Chapter 185 The Mask of Pain
Jiang Jianni blinked, puzzled. "W-what?"
Lu Xiangyang sighed and said in a low voice, "You want to adopt that child, isn't it because you're thinking about your own background?"
Jiang Jiani never showed any negative emotions about being picked up by her grandmother.
But how can someone who suddenly learns their true identity behave the same as usual?
Even if they are the same, it's because of some other reason that they have to pretend to be the same.
Considering that Jiang Jiani was about to give birth at that time, Lu Xiangyang felt that she must have been pretending to be calm for the sake of the child.
Jiang Jianni blinked again as she watched him suddenly become somewhat sad.
No, what exactly is going on?
Lu Xiangyang didn't want her to keep grieving, so he said, "If you really think that child is meant for us, then let's raise it."
"It's not like our family can't afford to raise three children."
Then, remembering that Jiang Jianni was the main breadwinner in the family, he said, "By the way, Jianni, is there something you can teach me?"
Jiang Jianni was still reeling from the shock that Lu Xiangyang had actually agreed to adopt the little girl when she heard this. She was even more surprised and pointed to herself, asking in astonishment:
"Me? Teach you? What can I teach you?"
"How about I teach you how to flick chalk?"
"I'm the most accurate at flicking chalk."
"Or do you want to learn pen spinning?"
cough.
Since she arrived in this era, she has automatically acquired the skill of flicking chalk.
When I was in school, I was the one who got flicked by the teacher. I never imagined that one day I would be the one flicking someone else's finger.
To be honest, the feeling of casually flicking your wrist and leaving a white mark on someone's forehead is really wonderful.
After returning to school following her postpartum confinement period, she is working hard to develop new skills.
The goal is to be able to flick a student's forehead or finger whenever they want, and even flick a student's pen away with a chalk tip when they spin it in class.
By the way, the students in her class learned the pen-spinning trick from her.
no way.
How many modern college students don't know how to spin a pen?
I wouldn't say I know all the techniques, but I can at least know one or two or three of them.
Unfortunately for Jiang Jianni, she was the kind of person who knew almost everything.
For a period of time in high school, her deskmate was a boy who was particularly good at twirling a pen. She was so envious of how smoothly he twirled his pen that she specifically asked him to teach her.
Until she transmigrated to this era, they maintained this awkward and unconventional master-disciple relationship.
Moreover, pen spinning is addictive. Once you learn it, it becomes an instinct; you'll want to spin any stick-like object you have in your hand.
When Jiang Jiani first entered university, each dormitory had to prepare a performance for the freshman party.
Jiang Jianni was preparing a pen-spinning performance.
Various techniques were cleverly linked together, and for a full five minutes, the ballpoint pen never touched the ground, truly stealing the show.
Later, many students from other classes and departments came to peek into their classroom, but she didn't know any of it.
It wasn't until her junior year of college that Jiang Jianni accidentally learned that everyone was coming to their class to admire the girl who was said to be even better at twirling a pen than the boys.
During her freshman and sophomore years, Jiang Jianni was so engrossed in reading that she was glued to the computer all day long, completely unaware of what was happening.
Now that I've traveled through time, my pen-spinning skills have naturally come with me.
Ever since she accidentally twirled her pen during class and was seen doing so by her students, who then asked her to demonstrate, students in several of her classes, regardless of gender, started twirling their pens. This trend even spread to other classes and grades, and to other schools.
After marrying Lu Xiangyang, Jiang Jiani compared the two men.
She went to university, and so did Lu Xiangyang, who went to a military academy.
She is a proud teacher, and Lu Xiangyang is a proud soldier of the People's Liberation Army, the kind who has made outstanding contributions during missions.
She understands, and Lu Xiangyang will basically do everything.
The only things Lu Xiangyang probably doesn't know how to do are menstruation and childbirth.
So she really didn't know what Lu Xiangyang could learn from her.
Lu Xiangyang's embarrassment instantly turned into a wry smile: "What are you talking about? What's the use of me learning all this?"
He coughed awkwardly and said in a low voice, "I mean, could you teach me how to write a novel?"
"???"
Jiang Jianni's eyes widened suddenly.
Lu Xiangyang felt extremely embarrassed by her gaze and quickly explained, "I mean, if we adopt that little girl, our family will have three children."
"Three children, two houses with mortgages to pay off."
"Although we have two properties that can generate rental income, who knows if it's stable?"
"I'm a grown man, I can't be unable to support my family and rely on my wife to support me, can I?"
Jiang Jianni retorted instinctively, "What's wrong? Can't women support a family? Do you look down on women?"
Lu Xiangyang suddenly discovered a quirk in Jiang Jianni: she gets particularly agitated when the topic of men and women comes up.
Looking back, Jiang Jianni seems to have been like that before.
She doesn't care much about many things. Many young girls like pretty clothes, but she would rather buy the fabric and make them herself than buy them from outside—this is a misunderstanding, because Jiang Jianni doesn't like many of the styles available outside, so she makes them herself.
If there are tons of new clothes available outside, who would want to make their own?
She doesn't particularly love making clothes.
But Lu Xiangyang didn't know that.
He only noticed that Jiang Jianni didn't care about men or women, but she was particularly concerned about whether there was fairness between men and women.
Even before the child was born, she repeatedly hinted that she preferred a boy or a girl. When something happened to a relative, neighbor, or friend, she would say things like, "It's because the parents can't treat each other equally."
Just now, he simply said that he couldn't rely on his wife to support the family, and Jiang Jianni got a little agitated again.
Lu Xiangyang suspected that she might have been bullied or treated unfairly because of her gender, which was why she was particularly concerned about this aspect.
—This absolutely does not include the Jiang family.
The Jiang family's high regard for Jiang Jianni is evident. She is their only college graduate, and they even provide her with a dowry when she gets married. Only a family that truly loves their daughter would do such a thing.
But now, he could only suppress his doubts and explain:
"No, that's not true. When have I ever looked down on you?"
Jiang Jianni nodded in satisfaction, her curiosity rising again: "So what do you want to learn from me? You know everything I know, so what can you learn from me?"
"You don't want to have a child with me, do you? That's something that happens naturally, I can't teach you."
Looking at her teasing expression, Lu Xiangyang was both amused and exasperated, feeling that if he didn't clarify things quickly, he might end up being the one giving birth.
"What I mean is, could you teach me how to write a novel?"
Jiang Jianni immediately recalled the painful experience of teaching Jiang Haiyang to write novels, and instantly put on a mask of pain: "Wait, why did you suddenly think of writing novels?"
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