Why Do You Know I Was a Blockhead?

Hearing that Han Chunmei wanted Li Juan to go look after her little brother, Li Ye did not know whether to laugh or cry. "What? You want her to wait on the baby? Do you even know how to take care of a child?"

But Li Juan replied willingly, "I do. I was the one who raised Ying."

"Give me a break!" Li Ye said decisively. "You were five, and she was three. As long as neither of you starved to death or pissed yourselves—

—but do you know how to care for a three-month-old baby? If he spits up milk, do you know what to do? Do you know how much higher a baby's normal body temperature is than an adult's? I already arranged a nanny for Little Brother. Don't go stealing the working people's rice bowl!"

Li Ye unleashed a torrent of words at Li Juan, talking the little girl into lowering her head. In the end, she only stubbornly muttered, "Spitting up milk is fine. Just let him spit it up. Temperature and all that don't matter—as long as he doesn't convulse, it's fine."

Good lord, that was how you took care of children? The fact that Ying had smoothly grown into a little beauty without knocking out her two front teeth under your watch was truly a stroke of luck.

"Can't you tell what's important and what isn't?" Li Ye put on a stern face and lightly scolded her. "What did you come to university for? Did you think getting into Jing University meant you were done?

"The computer industry requires hands-on practice. At Jing University, can you come into contact with the world's cutting-edge knowledge? Can you get your hands on the world's most advanced equipment?"

Li Juan swallowed and slowly shook her head helplessly.