Chapter 575: Private School, It Should Be Fun, Here I Come...
Chu Ruohan blinked. "Uh, yes, you have to go to school every day. There will be other children there. But, Qingchen, there are rules in the private school, very strict rules. You must listen to the teacher."
"I know, I know!" Gu Qingchen waved his hand nonchalantly, his mind already far away. "Great! I can finally go out and see the world! I don't have to stay in the house all day!"
She almost jumped up on the spot: "When are we going? Can I go today?"
Chu Ruohan and Gu Junze exchanged confused looks.
She had expected resistance, but she hadn't expected her daughter to be so excited about this decision, which she had obviously misunderstood as "freedom."
"Not today," Chu Ruohan reluctantly replied, her brows slightly furrowed, having already understood her daughter's true thoughts. "We have to arrange it, maybe in about five days."
"Great!" Gu Qingchen cheered.
She leaned closer to her mother and asked mysteriously, "Mom, is that private school far away? Can I go there by myself?"
Chu Ruohan's brows furrowed even more tightly. "No, of course you can't go by yourself. Someone will take you there. Besides, the private school has its own rules. It's not a place for you to go wild."
Gu Qingchen's face fell for a moment, but soon returned to a bright smile.
"I know! I'll be good!"
But the gleam in her eyes clearly showed that her definition of "well-behaved" was probably very different from Chu Ruohan's.
She turned around and said, "I'm going to tell Haitang! Ask her to prepare new clothes for me! I need to dress smartly for school!"
Before she finished her words, she ran out of the main hall like a gust of wind.
The subsequent impact of the previous "feat" in the yamen seemed to disappear without a trace in the yearning for a new life.
Chu Ruohan sat back in her chair dejectedly: "I...I don't know whether I should breathe a sigh of relief or be more worried."
Gu Junze chuckled: "At least, the argument you expected didn't happen. As for her thoughts, well, it's good enough that she's willing to go."
"Willing to go? She was absolutely ecstatic!" Chu Ruohan shook her head, "She thought this was like being released from a cage."
"I hope the headmaster of Bailu Private School is as strict as the rumors say."
On the other side, Gu Qingchen was still packing up her little gadgets.
These... and her "general" all brought...
When she looked up, she saw Qian Zhenyun, and her eyes lit up again, "Qian Gun Gun! You're here too!"
"Qian Gun Gun" is the son of Song Ruyan and Doctor Qian. Song Ruyan wanted to name him Qian Gun Gun at the time, but later changed his name to Qian Zhenyun at the insistence of Doctor Qian.
But his mother always kept saying "money rolls in, money rolls in"...
Gu Qingchen felt that he sometimes spoke in an old-fashioned manner, so he followed suit.
Qian Zhenyun's usually calm face was tinged with embarrassment because of the nickname. "Sister, can I go to Bailu Private School with you?"
Qian Zhenyun asked on tiptoe, his face full of anticipation.
"Sure!"
Gu Qingchen forced a knowing smile at him: "Great! Let's go together! Then we won't have to be controlled by our family! We can have fun however we want!"
Qian Zhenyun looked at her, a hint of confusion flashing in his serious eyes. "Going to a private school is to learn the classics, understand the truth, and serve the court in the future. It's not for fun."
Gu Qingchen's smile froze for a moment.
She tilted her head and looked at him: "Hey, Qian Gun Gun, why are you as old-fashioned as your father?"
She moved closer and lowered her voice, "Don't you want to come out and get some fresh air? It's so boring staying at home every day!"
Qian Zhenyun shook his head: "You can study at home. Going to a private school is to meet a famous teacher."
Gu Qingchen looked at him steadily, then sighed softly, with an expression almost like pity on his face.
This child didn't inherit any of Aunt Song's casual and free-spirited nature.
What a pity! I thought I could find an ally to make trouble with me.
Five days later, the morning sun shone through the window lattices into the courtyard of the Duke of Zhenguo's Mansion.
Chu Ruohan stood in front of the door, looking at the two completely different children in front of her, with complicated feelings.
Gu Qingchen was wearing a brand new blue school uniform, his hair was combed neatly, and his little face was full of excitement.
She was holding a school bag in her left hand and secretly hiding a small wooden sculpture in her right hand. Her eyes were rolling around, and she was obviously thinking about something.
Qian Zhenyun stood aside in an orderly manner, with his school bag slung straight on his back, his hands hanging at his sides, his little face as serious as a little adult.
"Qingchen," Chu Ruohan squatted down and looked her in the eye, "Remember what mother said. When you get to the private school, you must listen to the teacher and don't act up."
"I understand, mother!" Gu Qingchen nodded vigorously, "I will be very good!"
Chu Ruohan turned to Qian Zhenyun again, her tone much softer: "Zhenyun, you are more sensible than Qingchen. When you go to the private school, if Qingchen does anything inappropriate, you must remind her."
Qian Zhenyun nodded seriously: "Don't worry, Madam, I will."
"Also," Chu Ruohan looked at Gu Qingchen and emphasized her tone, "Zhenyun is younger than you. You are his elder sister. You must take good care of him and not bully him."
Gu Qingchen patted his chest and assured: "Don't worry! I will take good care of Qian Gungun!"
She pronounced the word "take care" with extra emphasis, with a sly glint in her eyes.
Chu Ruohan understood the deeper meaning in her daughter's words and sighed inwardly.
A troublemaker is enough to give her a headache, and now she has to worry about her daughter leading others astray.
But on second thought, it was good that Qingchen had a familiar face in the private school, as Qian Zhenyun was much more sensible than her.
Perhaps, his calmness can influence Qingchen.
We can only hope so.
The carriage was waiting outside the mansion. Gu Junze walked out of the mansion with two bundles in his hands.
"This is your tuition," he handed the bundle to the two children. "When you get to the private school, please respectfully present it to the headmaster."
Gu Qingchen took it, weighed it, and his eyes lit up: "Daddy, what's inside?"
"Silver and some study supplies," Gu Junze touched his daughter's head. "Remember, studying is not easy. You must cherish this opportunity."
Qian Zhenyun took the purse with both hands and bowed solemnly: "Thank you, uncle."
The coachman was already getting a little impatient and urged from outside, "Duke, it's getting late. If we don't leave now, we'll be late."
Chu Ruohan finally straightened Gu Qingchen's collar and warned him, "Remember, don't cause trouble in the private school. Tell the teacher if you have any problems."
"I know!" Gu Qingchen waved his hands impatiently, "Mom, you've told me many times!"
She took Qian Zhenyun's hand and said, "Let's go, Qian Gun Gun, let's go to school!"
Qian Zhenyun staggered a bit when she pulled him, but he still followed her into the carriage obediently.
The carriage started slowly, and Chu Ruohan stood in front of the door and watched until the carriage disappeared at the end of the street.
Inside the carriage, Gu Qingchen excitedly lifted the curtain and looked out, talking non-stop.
"Qian Gun Gun, how many people do you think will be in the private school? Will there be any outstanding classmates?"
Qian Zhenyun sat upright, his hands on his knees: "Sister, private school is a place for study, not a place for fun."
"I know," Gu Qingchen turned to look at him, "but reading can also be fun! For example, we can have a competition to see who can recite the book the fastest or who can write the best!"
Qian Zhenyun thought about it and felt that this was a good idea: "That's fine."
"Also," Gu Qingchen leaned closer to him and lowered his voice, "I heard there's a big yard in the private school where we can play during breaks!"
"Recess time is for reviewing lessons." Qian Zhenyun corrected her seriously.
Gu Qingchen rolled his eyes. "Qian Gungun, why are you so old-fashioned? Even studying for your lessons should be balanced with work and rest!"
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