downstairs when you're done cleaning. What are you dawdling about?"
Situ Ming took off his filthy clothes and threw them into the trash can, then wiped the blood from the corner of his eye. "That's it!"
The teacher with small eyes, her hair slicked back and powdered, said, "Hurry up and go, I have things to do. I've been working on this little bit of work for so long."
Then he walked away muttering to himself!
Fireworks exploded, illuminating the night sky and making some places seem even darker!
Zhao Xiaoyue was not a real child after all. She sat on the sofa chatting with Uncle Pu and listening to the old man tell some stories.
As he spoke, the old man turned to look at Zhao Xiaoyue and said, "I heard you participated in another competition and achieved a good result. Did you skip a grade again?"
Zhao Xiaoyue was stunned for a few seconds, then asked suspiciously, "Master, where did you get this information? How come you're so well-informed?"
Sixth Master Pu crossed his legs and said, "Never mind all that, just tell me, isn't that right?"
Zhao Xiaoyue honestly replied, "In the second half of the year, my fifth-grade homeroom teacher said I was too young and could only jump like this."
Zhao Xiaoyue could never figure out Master Pu. When the old man asked her this, her sixth sense told her that there was a trap.
Sixth Master patiently advised, "Don't be too reckless in anything you do, otherwise you'll break if you're too rigid, and you'll get hurt if you're too clever!"
Zhao Xiaoyue cracked some melon seeds and said, "Don't worry, I know what I'm doing!"
Having crawled in the dark for too long, one has more or less evolved the ability to sense danger.
"Since you're so filial to me, I'll take you on a trip after the New Year. Do you dare to go?"
Zhao Xiaoyue's eyes lit up. She tossed aside the sunflower seeds and leaned closer to her master, "Where are we going? How long? Is the place fun? We won't go if it's not something new. You decide!"
Sixth Master Pu glared, stood up, and left, saying, "Go if you want, don't go! Humph! Don't see me off!"
"Hey, hey, Sixth Grandpa, don't go! Tell me the details so I can prepare, you old man!"
After watching Uncle Pu walk back, Zhao Xiaoyue also went back to her room to sleep. Zhao Guozhong and the others couldn't stay up all night and went to bed early. Since she didn't have any relatives visiting tomorrow, she decided to sleep in!
Spring has arrived, and Zhao Xiaoyue has moved directly to the fifth-grade classroom. Teachers and classmates alike are marveling at how amazing the world of geniuses is, a prodigy who is not even eight years old!
Zhao Xiaoyue placed the spring competition trophy on the fifth-grade homeroom teacher's desk and said ingratiatingly, "Look, I got the trophy. Can we talk about the leave again? I won't ask for more than a hundred days, not a single day more, okay? Hehehe!"
Then they started massaging my shoulders and pounding my legs, being very obedient.
Holding the trophy, Teacher Ji was secretly delighted, but she started scolding, "Zhao Xiaoyue, listen to what you're saying! A hundred days off? Are you even a student?"
Zhao Xiaoyue said firmly, "Yes, teacher."
Teacher Ji slammed her hand on the table, almost knocking the trophy over. She quickly caught it, her heart nearly leaping out of her chest – this was a provincial-level trophy!
"Ahem," Teacher Ji chuckled, trying to compose herself, and continued her tirade, "Tell me what you're planning to do. What, you felt you missed out because you weren't even a hundred days old when you were born, and now you want to make up for it?"
Zhao Xiaoyue thought to herself, "Is Teacher Ji's mouth filled with razor blades? Every word she says is like a stab."
But the master's offer was very tempting—an adventure!—and he wouldn't tell her where they were going, which made her incredibly anxious.
Zhao Xiaoyue lowered her head and kicked her toes. Teacher Ji sighed, "Zhao Xiaoyue, being a child prodigy is a good thing, but you have to be more careful in everything you do. Being too proud is not a good thing. Alright, go back to class!"
Zhao Xiaoyue looked up, her eyes brimming with tears, and asked, "Teacher, is it fake...?"
Teacher Ji glared at her, "If I don't see you on the 101st day, I'll call your parents!"
Zhao Xiaoyue stood at attention and said, "Yes, teacher, bye-bye!"
Teacher Ji smiled as she watched Zhao Xiaoyue run away, "She's like a little monkey."
She turned around and went to wipe the trophy with her small handkerchief.
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