Chapter 9, Personal Happiness

He looked back with sorrow: "Uncle, I am unwilling, it's not that I can't find it."

After finishing the meal, Luo Yihong picked up his suit. I was still enjoying the delicious crucian carp soup and casually asked, "Are you going out again? It's already dark outside."

Fu Qiyang was taken aback for a moment. Just then, he encountered a red light and stopped the car, shaking his head: "Indeed, everything depends on him. Our perspectives on matters are different. But Xiao Cha..." He looked at me, "You are really quite different. You're only in the first grade, yet you already understand what it means to have shared interests. Why? Do you also lack people with whom you can communicate? At such a young age, do you already feel a sense of loneliness?"

"Why doesn't she look like a little girl at all?" Luo Yihong murmured behind me

No, that's not it! I have always treated the teacher's notifications as mere background noise. However, today at noon, two matters caught my attention. As for the sports meeting, I can let that go, but... after the sports meeting, there will be a parent-teacher meeting...

I want to do my homework

After a moment of thought, Shen Lang understood, and with a slight pout of disappointment, he said, "Alright, I will go and speak."

After school, I stopped Shen Lang, who was rushing out with his small backpack, and asked him to find his family driver and clarify the situation. If the driver was unwilling, the date would be canceled.

He let me sit in the passenger seat, then took the driver's seat himself. Looking at me, he asked in confusion, "Your dad wasn't wrong; you do speak rather oddly. Tell me, who taught you to speak in such a mature manner?" He murmured softly, "And it doesn't seem like you're pretending at all."

I turned my face expressionlessly and continued to drink the soup, grunting, "Take care, no need to see you off"

It's nothing, it's nothing

Handsome guy's face crossed: "Little Tea, Uncle Qiyang came all the way to pick you up, yet you still pretended not to know him!"

No, Uncle Zhang called to ask my mother, and she disagreed. She told me to invite you to dinner next time

First, he did not come today. Secondly, even if he had come, he would not have been picked up by me; he has a dedicated transportation service. I am only responsible for bringing him here, taking care of his meals and accommodation. However, all expenses, school choices, and so on are all remotely managed by his parents in the United States. Do you understand?

Oh. I believe I know enough already; as for why he did not come today, it is no longer within my concern.

Ah?! How could he possibly agree!" Shen Lang said with a pained expression, "Xiao Cha, you are not keeping your word; you clearly said it was a matter of sneaking out.

While I was looking around, suddenly my collar tightened, and I was unexpectedly lifted up by someone

Hmm? He has already been very self-aware and no longer asks me to call him Dad. "What is it?"

I heard that there will be an autumn sports meeting in a while

You come to pick up Fu Jinghan, why are you picking me up?

Mother Wu immediately handed over a spoon. I took the spoon and stirred it, suddenly recalling something, I hesitated and said: "Well, that, um..."

Ah, cough cough cough! Hey! Who is it! I was furious, flailing my arms and legs, when someone grabbed me by the collar and turned me around, only to find a familiar face. "Who are you?!" Don't think that just because you're handsome, you can treat me like this. A lady's collar should not be handled carelessly

His eyes were bright, showing great interest: "What event is Xiao Cha participating in? I will go to watch."

Little Tea, would you like to go out to play? Dad will take you to a fun place

I gazed at him deeply: "Uncle, now you are also a bachelor, aren't you"

Are you suggesting that I should still dress up flamboyantly in the dark? To attract butterflies? Let's go, let's go! I took the lead and walked out.

I remained silent for a while, feeling that the tone in which Fu Qiyang was chatting with me was not that of equals, but rather like that of adults. I could only think of Fu Jinghan waiting at the classroom door with a small notebook in hand, recording problems. He was a cold-faced little boy, yet every time he saw me approaching with a pencil and a math book, he would break into a joyful smile. He must really love mathematics. If he goes to the youth class, will there be more people with whom he shares a common language?

Are you really going like this?" Luo Yihong looked at the white sweatshirt and blue jeans I was wearing from school.

He paused for a moment, but did not wear a suit. He bent down and smiled at me, saying: "Is little Cha worried about Daddy?"

I shook my head; in fact, I felt an uncontrollable urge to glare, without any reason. So, I climbed onto a stool and sat there waiting for the meal to be served

It seems that your family’s driver is unwell. Luo Yihong has a meeting, and as for me, since I have nothing to do, I thought I would come and see my dear niece! As for that kid Fu Jinghan, I can’t be bothered to care; he is not an orphan after all.

The term "interview" should not appear in the context of a third-grade elementary school student

"Xiao Cha, imagine this: you are a smart child here, but when you arrive at the Youth Class of the University of Science and Technology of China, everyone is a genius, everyone works so hard, and the competition is so intense that there is no room for mercy. Do you think Jing Han can be happy?" Fu Qiyang shook his head, his eyes filled with concern. "They only know that getting in is an honor, but do they not realize how much suffering the child will endure inside? In families like ours, there is no need to worry about the child's future; what he should receive the most is the joy and freedom of childhood. I do not want Jing Han to lose his happiness and freedom at such a young age. If nothing unexpected happens, he will definitely inherit his parents' business, even the entire family business... They only know that getting in is an honor, but do they not realize how much suffering the child will endure inside? In families like ours, there is no need to worry about the child's future; what he should receive the most is the joy and freedom of childhood. I do not want Jing Han to lose his happiness and freedom at such a young age. If nothing unexpected happens, he will definitely inherit his parents' business, even the entire family business... His future has already been predetermined, so why not give him the present?"

However, Fu Qiyang is not wrong either; which is more important, freedom or interest

***

Little Cha really enjoys eating yam He smiled and placed another piece in my bowl saying, "Then eat more, I see you are getting tired of picking it up, use a spoon instead"

Amusement park? I am indeed interested; I feel my ears tingling

Currently, my schedule for the weekends is quite full. I usually wake up naturally around noon. After getting up in the afternoon, I stay in my small room, reviewing high school courses, memorizing this from www.hetushu.com, recalling that, and then doing some exercises.

Holding the chemical equation, I suddenly thought of Fu Jinghan. I wonder if this child has entered the science and technology class. He is quite pitiful, possessing talent yet unaware of the need for humility. If only I had reminded him in time... Well, such matters are impossible to foresee. In my past life, I had no experience of being a genius.

I slowly finished drinking the fish soup and ate the remaining fish head in these five minutes, then wiped my mouth and left the dining table: "Go ahead."

He suddenly appeared at the dining table, which startled me. I widened my eyes and stared at him for a while. He was originally frowning with one hand propped on the table, rubbing his temples with his eyes closed. Feeling my burning gaze, he looked over, paused in surprise, raised an eyebrow, and smiled: "Xiao Cha, why are you staring at me?"

Indeed. Fu Qiyang said, his expression surprisingly tinged with a hint of sorrow. He did not know when he had participated in an online mathematics competition, which was at the middle school level, and unexpectedly won first place. Later, the organizing committee checked his information and discovered that he was only in the third grade of elementary school. A couple of days ago, they approached me, saying they wanted Jing Han to attend the youth class at the University of Science and Technology of China. I had no authority to decide, so I contacted his parents. To my surprise, they were actually quite pleased.

Just as Fu Qiyang let me down, I saw Shen Lang running towards me with a mournful expression, saying: "Xiao Cha, my mother disagrees."

Oh. He looked at me suspiciously for a moment, then lowered his head somewhat gloomily, but in the blink of an eye, he smiled again, saying, "I didn't expect that I would reach the age to attend a parent-teacher meeting so soon, haha!"

However, Jing Han truly enjoys mathematics. If he has already self-studied the middle school curriculum, then there will certainly be no one in elementary school with whom he can share a common language. If he goes to that youth class, wouldn't he find like-minded individuals? This way, he would also experience joy, and perhaps even greater happiness

As I ate, I stole glances at him and found that he was not as indifferent as I had imagined. I thought that my previous cold and heartless behavior would leave him feeling down for a long time, but it turned out that the impact was not that significant. Indeed, daughters and women are fundamentally different.

On an unprecedented evening, Luo Yihong returned

I feel that since my rebirth, my memory has improved significantly, and my comprehension ability seems to have increased as well. Perhaps this is a capability that children inherently possess, which is why I do not find learning high school courses difficult now

If you make your parents worry, you might be watched even more closely in the future. Are you willing to accept that? I speak earnestly.

Even in this lifetime, I am not a genius

Uncle Zhong is not seriously ill; he just has a slight fever. With the arrival of autumn and the drop in temperature, it is likely that the elderly gentleman has been reluctant to add layers to his suit recently, and as a result, he caught a chill in the autumn breeze. Fortunately, tomorrow and the day after are Saturday and Sunday, allowing him to rest well.

I patted him on the shoulder: "Regardless, you are a solitary person; take care of yourself, Uncle. Why should I worry about your third-grade nephew?"

I racked my brain to think of any small weaknesses I might have from my time at school. After much contemplation, I realized that having any such weaknesses is quite difficult given how low-key I have been. Thus, I let go of my worries and allowed him to be excited.

This is the art of adult language, this time it won't work, next time please do it, a typical official form, I was just worried about how to comfort him, now I feel relieved, feigning disappointment: "Well, alright then, see you tomorrow!"

I had thought he would furrow his brow like any typical busy parent, but to my surprise, he eagerly leaned forward and exclaimed, "A parent-teacher meeting? Is there really a parent-teacher meeting?"

Uncle Zhong is ill? My heart sank; I certainly cannot go play with Shen Lang. In my heart, this uncle, who is like a grandfather, is undoubtedly more important. It is only right to go back, serve some tea, and inquire about his well-being.

Is your mother here as well? Isn't it usually a middle-aged driver who picks you up?

We arrived at the intersection and looked around, only to find that Uncle Zhong's conspicuous vintage-style Volvo was nowhere in sight. Uncle Zhong's most serious task every day is to pick me up and drop me off, and he has always been meticulous about it. It is said that he even arrives more than half an hour early, so how could he possibly not be here

Fu Qiyang! Fu Jinghan's uncle mhetushu.comcom

I immediately decided to go find Shen Lang to discuss this matter. This child is quite sensitive and easily hurt, so it is better to avoid any misunderstandings

Little did anyone know, Fu Qiyang seemed to be addicted to it, continuing to murmur: "He has an interview today, so he took a leave of absence. I wonder if he will be able to come back to school in the future"

"This is a newly built amusement park. Dad invested in it, and the contractor invited us to visit the night view. Are you really not interested?"

"Why be unhappy? The Youth Class at the University of Science and Technology of China is indeed a gathering place for talented young individuals from across the country"

I am astonished; I must indeed be the most lonely person. There are so many geniuses in the world, but not necessarily those who have been reborn. Perhaps in certain topics, I will never encounter anyone with whom I share a common language in this lifetime. Thinking of this, I surprisingly feel a strong urge to laugh

I rolled my eyes, unwilling to respond, turned my head to look out the window, and asked, "Are you really not going to accept Fu Jinghan?"

Ah! A light laugh echoed, and my sister's collar was lifted again. "Xiao Cha is quite charming! So, you don't want our Jing Han anymore?"

It is said to be slick, but from the perspective of my rationality as a minor who is still two years away from adulthood, it is certainly better to inform the family about such matters.

That audacious demeanor left me speechless. In fact, upon reflection, it is understandable; at the age of twenty-four, many people have just graduated from university and are far from the age of attending parent-teacher meetings. Yet, at such a young age, Luo Yihong has already received such treatment

A moment of impulse may very well lead to a lifetime of confinement! That would truly be a case of losing more than one gains

Today, Mother Wu prepared my favorite goji berry and yam dish. As soon as it was served, I unceremoniously took a large piece. Luo Yihong looked at me, a faint smile playing at the corners of his mouth.

What is there on Friday afternoon

Yes, indeed, it is next Friday, the sports meeting will be held on Thursday and Friday, and on Friday afternoon... Never mind, anyway, you all have the parent-teacher meeting in the evening

The tip of my ear suddenly felt cool, and Luo Yihong pinched the tip of my ear: "Your excited ears are trembling yet you remain silent; you really can endure, little girl. Go ahead, I'll give you five minutes to prepare!"

He turned and left, glancing back three times.