Of course, Jiang Chen had no idea about the little story that happened last night, and he slept quite soundly.
However, he vaguely had a dream. In the dream, he returned to that small village in Sichuan and Shu, and stood once again on the village’s only stage.
Zhu Yingtai is not a daughter, why are there marks from earrings on her ears?
The earring marks have their reasons, Brother Liang, why raise suspicions? The village often holds temple fairs to thank the gods, and every year I play Guanyin. Brother Liang, you should focus on your writing, not thinking about hairpins and skirts for your future.
He was still playing Liang Shanbo.
But for so reason, the lively young girl playing opposite him, Zhu Yingtai, turned into Lan Peizhi’s face.
Then.
Jiang Chen woke up, not from fright, it’s just acting, not enough to scare him, he was actually woken up by Li Shuru.
Returning from dream to reality, one tends to be sluggish.
Li Shuru had finished her makeup and ca out from the walk-in closet in the bedroom, while Mr. Jiang was still lying in bed.
He was either pondering over why he had such a dream, or perhaps still... savoring it.
"The conference starts at ten, I don’t want to be late."
"Give five minutes."
Jiang Chen sprang upright from the bed.
"I’ll wait for you downstairs."
Li Shuru put on the second diamond earring and walked out of the bedroom. She was wearing a little Chanel style today, elegant, dignified, and formal, quite fitting for her temperant.
Jiang Chen was indeed very fast, truly taking just a few minutes to tidy up. Although he was quick, he didn’t look sloppy. The fitted dark casual outfit was appropriate and highlighted the aura of a mature man, effectively diminishing his "shortcomings" in terms of age.
When he opened the wardrobe just now, Jiang Chen was shocked to see it was filled with his clothes, categorized by season and type.
The clothes certainly didn’t fly into his wardrobe from the display cabinets by themselves. Without a doubt, they were all results of Li Shuru’s shopping expeditions over ti.
"Dressed so beautifully, why bother with the kitchen? Let’s eat out today."
Jiang Chen went downstairs and said grandly.
"I don’t have ti for that, Duanmu did it all."
Li Shuru put down the plate.
Jiang Chen walked toward the dining table, anwhile he couldn’t help but look at the apron-wearing Taoist nun sister.
Excellent.
Getting more diligent.
No longer just stretching out a hand for everything.
But looking at the dining table.
Alright.
The dishes were quite simple.
All the plates were filled with the sa dish of stuffed atballs, um, each with an added egg.
Jiang Chen was never a picky person. It’s nice enough that soone was willing to cook, after all, cooking wasn’t part of their job description, it was additional service.
Just like going for a bubble bath in Tokyo, but the attendant unexpectedly gives you a free color treatnt, ask yourself, aren’t you moved?
Li Shuru took out a big carton of milk from the fridge, "Why don’t you call Wu Chong down?"
"He’s called Martial Saint."
Jiang Chen chuckled, last night Li Shuru slept, but because she waited for him, it wasn’t deep sleep. When he entered the bedroom, she woke up, so Jiang Chen gave her a brief account of Martial Saint.
Li Shuru naturally wouldn’t mind.
Anyway, this mansion is so spacious, most of the ti she lived here alone, adding so liveliness is a good thing, especially upon hearing that the boy was Lan Peizhi’s brother, she beca quite interested.
She had seen Lan Peizhi.
And heard about her.
"Shouldn’t a middle schooler get up very late?"
Mumbling a sentence, Jiang Chen turned and walked back upstairs, "I’ll go call him."
Not bothering to walk far, climbing to the second floor, Boss Jiang raised his voice and shouted with full energy: "Wake up."
After all, the sound insulation isn’t great.
It’s true, before Boss Jiang could shout a second ti, Martial Saint’s room opened, and the lad walked out sluggishly, yawning repeatedly.
At the age of ten plus, symbolizing the morning sun.
But look.
Where’s the appearance of a rising sun?
"Ha... do you city folks all get up this early?"
Speaking while yawning.
"City folks need to work, it’s no different from farming, might even be tougher. Can you sleep like this in school too?"
"At school, I sleep until I wake up naturally."
"Wake up naturally? Don’t you have night study sessions?"
Martial Saint rolled his eyes at him, then shook his head vigorously to clear his mind.
"I never told you, the principal and I are sworn brothers. You think I need to attend morning exercises?"
He said nonchalantly.
Such things are not worthy of boasting.
Whether this lad is good at studying doesn’t matter, but at least he’s certainly not feeling the hardships, might even be quite carefree.
They say studying is first bitter then sweet, but that’s not always the case.
So kids are born without the knack for studying.
Studying requires talent, Jiang Chen always firmly believed.
So kids are not lazy, perhaps they just aren’t suited for this path.
"Can the principal allow you to skip classes, and get you a guaranteed admission to high school?"
"Pfft. I’m not interested. Those high school kids get up earlier than chickens, sleep later than dogs, what for, self-torture?"
"Who told you all high schoolers are like that? With your intelligence, I believe you don’t have to be this hardworking."
Martial Saint scoffed, "Forget it. Isn’t it just wanting a college student to bring glory to the family? When the ti cos, I’ll have my sister get a diploma."
Well.
Turns out this lad thinks like this.
Have to admit, his plan sounds crisp.
Given his sister’s capabilities, never mind dostically, she could get a diploma from any top university globally.
"Not from Huaqing though."
Jiang Chen was surprised, and curious, asked instinctively: "Why?"
"Those people study until they ss up here."
Martial Saint pointed to his head area, "The whole art exhibition, they found models whose eyes barely open, geez, either blind or rotten, purely disgusting."
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