Chapter 43, Part 43
Forty-three:
"But Xiaoxi, you only supervise your uncle's studies, why don't you supervise yourself?" the homeroom teacher said gently. "When are you going to get rid of your habit of sleeping in class?"
Ye Qingxi: ...
Ye Qingxi was somewhat helpless. It wasn't his fault; the first-year curriculum was just too, too, too easy, and he got sleepy as he listened.
It's not up to him at all.
“Look, you and Pei Liang are deskmates. Pei Liang never sleeps in class.”
Ye Qingxi nodded. That's right. Pei Liang is young, but he already has the demeanor of a new generation of academic king. He is so self-disciplined that he doesn't need his parents to encourage him. He can motivate himself and his friends as well.
Even Ye Qingxi had been talked to by Pei Liang several times, who was afraid that he would waste his smart little brain by not studying hard.
"If this continues, he'll get 100 points on the midterm exam, and you'll get 60. That would be terrible!" the homeroom teacher patiently advised.
Ye Qingxi: ? ? ? Sixty points!
He could get a perfect score even with his eyes closed!
"I can also get a perfect score." Ye Qingxi said without hesitation.
head teacher:? ? ?
What did he say? How many points?
"You can also get a perfect score?"
"Mm." Ye Qingxi nodded.
The homeroom teacher smiled and said, "Getting a perfect score of 100 isn't so easy."
“Then I can pass the exam too.” Ye Qingxi looked at her. “I sleep in class because the content you teach is too simple. I already know it, so I get sleepy.”
Oh? The homeroom teacher was surprised.
However, considering Ye Qingxi's family background, it's possible that they hired a tutor beforehand to teach him some knowledge, so the homeroom teacher didn't completely disbelieve his words.
But they weren't entirely convinced, saying, "Let's wait and see after the midterm exams."
"If you really know all of them, Xiaoxi, the teacher won't say anything if you sleep in class anymore. But if you don't know them all, you can't sleep in class anymore!"
Ye Qingxi nodded, "Don't worry, teacher, I really know how to do it."
Yeah?
The homeroom teacher pondered that since the midterm exams were only a month away, she would soon find out whether it was true or not.
"Then you should go back first," she said. "But don't worry about your uncle's matter; let his father handle it."
"That won't do," Ye Qingxi shook her head.
He had the patience to ask Mu Shaoyan to send a photo every twenty minutes, but his grandfather didn't have that kind of patience.
At Mu Shaoyan's age, he is in the middle of his rebellious adolescence, and what he needs most is patience.
If his grandfather were to come, and the two of them were to start arguing, would Mu Shaoyan still be able to take the college entrance examination?
"My uncle is willing to send me photos, but he might not be willing to send them to his father. Senior year of high school is the most crucial time, and you can't afford to be careless. You need to work on things gently. If you suddenly change the person in charge at this time, it's easy to ruin everything," Ye Qingxi said sincerely.
Class teacher: ...You knew that too?!
You even know what "stroking the fur in the right direction" and "failing at the last minute" mean?!
And what does it mean that he's willing to send it to you but not necessarily willing to send it to his dad?
What, you can control him, but his dad can't?
What kind of uncle-nephew-father-son relationship is this?!
That's so illogical!
The homeroom teacher leaned closer to him, "Ye Qingxi, what do you usually watch at home?"
How do you know so much?!
Ye Qingxi: ...
“Television, movies, books,” he explained, “these are all things mentioned on television.”
The homeroom teacher nodded, and she said, "That's right."
However, children these days are indeed maturing earlier and earlier.
Unlike their generation, when the internet and television were not widespread and children could only get together in small groups to play or read books all day long, kids these days are exposed to television and the internet too early, and they know things they should and shouldn't know.
Just like Ye Qingxi, she knows that the senior year of high school is the stage where she can't be careless.
His level of awareness is far ahead of his peers!
"Alright then," the homeroom teacher compromised. After all, senior year was a time when one couldn't afford to be careless. "Then you're only allowed to use your smartwatch to monitor your uncle, and you can't do anything else."
Ye Qingxi nodded, "Mm."
"Go back now," the homeroom teacher said with a smile.
Now he was genuinely looking forward to Ye Qingxi's midterm exam results.
Such a smart child should be able to do very well on the test, right?
Pei Liang, Zhong Yan, and Kang Cong were hiding outside the office door. When they saw Ye Qingxi come out, they immediately surrounded him.
"What's wrong? Why did the teacher call you?" the others asked with concern.
"It's nothing," Ye Qingxi said. "I had my uncle send me photos during class, and the teacher saw it. She asked me why I was playing with my watch in class, and when I told her, she let me out."
The three of them breathed a sigh of relief. "That's good."
Looking at how concerned they were about her, Ye Qingxi thought her children were really cute.
"Let's go back to the classroom."
After saying that, to avoid the dilemma of who to help and who not to help, Ye Qingxi took off running.
Pei Liang and the others quickly caught up, and the four of them jogged back to the classroom.
Today is Friday. As soon as Ye Qingxi got home from school in the afternoon, she saw Mu Shaoting.
After dinner, Mu Shaoyan returned.
"You're back quite early today," Mu Shaoting said casually.
Mu Shaoyan: ...
Ye Qingxi: ...If I don't need to wash my hair, then I can come back sooner, right?
Ye Qingxi felt both amused and exasperated whenever she thought about how he came home so late every Friday just to wash off her red hair.
Mu Shaoyan ignored Mu Shaoting and asked Aunt Zhang to cook him another batch of dumplings.
"Xiao Xi, here you go." After saying this to Aunt Zhang, he opened his schoolbag and took out the candy he had bought at noon.
"I've tried all of these, and they're all quite delicious. I didn't buy the ones that weren't good." Mu Shaoyan handed over the brown paper bag in his hand.
Ye Qingxi took it and glanced at it; there were about seven or eight kinds.
"Thank you, Uncle."
"What about mine?" Mu Shaoting looked at his younger brother. "Don't I have one?"
Mu Shaoyan: ...I was so focused on his adorable little nephew that I forgot he also has an older sister.
Mu Shaoting exploded, "You're finished, Mu Shaoyan! I'll never help you again!"
Ye Qingxi quickly moved the candy in front of Mu Shaoting, "Auntie, which one do you like? You can eat it first."
Mu Shaoting instantly calmed down, touched Ye Qingxi's little face with a grateful expression, and said in a low voice, "Our little Xi baby is so good, she knows how to care for her aunt."
Mu Shaowu: ...
"Don't speak in such a disgusting tone, you just finished eating."
Mu Shaoting: ? ? ?
Mu Shaoting raised the pillow and threw it at Mu Shaowu.
Ye Qingxi silently took a step back to avoid his aunt accidentally hurting him.
"Uncle, how was your day at school?" Ye Qingxi tugged at Mu Shaoyan, making him bend down, and whispered in his ear.
"That's fine then."
Did you attend the lecture?
Mu Shaoyan: ...
Ye Qingxi could tell from his guilty expression that he hadn't done it.
"You're sitting in the classroom, but you're not paying attention."
Mu Shaoyan scratched his head, took out his phone, and changed the subject, saying, "Xiao Xi, look, these are the emojis your uncle made for you. Aren't they cute?"
Ye Qingxi: ? ? ?
Ye Qingxi looked down and, good heavens, they were all selfies he had taken of Mu Shaoyan.
Phrases like "observing secretly," "kawaii," "your little baby suddenly appears," "I'm here," "yay," and "keep going" are all rendered in a pink and tender, cute and adorable way.
Did I send you these so you could make them into my memes?!
Did I keep you at school so you'd have time to make my memes?!
"Starting next week, Uncle, when you're in the classroom, could you please listen to the lessons for a little while?"
Mu Shaoyan: "Xiao Xi, which expression do you like?"
Ye Qingxi: ...
Ye Qingxi grabbed his phone and said, "I'm talking to you about studying, not about emojis."
"How about we talk about emojis instead?" Mu Shaoyan asked sincerely.
Ye Qingxi: ...Will your college entrance exam test your ability to create emojis?!
Ye Qingxi had a headache.
It's not that easy for a middle school bully to transform into a high school prodigy.
The revolution is not yet complete, comrades, we must continue our efforts!
"Anyway, I don't care. Just pay attention in class next week," Ye Qingxi said firmly.
Mu Shaoyan: ...Ah, this
“And…” Ye Qingxi began.
Mu Shaoyan: ? ? ? There's more?
"Send me a copy of the emojis." Ye Qingxi turned her head away, refusing to look at him.
"No problem." Mu Shaoyan instantly became happy.
He said he made it very cute!
How about it? !
Everyone who saw it said it was great!
Mu Shaoyan was smug.
Of course, the main reason is that their little Xi is so cute~
Thinking of this, Mu Shaoyan pinched Ye Qingxi's little face again, she was so cute.
On Saturday, Mu Feng took Ye Qingxi out as promised to meet the person who taught them martial arts.
Ye Qingxi even changed into a tracksuit for easier studying.
When Ye Qingxi arrived at the location, she discovered that it was a Sanda (Chinese kickboxing) gym.
The coach in charge of training them was named Kuang Jie, thirty years old, a former soldier who had now retired.
Upon seeing Mu Feng, he respectfully greeted him, "Uncle Mu."
Mu Feng nodded and said to him, "It's these children."
“Okay,” Kuang Jie replied.
Mu Feng handed the children over to him and sat down to the side, no longer interfering.
Kuang Jie looked at the few little kids in front of him, told them to warm up first, and then had them start running.
Ye Qingxi: ? ? ?
Do you have to run for this?
Ye Qingxi could only start running, panting heavily.
This running around caused problems.
Qin Cheng, being the oldest and physically fittest among them, was in the lead.
Kang Cong followed closely behind.
Zhong Yan and Pei Liang followed closely behind Kang Cong.
As for Ye Qingxi, she fell behind while running.
Ye Qingxi: ...Who would believe he's eighteen?!
When Qin Cheng finished his two laps and started his third lap, he realized that his younger brother was far behind him.
He was somewhat surprised and deliberately slowed his pace, waiting for Ye Qingxi.
"Why are you so slow?" Qin Cheng ran up to Ye Qingxi.
Ye Qingxi looked at him pitifully; he didn't want to run so slowly either!
Qin Cheng's heart softened instantly when he saw that look in his eyes. "I'll run away with you."
"No need," Ye Qingxi said.
"It's alright," Qin Cheng comforted him.
Before long, Pei Liang and the others caught up with him. Seeing Ye Qingxi like this, they simply stopped chasing each other and started jogging with him.
Mu Feng: ...
Kuang Jie: ...
Kuang Jie clapped his hands: "Run! Everyone run! Don't huddle together!"
Upon hearing this, Ye Qingxi reassured his friends and Qin Cheng, "You don't need to worry about me, really."
He thought for a moment and then said, "I want to drink some water in a bit. Whoever can run fast, please get me a bottle of water and open it."
The next second, Qin Cheng dashed out.
Ye Qingxi: ? ? ?
There's no need to run so fast!
Upon seeing this, Pei Liang immediately launched his own.
Immediately afterward, Kang Cong and Zhong Yan also ran forward.
Ye Qingxi: ...
Looking at their agile figures, Ye Qingxi could only feel envy.
After running three laps, Ye Qingxi sat down in a chair, slowly catching her breath.
The venue wasn't very big. After running three laps, although they were tired, it was still within the range of exercise that their age could handle. Therefore, Ye Qingxi was only tired and didn't feel physically exhausted.
He was panting when water was handed to him.
Ye Qingxi was about to reach out to take it when she found three more bottles of water in front of her, almost forming a semicircle.
Ye Qingxi: ...
Whose drink is this?
It's not appropriate to drink from anyone else.
So Ye Qingxi turned to Mu Feng and asked, "Grandpa, is there any hot water?"
Mu Feng picked up the thermos cup beside him and handed it to him.
"Drink slowly, take small sips," he instructed.
Ye Qingxi nodded and drank it down in sips.
After drinking hot water and resting for half an hour, Ye Qingxi regained her energy.
Seeing that they had all recovered, Kuang Jie said, "Now, let's practice the horse stance."
He said, "When we're on a bus, if the bus suddenly brakes, won't standing people sway or even fall over?"
Zhong Yan shook her head, "I don't take the bus."
“I won’t sit either,” Kang Cong said.
Kuang Jie: ...
Ye Qingxi: ...
Ye Qingxi raised her hand and covered her friend's mouth.
This is not the time for you to say that!
"Mmm-hmm." Ye Qingxi nodded in agreement. "Yes."
Kuang Jie glanced at him gratefully and continued, "This is because we are unsteady and have poor balance. So we need to practice horse stance first. This will not only lay a solid foundation for our martial arts training later, but also strengthen our bodies and improve our physique."
Ye Qingxi responded again, "Mmm."
"Come on, I'll teach you how to do the horse stance," Kuang Jie said, taking a step forward.
Ye Qingxi knows this; he learned it when he was filming before.
So, after Kuang Jie finished demonstrating, he stood up and quickly assumed a respectable horse stance.
"Very good." Kuang Jie made a slight adjustment to his movements. "Very well done."
Ye Qingxi: Hehe.
However, he soon stopped laughing.
Because when filming, he was only required to perform the movements correctly, not to hold the knot for a certain amount of time.
But Kuang Jie made a request.
He took out an incense stick from somewhere, broke it in half, and said, "Today is our first time making incense, so we'll only make it for half the time it takes for an incense stick to burn."
Ye Qingxi: ...
Half an incense stick's time, ten to fifteen minutes?
Why not just use a stopwatch?
Are you so obsessed with rituals?
"Oh," Ye Qingxi said.
The five people quickly separated and assumed horse stances.
In the first minute, Ye Qingxi thought it was so easy!
Ye Qingxi felt that the first minute and a half was a piece of cake.
In the second minute, Ye Qingxi felt that she could still hold on.
In the third minute, with a "thud," Ye Qingxi, unable to hold on any longer, lost her balance and fell on her bottom.
Zhong Yan burst out laughing.
Ye Qingxi turned to look at him.
Zhong Yan immediately stopped smiling and looked serious.
Ye Qingxi patted the dust off her back pocket, stood up, and re-tied it.
He was getting his hair cut when Mu Feng's phone rang. Mu Feng glanced at it and went out to answer it.
Immediately afterwards, Kuang Jie also went to the restroom.
Before leaving, he didn't forget to remind them, "Take good care of yourselves, I'll be back soon."
"Okay," Ye Qingxi said.
After he left, Zhong Yan quickly looked at Ye Qingxi and tried to make amends, asking, "Xiao Xi, are you alright?"
Ye Qingxi: "It's alright."
"I'll help you."
Ye Qingxi: ? ? ?
Ye Qingxi was puzzled; he wanted to help.
The next second, he saw Zhong Yan stand up, run to a table not far away, puff out her cheeks, and start blowing hard at the burning incense.
Ye Qingxi: !!
Seeing this, Kang Cong quickly ran to the other side and imitated Zhong Yan, playing the flute together.
"Whoosh!" The two of them blew the flute with great enthusiasm.
Ye Qingxi: ...
Pei Liang, the true academic genius, exam king, disciplinary committee member, and self-motivated friend of the four-person group: ...
Pei Liang closed her eyes tightly, pretending not to see.
What else could he do? He couldn't just watch Ye Qingxi fall on her bottom again!
Qin Cheng: ...
Qin Cheng silently looked towards the door, keeping an eye on what was happening outside, ready to warn Zhong Yan and Kang Cong in time.
Ye Qingxi: ...
Well, it's really impressive that they can work together so well on their first collaboration!
It would be even better if it weren't for helping him cheat.
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