Chapter 6, True Identity

Out of the blue, Li Jiajun understood the Japanese spoken by Fujiwara Keiko. She even subconsciously felt that this woman’s Kyoto accent was quite charming. Apologies, she was instantly taken aback. "What the heck, Li Jiajun, if you want to leave, do it cleanly. This is going to drive me insane. You’ve made me, someone who only understands 'Yamete' and 'Ikoku,' suddenly proficient in Japanese. Saying the wrong thing at a critical moment could be life-threatening!"

Oh... the young girl responded with a long sound, probably because it deviated too much from the dialogue designed in the original script. She momentarily found herself at a loss for words and turned to rush towards her companion, but was called back by Li Jiajun: "Wait a moment, may I ask your name?"

"Alright, alright, I will bring it right away." Jin He hurriedly went down.

Oh. Li Jiajun withdrew his hand and heard the madam say without even raising her eyes, "You can eat later, Jin He, is the porridge ready?"

Should we buy some gifts

Li Erge appeared completely oblivious, turning his back to her as he took off his hat, hung up his coat, and removed his gloves. After a while, he finally turned around, and the calmness in his gaze made her instantly realize that he had always known she was standing behind him, at a loss for what to do.

That is a good thing, I heard that she no longer enjoys wielding a whip or wearing men's clothing? The aunt must be very happy

It is good that you understand now, having grown into a young lady, our Li family can finally claim a true socialite. Li Er brought her to a room on the second floor, opened the door, and the atmosphere of a young girl's bedroom enveloped them. Before pushing her inside, Li Er gently patted her head and said softly, Don't rush, you are still young. Even if you truly forget those past things, it is only to remember more in the future, isn't it

So Li Jiajun, you are such a fine young lady, what is the purpose of living so unsuccessfully, when no one cares to pay attention to you

"It's nothing, I just ran too fast and got a stitch," Li Jiajun replied cautiously in a soft voice

In the past, the greatest sense of oppression in Li Jiajun's living environment was likely caused by this madam. However, the issue is that this madam does not appear to be bad at all. Does that young lady suffer from paranoia?

Just as she wanted to relive the ambiance of attending classes in university, a girl walked over, smiling and asked, "Li Jiajun, I heard that your year has been quite thrilling, has your injury healed?"

Li Jiajun put down his chopsticks and obediently waited, while the other three did not seem to move their chopsticks either, as if they were cautiously waiting, worried that the madam would mistreat her. After a short while, Jin He brought a bowl of porridge. The porridge was cooked very thick, with minced meat and chopped green onions added, looking extremely delicious

Mother is a vegetarian!" Li Ershao interjected nervously

There are many private cars waiting at the entrance, indicating that the families of the girls who can attend school are quite well-off. The cars all look similar, and Li Jiajun can only recognize her own vehicle by the familiar driver. She swiftly gets into the car, but suddenly hears someone calling out her name from behind. After being repeatedly called during lunch, the name has already been etched into her heart. She quickly turns around with a smile and says, "What is it, Sizhu?"

"Jin He, take that meat away from the young lady and bring it to the master instead." The madam suddenly spoke, her voice deep and more imposing than her appearance. "After the New Year, have the rules been forgotten? Greasy food should not be placed in front of the patient."

The woman had an ordinary appearance and dressed very modestly, yet she exuded a quiet elegance. Her expression was calm as she sat beside Master Li, appearing even more imposing than he did. The four standing nearby clearly resembled a family.

Li Jiajun is quite fortunate in this regard; she has cut her hair into an ultra-short style. Because it is soft, with just a slight tousle, it transforms into the iconic Audrey Hepburn hairstyle from "Roman Holiday," exuding a fashionable charm.

Her tone was so natural, her gaze so innocent, that after enduring the fright, the little girl had no choice but to respond: "My name is Cheng Sizhu, Sizhu as in the sound of silk and bamboo."

The sound of bowls and chopsticks clashing echoed once more. Li Jiajun was drinking porridge and suddenly understood why Li Jiajun was so childish, yet found it even harder to comprehend why she was childish.

Indeed, this expression made the little girl somewhat satisfied: "Yes, it's been a long time since we last met. I heard that Xijun's family has an older brother who brought coffee from the United States. Let's go taste it together"

Two hours later

Li Jiajun imagined the feeling of excitement when her wealthy and beautiful friend mentioned that the latest Xbox One she had purchased was finally here: "Alright, let's go together tomorrow."

Li Zhangshi is very likely not Li Zhangshi, but rather Aunt Zhang.

Li Jiajun suddenly felt a desire to laugh; life in this family must be particularly interesting. The younger sister (daughter) always gets into quarrels with her mother (wife), and there seems to be no way to resolve it. The topics of conversation update daily, creating a lively atmosphere!

Happy New Year, Cheng Sizhu. Li Jiajun smiled gently

Li Jiajun walked out of the school covering his face

Li Jiajun raised his head and did not perceive any mockery or provocation in the girl's demeanor. However, behind her, a group of teammates resembling pigs gathered together, casting glances in her direction. He couldn't help but sigh inwardly, forcing a smile and saying, "How unfortunate, please don't mention it, I almost lost face going to school."

"Yes, yes, yes." Li Jiajun scrambled to sit in the last available seat. The dishes before him were abundant, clearly just served, and looked very delicious, all being home-cooked meals. Old Master Li was the first to grab his chopsticks, followed by a few younger ones who then raised their chopsticks. She held her chopsticks, momentarily unsure of where to begin.

When she first entered, she felt a bit uneasy, but she soon realized that although many people noticed her, no one seemed inclined to come over and greet her. Even after she casually found an empty seat to sit down, she did not attract any particular attention from anyone.

Closing the door, Li Jiajun leaned against it and let out a long sigh

The same large hand, the same strength, yet this time it is warm and comforting

Mom, I want to die

However, this is just right.

We are thinking, as it is a new year and you have just recovered from a serious illness, there is a gathering at Xijun's house tomorrow. Will you come? It would be nice for everyone to get together.

She, Li Jiajun, is an illegitimate daughter

Yes, ah, I want ... ...

A group of people came together to challenge the boss, but unfortunately, the main tank, after several provocations, failed to generate any threat level, leaving the remaining ladies in a state of confusion

First drink the porridge, then eat the meal. The lady spoke decisively

After nearly an entire afternoon, the streets were no longer filled with as many people as during the parade. The car smoothly returned to the Li residence. Mr. Li had not yet arrived, and it was said that Li Zhang's wife was still at her family home delivering gifts. Among the Li family, only Li Er seemed to have just returned. Upon seeing Li Jiajun and the librarian, he broke into a bright smile and exclaimed, "Oh, sister!"

Rest assured, brothers and father, we come from an era where debates over whether sweet or savory tofu pudding is heretical could fill three hundred pages on Weibo. Getting worked up over a meat platter is simply too lowbrow

Ah, aunt, um... which aunt is it

Ah, um, Happy New Year, Li Jiajun. " After Cheng Sizhu finished speaking, she turned and ran away

"Ah, that's great. I was just thinking that this plate of meat would be wasted in front of me," she said, extending her chopsticks to pick a piece of meat for each of the three men. Then, with her bright, sparkling eyes, she cautiously looked towards the matron and asked, "Do you... eat meat?"

A plump middle-aged woman immediately came over and replaced the roasted meat in front of Li Jiajun with a plate of white stir-fried vegetables. Indeed, she herself did not want to eat meat, and was feeling that the congee and side dishes were quite adorable, but she noticed that when the lady of the house gave the order, the other three men were all stealing cautious glances at her.

She covered her face, wanting to cry without tears, and approached the class. From a distance, Mr. Zhang waved at her, and the female teacher who spoke Japanese also happily walked towards her: "Ah, Li Jiajun, it's so wonderful to see you healthy. Do you remember me? I am your teacher, Fujihara Keiko."

Please do not force a smile; let me think about how to express this. She herself does not know how to handle it. From what Master Li seems to imply, he does not want to delve deeper into the matter, but now it is her turn, and she cannot get past this hurdle.

The young girl was taken aback; she had never expected that the irritable goddess Li Jiajun would actually have a moment of self-deprecating humor. Observing Li Jiajun's expression with some disbelief, she felt that it didn't seem like she was about to jump up and hit someone. In surprise, she said: "What’s wrong with you? You seem like a different person."

Master Li, sitting with an air of authority, glanced at her, his gaze filled with focused concern. After observing for a moment, he cautiously stole a glance at his legal wife beside him, then snorted coldly: "For the first reunion dinner after the New Year, you must come over and sit down to finish it, even if you have to crawl!"

The Li family twins, who might have discovered something, were stationed at home. Li Jiajun felt both anxious and hopeful; she was eager to reach a conclusion quickly. Since waking up, she had not borne too much weight regarding this identity, nor did she wish to merely receive a lifetime achievement award in the performing arts just to avoid exposure.

I want to drop out of school.

In the evening, the servant came to knock on the door and called her to dinner

Li Jiajun's quiet demeanor did not attract much attention. After Fujihara Keiko led her into the classroom, she continued to stand beside Mr. Zhang. Inside, there were already about ten female students chatting and laughing, most of whom had short student hairstyles.

Watching her run into the small circle, her expression filled with terror as she spoke something, glancing over here from time to time, and when her gaze met Li Jiajun's unreservedly, she quickly withdrew it. Li Jiajun couldn't help but smile and shake his head.

Just as I was about to speak, Li Jiajun suddenly fell silent, alertly patting his pocket, "Let's go home, I didn't bring any money"

What is even more frightening is that she asked her second brother to teach her Japanese this morning! One must ask, would the brother who takes her to school not know that she is attending a Japanese school? The truth has already been exposed like a donut!

She still remembers the feeling of giving a thumbs up for the positive energy when she learned a couple of days ago that this smoker was still in school, completely unexpected, she was attending a Japanese school

It feels very grand and impressive

The expression of secretly observing a timed bomb

Hiss, God, take it easy...

She was almost trembling as she moved forward, and perhaps her expression was truly not good. Li Er, who was sitting relatively close, stood up to help her: "What’s wrong? You were fine just a moment ago." As he spoke, he cast a glance at the madam.

Li Jiajun touched her face again, thinking, is it possible that this body, with a different soul, suddenly has an overwhelming charm? Even when she was Ai Jia, she wasn't this likable. She feigned a look of surprise and asked, "Are you really inviting me?"

Li Jiajun felt very guilty, responding weakly with a sound, standing awkwardly by the door, completely devoid of the ease he had in the morning

"I heard you quit smoking?" Li Ershao suddenly approached, his long legs striding steadily as he wrapped an arm around her and led her towards the stairs

It seemed that the driver sensed a sudden change in the aura of the young girl behind, and he no longer spoke, starting the car instead

The course schedule is bilingual in Chinese and Japanese, with a balanced ratio of 50-50. The curriculum is rich, resembling that of the New Oriental Japanese language class

Oh dear, I accidentally read it as 'dead pig'. What on earth were you thinking, father, along with the books

The driver uncle expressed no pressure: "I do, miss, you have a wallet kept with me."

Heaven, have you become addicted to slapping your own face? You might lose your teeth!

Go home first

"Why aren't you moving? Have you forgotten where the room is?" He suddenly laughed and asked playfully

Indeed

Then let's do it this way

On the first day of school, we practiced singing the school song, mainly focusing on the Japanese version

Two words suddenly exploded in her ear: "Aunt"

Li Jiajun wandered around half the campus before finding her classroom. Along the way, she gradually felt that the style of this school was actually quite familiar to her, yet she was unwilling to acknowledge this familiarity. It was not until she saw a younger female teacher bowing next to Mr. Zhang, who was welcoming her at the entrance, saying, "Oh, ka e li na sa I [Welcome back]!" that she was momentarily taken aback

As a student returning to the first year of high school, Li Jiajun did not feel that sitting in class was a happy experience at all. However, the classroom was now an extremely important place to gather information, so she had to muster her spirits and sit up straight to listen to the two homeroom teachers of the class jointly hold the opening class meeting.

In the car, the driver also seemed quite happy: "The young lady has been invited to a party."

Some details that she completely overlooked during her illness surfaced in her mind. In the countryside, her elder brother never called her Li Zhangshi, and although Li Zhangshi had a motherly demeanor, she resembled a warm-hearted older sister even more. The title "Li Zhangshi" was derived from the knowledge that her biological mother’s surname was Zhang, combined with her own experiences from the past, leading her to create this name herself. Before coming to school, she did not see Li Zhangshi in the car and casually asked Xiuxiu why her mother did not come. Xiuxiu's response was vague, and without any inclination to think deeply, she casually concocted an excuse.

And now, the truth is revealed; the one before us is the true lady of the house.

She walked down the stairs to the dining room, only to see a large round table where Mr. Li, the Li family's two heroes, and a strange middle-aged woman were seated, but there was no Li Zhangshi.

When the brick hit my head, I seemed to see God, who told me that heaven does not accept someone as foolish as me and urged me to go back and cultivate myself properly. Therefore, having narrowly escaped death this time, I have decided to turn over a new leaf and start anew. Li Jiajun was just rambling; in any case, that's more or less how it went.