Chapter 32 Teacher Ji [Second Update]...
Chapter Thirty-Two
The next day, Ji Zhi Qiu woke up not exactly feeling refreshed, but she was much more comfortable than before.
He stretched and let out a long breath, feeling alive again. He wanted to get out of bed to wash up, but found he couldn't lift the covers. Turning his head, he saw an adorable little face with delicate features, red lips, and white teeth, showing none of the calmness and seriousness he had during the day.
Ji Zhi Qiu couldn't help but reach out and gently rub his cheek, but this small gesture still woke Ji Si Cheng up.
With his thick, curly eyelashes fluttering slightly, Ji Sicheng looked around sleepily, his eyes filled with confusion and bewilderment. When he met Ji Zhi Qiu's smiling face, he froze for a few seconds, then sat up abruptly from the bed as if he had been electrocuted, and bent down to straighten his clothes.
Ji Zhi Qiu looked at him with a smile, without saying a word.
Ji Sicheng's face was serious, his usual old-fashioned demeanor completely gone, a stark contrast to the tuft of hair sticking up from sleeping and the red marks on his face.
Ji Zhi Qiu silently looked away, afraid that if he looked any longer, he would burst out laughing or be so cute that he would pounce on her and pinch her chubby little face.
Ji Sicheng coughed and forced a distance between them. "You should be alright now."
Ji Zhi Qiu nodded and was about to speak when she suddenly remembered something and covered her mouth and nose. "You slept here last night. What if I infect you?"
Ji Sicheng lifted his eyelids, his expression a mixture of helplessness and disdain. "You had symptoms of internal heat before you caught a cold, but you didn't pay attention and continued to eat spicy food. You didn't take any medicine for your sore throat before going to bed. That day, you ostensibly took me out to play, but you played for so long and sweated profusely without keeping warm. This caused a combination of cold and heat, which led to your high fever. I checked the recent local news, and there hasn't been an outbreak of influenza. So, after considering all factors, I've ruled out the risk of a viral cold, so you won't infect me."
"..." He was embarrassed after his six-year-old son exposed his weakness, so he looked at the sky and the ground but not at him, and gave a dry laugh.
Ji Sicheng was even more worried about him, "But a high fever can potentially damage the brain. You look like this... Sigh, do we need to take you to the hospital?"
“No need.” Ji Zhi Qiu smiled. “Thank you. There’s nothing wrong with my brain, and there’s no risk of intellectual disability.”
He couldn't resist rushing over and ruffling Ji Sicheng's head. "I'm not only smart, but also physically strong. Do you want to try it out?"
Ji Sicheng knew he made his living with his brains, and despite his desperate efforts to save Ji Zhiqi, he still couldn't escape her clutches. The father and son rolled around on the bed, sweating profusely.
Hearing the commotion, Ji Zishen thought something had happened and hurried over. Seeing this scene, he remained silent for a few seconds in a strange manner.
"Alright, can't you two, a patient and a child, just behave yourselves?"
Hearing the sound, the two children, one big and one small, who were playing around, looked over at the same time.
Ji Sicheng is intelligent and has a great curiosity and love for the world. He has endless things to study and can sit at his desk almost all day. Due to lack of exercise, his development is relatively slow. He gets out of breath if he moves too much. At this moment, his hair is messy, but his face is flushed with a healthy blush, and his eyes are misty, making him look much more lively. He finally looks like an innocent child.
Although his expression was somewhat annoyed, the corners of his mouth were raised high. Although he immediately suppressed his smile after regaining his senses, Ji Zishen did not miss this detail. After pausing for a moment, his meaningful gaze moved back and forth between the two figures.
Ji Sicheng felt embarrassed and angrily jumped off the bed, walking out without looking back. Ji Zhi Qiu bent down to tidy the messy blankets and said with lingering fear, "I angered him. Will he ignore me now?"
“No.” Ji Zishen came over to help. “He’s just angry with himself.”
A question mark appeared above Ji Zhi Qiu's head. "Why?"
Ji Zishen pretended not to hear and continued to tidy up with his head down.
He also went through this phase, feeling angry at his own changes, yet unable to control them.
***
Ji Zhi Qiu was sweating a lot and felt sticky all over. He wanted to take a bath, but the three little ones in the family all objected. He had no choice but to secretly wash his hair, which made him feel much more refreshed.
Although he usually seems carefree and optimistic, he faces a lot of pressure raising three children. He immediately turned on the live streaming platform after sitting down.
Seeing that he hadn't lost his perfect attendance record from yesterday, he breathed a sigh of relief and went to check the backstage area.
He was already very grateful that Ji Zishen could help him keep his perfect attendance record, and he didn't expect much more. But when he saw the data in the backend, he was completely stunned.
One, ten, hundred, thousand, ten thousand... another meteor shower!
He was stunned for more than ten seconds before he came to his senses. When he opened his personal chat history, he found that there were about ten unread messages, all from Yu Nian.
[Yu Nian: Are you alright?]
[Yu Nian: Do you need help?]
[Yu Nian: Your son is very obedient and sensible.]
[Yu Nian: You can contact me anytime.]
Ji Zhi Qiu quickly replied to the message.
[Let another leaf grow: Sorry, I slept all day yesterday and didn't check my phone.]
[Grow another leaf: Absolutely no problem, I'm a hero again today!]
[May another leaf grow: I saw the meteor shower you sent, thank you so much!]
[Let it grow another leaf: My physical condition is actually very good; I've almost never been sick since I was a child. I really pushed myself too hard this time.]
The other party replied almost instantly.
[Yu Nian: It's good that you're alright.]
[Yu Nian: Although the fever has subsided, you still need to rest.]
[Yu Nian: Where is he? Isn't he taking care of you?]
Ji Zhi Qiu: Him? Which "him"?
He was stunned for a while before he realized that Yu Nian had watched the live broadcast yesterday, and this "he" should be Ji Zishen.
[Let another leaf grow: It's a workday, he's already left.]
[Yu Nian: Hmm.]
[Yu Nian: Then I won't bother you any longer.]
Ji Zhi Qiu felt a strange emotion welling up inside him. He stared at the words for a long time but couldn't discern any other meaning, so he put down his phone.
He remembered Yu Nian's instructions, rested well for a day, and felt almost completely recovered by evening.
After dinner, he sincerely thanked Ji Zishen, "Thank you for your hard work yesterday. You had to do a live broadcast and take care of your two younger brothers. Weren't you tired?"
"I'm not tired." Ji Zishen glanced at him. "You always do this, it must be hard on you."
Ji Zhi Qiu was deeply moved by these words and couldn't wait to show his fatherly love. He moved closer to Ji Zi Shen and said, "The weather has been nice lately. Zi Shen, is there anything you want to do or anywhere you want to go? Dad will go with you."
Ji Zishen glanced at him and said, "No need. You always have the most fun and won't leave no matter how much I call you. I have to wait for you to come home."
Ji Zhi Qiu: "".
He faltered for a second, then perked up again. "Then let me tutor you in your studies. Have you encountered any difficult problems? I'll explain them to you."
Ji Zishen wanted to refuse, but then he thought that he should maintain the image of a good student and not leave it blank just because he didn't know the answer, so he took out his workbook from his schoolbag.
Ji Zhi Qiu glanced at it and knew the answer. He picked up his pen to explain, but a fluffy head came close to the front of the workbook.
Ji Sicheng maintained his calm expression, lifting his eyelids to glance at him, "Can you?"
Ji Zhi Qiu was both amused and exasperated. "You little rascal, what kind of image do you have of me? Is it really that you can't even do third-grade problems?"
Ji Sicheng did not answer, but the look in his eyes gave him the answer.
The minor villain is, after all, a genius child character from an old novel, who can even beat Long Aotian. He's already out of the realm of normal human beings. Ji Zhi Qiu didn't want to argue about it. Just as he was about to write down his answer, he suddenly noticed that Ji Si Cheng was still staring at him expectantly.
No, under normal circumstances, Ji Sicheng would have thought these things were too childish and a waste of time, and then he would have turned around and left.
He raised his head thoughtfully, stared at the minor villain for a while, and suddenly understood.
If he had been this smart since childhood, he would have been showing off on the street long ago, randomly grabbing a passerby to ask him questions, and never going home until he received a hundred words of praise.
Children are human beings too, and humans have vanity; it's in their nature. They don't see it as a problem and don't need to be suppressed, but rather guided correctly.
"My throat suddenly hurts and I can't speak. Sicheng, could you please explain this problem to me?"
As soon as Ji Zhi Qiu made way, Ji Si Cheng immediately squeezed in and explained things in a few words. Ji Zi Shen nodded repeatedly and expressed his gratitude.
Ji Sicheng remained calm on the surface, but his walking posture had changed. He stood tall with his chest out and his buttocks slightly raised, and his arms swung with a particularly large amplitude, much like the walking expression of Talking Tom.
Ji Zhi Qiu suppressed a laugh and called out to him again, "Si Cheng, there's something else I'd like to ask you, is that alright?"
It's time to put Ji Yanyan's early education on the agenda. Ji Zhi Qiu initially planned to do it himself, but he was too busy to spare the time. However, if he asked someone else, he couldn't find a suitable teacher.
He had been worried about this for a long time, but he never expected that there was one in his family.
Ji Zhi Qiu made special preparations, dragging the small blackboard to the living room and clipping a bow to Ji Si Cheng's collar.
When Ji Yanyan came out and saw the living room completely renovated, she couldn't help but exclaim "Wow!"
Ji Zhi Qiu said with a smile, "The mini-class is about to begin, please sit down quickly, little Yan Yan."
Ji Yanyan looked at Ji Sicheng standing beside her, "Did my brother teach me?"
"You can't call him 'brother'." Ji Zhi Qiu set an example by sitting up straight with a serious expression. "You have to call him 'Teacher Ji'!"
Long Aotian found it hard to resist the atmosphere and immediately joined in, placing his little hands on his knees and calling out in a childish voice, "Hello, Teacher Ji."
This sound greatly satisfied Ji Sicheng's vanity, making him feel comfortable all over, and his last bit of hesitation disappeared.
"Okay, let's begin the lesson." He turned around and wrote a line of mathematical formulas on the blackboard, then started a new line before finishing the first one.
Ji Yanyan blinked, thinking her brother was drawing.
Ji Zhi Qiu's temple throbbed, and she couldn't help but interrupt him, "Teacher Ji, can we talk in a way that humans can understand?"
Ji Sicheng was dissatisfied with his attitude and frowned as he looked at him.
Ji Zhi Qiu then changed her description, "Yan Yan is only three years old, this is too difficult for him, let alone me, I can't understand it."
"How is this possible?" Ji Sicheng couldn't believe his ears.
"Thank you, but I'm not taking the postgraduate entrance exam, so I don't need this kind of private tutoring." Ji Zhi Qiu tried her best to keep smiling.
Ji Sicheng frowned, hesitated for a long time before reluctantly nodding, his expression as if to say that explaining such childish content was an insult to him.
Good news: I can understand it this time.
The bad news: it's the law of sine.
Ji Zhi Qiu could only interrupt him again, "It's like this, three-year-old children should learn pinyin and the twenty-six letters, preferably in a fun and engaging way."
Upon hearing Ji Zhi Qiu's words, Ji Si Cheng was completely stunned, his eyes filled with disbelief. Ji Zhi Qiu smiled bitterly and nodded.
Ji Sicheng resigned himself to his fate.
As it turns out, the fun doesn't come from the difficulty of teaching, but from the sense of accomplishment in teaching.
Once you master the correct way to understand Long Aotian, you can make him the best student.
Ji Yanyan's attention was distracted for the first time, and she wanted to move around. Ji Zhi Qiu quietly added from the side, "It's okay if you want to play. It's just that all the other three-year-olds understand, but you don't. But that's okay. Even so, you are still Daddy's good baby."
How could Long Aotian allow himself to be inferior to others? Ji Yanyan's eyes immediately blazed with fury. She leaned forward, sticking out her buttocks, and even pouted her lips, her brain and body working together to exert themselves.
The little genius is the best at everything. Ji Sicheng devised the most suitable teaching method for Ji Yanyan in just a few minutes, and Ji Yanyan's hard work was the best feedback for him. The two brothers were like playing house, each more engrossed than the other.
Ji Zishen sat next to her doing his homework, without needing any prompting or guidance from his parents.
Ji Zhi Qiu sat on the sofa with her legs drawn up, listening attentively to the lesson, but after only five minutes, her eyelids started to droop and she was about to fall asleep.
He turned his back and secretly yawned, trying to perk himself up, but he was still drowsy from the hypnotic sound. Even Ji Yanyan was disturbed and kept looking over.
Ji Sicheng, unable to bear it any longer, shouted: "You evil orange head!"
To maintain her dignity, Teacher Ji has stopped calling him "Dad".
"Here!" Ji Zhi Qiu snapped to attention, immediately sat up straight, and subconsciously repeated, "aoeiu..."
Ji Sicheng interrupted him: "Can you stop causing trouble? Go play games in the study. Don't come out unless I call you."
Ji Zhi Qiu paused, heartbroken, and walked inside in a daze.
Waaaaah, my son hates me and makes me play games, so I'll just reluctantly play to pass the time, waaaaah!
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