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"Poor." Cheng Che nodded affirmatively and calculated carefully. "At home, I don't have to spend money on food, clothing, housing and transportation. The biggest expense is going out with friends, or browsing shopping apps before going to bed at night and seeing nice clothes or buying some game consoles and comic books. As a result, when I get on the train, I not only have to eat by myself, but I also have to pay for others' meals."
Shajin's eyelids twitched. "You make it sound like you need to pay for picking up trash from a trash can..."
It is a business that can make a lot of money, and he wants to do it even if it is just a gold dust!
"Where did the money go?" Sha Jin leaned back in his chair and tilted his head slightly to look at the scene outside the window.
It is more advanced than my hometown, but after seeing the brilliance of the Milky Way, I do feel that there is still some distance to go.
"Raise the stars and the fairy boat." Cheng Che said softly with a blank expression, "I just... don't like to see my friends looking sad. I always feel that my friends' first choice is me, so I need to solve some problems, right?"
Shajin looked sideways at Cheng Che and asked in confusion, "So what did you gain?"
"A sense of being recognized, needed, and valued." Cheng Che glanced at the soundproof baffle in the car and whispered, "Although I am valued at home, it is not the kind of value that you get from being an heir. I still mind this a lot."
At this point, Cheng Che paused, "Actually, if I were to choose, I wouldn't inherit the family business or manage the company, but... this kind of thing was decided before you were born, so I don't feel involved and I'm a little angry."
Gold Dust: ...
understood.
Shajin sighed, looked out the window and asked in confusion: "Where are we going? Aren't we going home?"
Feel like opening up a new map?
"Let's go to class!" Cheng Che patted the small box beside him and looked at the gold with a serious face. "We are going to take a calligraphy class. The teacher is a very serious old man. He was almost fainted by my brother's scribbles. After he was rescued, he came to my house to steal the child and insisted on teaching him an apprentice. That child is me."
Cheng Che also sighed, as if he had lost all hope in life. "Although I wrote well, he said I had no character."
"You must be joking. How can I, who doesn't even have a face, have any integrity?"
[Extra 20 (Supplement)]
"Wow--"
"Uuuuuu——"
“Boo-hoo-hoo—”
Amid the chaotic crying, the boy who had just finished his classes walked through the classrooms and headed straight for the teacher's office hidden at the back of the teaching building. The smile on his face was a little frail.
Get used to it, really get used to it.
Although Cheng Cheche doesn't fight, he likes to talk a lot and makes his classmates cry all day long.
He had lost count of how many times he had to take leave from school on the other side of the city to deal with the mess.
In the office, two little kids were sitting on the sofa, holding ice-cold Cokes and watching their classmate burst into tears, with no expression on their faces.
The moment the door was opened, chaotic crying sounds came out from the room.
"Mom! Cheng Che said that if I curse, my front teeth will break! Wuuuuu my teeth!"
"You deserve it! Who told you to curse?"
"I just said he has a foreign brother!"
"Dad! Cheng Che scolded me! He said I was ruining my fortune!"
"You deserve it! I can't even continue my business today because of dealing with you!"
Amidst all the voices, Su Ming took a deep breath, as if he had made sufficient mental preparations, "Hello, teacher..."
The second half of the sentence got stuck in his throat and he couldn't utter it, leaving only astonishment.
Su Ming looked at the room full of familiar elders and peers, and for a moment he didn't know whether he should call his two brothers and sisters to come over.
This...an alternative social occasion?
"You came."
Seeing the person coming, Cheng Che raised his hand calmly, "Come sit down and rest for a while, these crybabies haven't finished crying yet!"
Su Ming: ...
Is it really impossible to have a little bit of embarrassment on your face?
Why not pretend at least?
He didn't even need to look at the teacher's hesitant expression to feel the slightest bit of guilt.
"Classmate Su."
The life teacher stood up and handed over two forms skillfully. "No self-review, but there is life homework, so... that's it."
Help! Although the salaries in private elementary schools are high, they are very unfriendly to teachers!
There were so many rich kids, and it seemed like she could never treat them equally!
"Thank you." Su Ming sighed softly, his eyes fell on the sofa beside him, "Where's your schoolbag? Let's go home."
Hearing this, Cheng Che spread his hands, leaned back on the sofa, and stared at Su Ming expressionlessly, "Where's my brother? I clearly asked the teacher to call my brother."
Su Ming almost couldn't help rolling his eyes, "How dare you say that? Your brother's flight was leaving the country at 2pm, and he called me at the airport."
"Oh." Cheng Che nodded, sitting on the sofa and swinging his legs, "He's going to eat coarse food again. Can't he bring a cook with him to study abroad?"
"Who else in the family dares to be the cook except you?" Su Ming glanced at Cheng Che, then at his new brother.
He hesitated for a moment and then consoled her: "Don't be afraid. This kind of thing happens two or three times a week."
Gold Dust: ...
That’s not necessary, is it?
Shajin patted Cheng Che's arm and slid down from the sofa holding a can of Coke. "Can we go home now?"
"That's enough." Cheng Che glanced at the students who were crying nearby, snorted coldly and turned his head away, "You have such a poor mental quality. How can you take business from me in the future? You can't even take it away from my brother."
As soon as he finished speaking, there was another burst of crying in the house.
Su Ming had a terrible headache and quickly pulled the two children out of the office.
Su Ming stood in the corridor, looking down at his brother, and asked in confusion: "How come you seem a little less aggressive after not seeing you for two days?"
Didn’t you cry for half the class before?
There are only seven or eight crybabies here, which is not Cheng Che’s style at all!
"Hmph." Cheng Che, carrying his schoolbag, walked along the corridor towards the parking lot. "What's there to say to them? If I talk too much, they'll think I'm childish. I'd rather talk about something else."
Su Ming: ...
Su Ming sighed heavily and patted Sha Jin's head. "You'll get used to it. Don't be afraid. You'll be suspended from class for an afternoon to reflect on your mistakes. Just do some handicrafts when you get home."
Shajin tilted his head, "What kind of handwork?"
Su Ming looked at the beautiful eyes of gold dust, thought for a while before speaking, "For example, kneading a piece of plasticine, copying two pages of calligraphy, or making a handwritten newspaper."
Gold Dust: ...
This was a study life that was quite different from what he had imagined.
So lazy...
Latio was so angry when he saw that he could wear a plaster head.
Also, does suspending classes for half a day really count as reflection?
Isn’t this a different kind of holiday?
Cheng Che took the phone from Su Ming's hand as he walked, frowning and thinking, "Do I have classes tonight? Should I go to learn piano, painting, or math?"
"No need." Su Ming shook his head. Just as he was about to take the phone to report, he suddenly stumbled.
The boy instantly fell on his butt, sliding and clanging all the way down the steps of the elementary school building, and finally his head hit the trash can at the corner.
Gold Dust: ...
Shajin's eyelids jumped, and he quickly ran downstairs and bent down, "What happened? Did you fall? Did you hit your head?"
Cheng Che stood next to the trash can and pulled Su Ming's head out with all his strength, "It's okay. This kind of scene causes more trouble than me. You have to get used to it."
Sha Jin became even more silent, seeming to be hesitant to speak.
Is this... a lack of coordination or just bad luck?
Su Ming stood up, patted his butt and touched his head skillfully, then walked down holding the handrail, "Yes, you'll get used to it. My forehead has been in contact with too many things. Now I feel like I'll be unlucky whenever I play games in the future."
As soon as the words fell, the expression on Cheng Che's face suddenly became indescribable.
He looked at his brother hesitantly, thought for a moment and nodded heavily, "Why don't you come back and learn calligraphy with me? I think you will need it sooner or later."
Hearing this, Su Ming waved his hand and said, "Why learn it! I will never be forced to learn calligraphy in my life!"
Cheng Che: ...
Cheng Che was even more speechless.
After walking out of the teaching building, Su Ming went to the side to make a phone call to report the situation. Cheng Che stood beside him nervously, holding something and staring at the boy's back.
After a while, Cheng Che pulled Sha Jin to sit on the steps and whispered, "I should not have told you that this brother drew too many cards while playing games a few years ago... No, a few years later."
"Hmm?" Gold Dust was confused. "And then?"
"He was very unlucky. Others would get one character every fifty or sixty draws, but he had to draw a hundred or eighty times each time. But one day he suddenly drew ten tickets, and all ten of them were powerful golden characters."
Cheng Che explained in a low voice, his tone becoming quiet, "He had fallen on hard times... He finished a 20-hour workday that day and went home to draw a card. It's hard to tell whether he died suddenly or from excitement, but he's gone anyway."
Gold Dust: ...
Shajin turned his head to look at Cheng Che, "And then?"
"I think he went to that game, which was... a time travel, just like I went from here to your universe."
Cheng Che sighed heavily, his eyes suddenly turned helpless, "After all, he burned Mora for me through the air. I think I will be able to meet him one day in my journey through the universe."
Cheng Che lay on his knees, staring at the gold dust, "Please, help me find my brother."
Sha Jin nodded and raised his hand to pat Cheng Che on the head.
Hey.
He had just seen a tadpole looking for its mother a few days ago, and now here comes another one…
Little crow looking for his brother?