Chapter 229 Komnenos: Bringing Honor to You



Chapter 229 Komnenos: Bringing Honor to You

Sheng Yuxiao’s birthday party was not at all as grand as the one he had in China. It was more like a family dinner.

But Sheng Yuxiao himself was very satisfied.

He made a wish and blew out the candles, and Shengjun, as his father, raised his hand to help him cut the cake.

Xu Qiulai, who was standing next to him, asked his brother with concern: "What are you looking at?"

Not even a word.

Xu Ji's gaze was still lingering on the "mud".

After a while.

Xu Qiulai heard him say in a deep voice: "It's really hard to praise it against your conscience."

Xu Qiulai: "..."

"It seems I am destined not to receive any gift from the little duck."

Xu Qiulai rolled his eyes.

The birthday party didn't last too long. After it was over, everyone went their separate ways and went about their own business.

Before leaving, Xu Ji couldn't help himself, leaning against the door frame and pointing at the "mud" and asked, "Did you dig it from the garden downstairs?"

"It's store-bought clay with cotton fibers added to it, and then kneaded at the end."

"You mean this thing cost money?"

"It not only cost money, but also Xiaoya's hard work."

"Where is the hard work? Can't this just be rolled up into a ball?"

"Uncle, the duck is watching you."

"…" "So what is this?"

Sheng Yuxiao's eyebrows sparkled as he replied, "Little duck pinched little duck."

Xu Ji was silent for a moment: "It's a good idea, but after I looked at it carefully, I could only vaguely see a duck's butt..."

Before he could finish his words, his nephew had already closed the door.

It brushed the tip of his nose.

Xu Ji sighed again: "No gifts to accept."

Then he left with his assistant.

The duckling stayed with Sheng Yuxiao for one more day.

In the meantime, I received a call from Komnenos.

The man first asked if she had eaten, how she slept, and finally asked, "When will you come over again?"

The duck asked him: "Komnenos, did you miss me?"

Komnenos was silent for a moment, then replied, "It's fine for now. You don't have to rush back."

The duck was silent for a while, and then asked him: "Komnenos, am I not done with my homework yet?"

“…Soon.”

"I'll be here tomorrow."

There was a hurried rustling sound in the background, and then the phone was hung up.

The duck stared at the hung up phone for half a minute.

It seems that Komnenos can't be relied on...

*

When the duckling left the next day, Green actually brought a few people to see him off.

He spoke Chinese with an indistinguishable accent: "Miss Li, see you later."

It's as if I just learned it last night.

"See you later." The duck tilted his head and smiled, then turned to look at Sheng Yuxiao on the side.

Sheng Yuxiao seemed cold and silent.

"I'm leaving now," the duckling said to him.

Sheng Yuxiao still bought her a new schoolbag. He bent down to put it in the car, lowered his eyes and said, "If you go to elementary school here..."

The duckling had no time to speak.

Sheng Yuxiao responded again: "No, you have to accompany Mr. Zhang."

After Mr. Wei left, Xiaoya didn't dare to leave Mr. Zhang's side easily. It seemed that every day after that was especially precious.

"Let's go, bye." Sheng Yuxiao said in a low voice.

The duckling leaned against the car window and comforted him dryly: "A few years will pass by in a flash, very quickly."

"Yeah, very quickly."

He watched Little Duck's car go away before turning back to the apartment.

Green and others had something to say to him, so they hurried over.

Sheng Yuxiao opened the door, walked to the sofa, picked up the little dinosaur headgear, and placed it on the display cabinet.

"Sheng..." Green spoke.

He thought the headgear was quite cute.

Should I buy a few some other day? Maybe Sheng would be more friendly when he sees the little dinosaurs.

Green's plan was shattered that day.

Sheng Yuxiao told them directly and coldly: "I hate people who wear the same headgear as mine the most."

Green racked his brains but couldn't figure out why...

Back in the Upper East Side, the duck sneezed. Who was thinking about her behind her back?

She shook her head and pushed the door open and walked into the villa.

Various craft materials were piled up in a mess in the living room.

"Komnenos?" she whispered.

The man sitting on the carpet raised his head, his eyes red.

"It's done." The man managed to speak.

The bodyguards were all stunned. No, did Komnenos really do it?

Komnenos closed the homework book in front of him, waved his hand, and had it carried up.

Five muscular, tall men came up carrying a handmade globe.

If that can still be called a handmade earth.

The duck raised his hand and touched his head: "It's bigger than eight of my heads."

Komnenos was very pleased with her comment and asked hurriedly, "How is it? It will not embarrass you if you hand it in."

The duckling came closer.

This huge hand-made globe is covered with maps.

She squatted down again and touched the base of the earth. It was cold to the touch, marble.

The duck had to ask a serious question: "How much does it weigh?"

"Call a cart to weigh it." Komnenos turned around and ordered his men.

Half an hour later, the duckling weighed 163kg.

Komnenos pointed and said, "It is a very important work."

The child must have a bright face.

The duckling exhaled.

It's very heavyweight.

It was so heavy that she couldn't even carry it with her schoolbag.

Komnenos didn't notice the child's pain. He walked closer to the handmade globe, raised his hand and pressed on the top, saying, "There is still a little trick."

The duckling had to look up.

This manual work is taller than her.

Only a slight "click" sound was heard, and the machine started to work.

The earth suddenly split in two.

A machine gun popped out.

Duckling:?

Komnenos asked, "Isn't it interesting?"

The duckling didn't want to upset Komnenos, so she nodded seriously, but still reminded the man: "But you can't pass customs."

At the same time, the "advisor" specially invited by Komnenos said hurriedly: "I told you that this is not possible..."

The duckling immediately tugged at Komnenos' sleeve and consoled him: "But at least I saw it, and I like it very much."

Komnenos immediately turned to look at his advisor: "Did you hear that?"

The consultant was stunned.

Komnenos said: "That is the meaning."

He said, picking up the duckling: "Do you want to sit in and take a closer look?"

The duck responded, "Yes."

Komnenos immediately glanced at his advisor again.

Is this... a sign of complacency? The consultant thought blankly.

The duckling was placed in the "Earth", and Komnenos stretched out his hand to teach her: "This is how you load bullets into the machine gun. Trigger it here..."

After the teaching, Komnenos was satisfied and ordered: "Okay, tear it down."

In the end, the duckling only returned home with "Homework" on his back.

The above content was written by Komnenos word by word, no, to be more precise, it was drawn.

Komnenos could not write Chinese characters, he could only draw.

*

It's a new day at school again.

When it was time to hand in the handicraft assignments, the teacher asked, "Zhang Ruoshui, where's yours?"

The duck looked down at the time on his phone: "Wait."

"Didn't you do it?" the teacher asked again.

"It's been done, and it's on its way."

The teacher smiled and said, "So you did it, but forgot to bring it with you. How long do you have to wait?"

"A few minutes."

"OK."

Everyone else handed in their homework one after another, filling up the space in front of the podium.

The teacher asked, “Has it not arrived yet?”

That handmade earth was put on a special plane, then on a truck, and finally pushed into the campus by several workers working together. Under the astonished gaze of other classes, it was finally pushed to the door of the classroom.

The duckling said calmly, "Yes, it is here, but it seems it can't get through the door."

Everyone turned around after hearing the sound: ???

They asked why the classroom suddenly became dark.

That thing blocks all the light!

"What...is this?" The teacher was dumbfounded.

The duckling's tone was still calm: "My dad helped me do this handicraft."


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