Actually, I had another theory about the Family Education Class that Lin Xue and I—and perhaps Qian Qian as well—would give Xiao Xue and the others years from now: maybe the two little brats had simply become too much of a headache, forcing their miserable parents to dump them in a haunted house and feed them a bunch of nonsense so the troublemakers would at least learn how to control their power and authority. If we failed to sort this out before they turned seven, Xiao Xue and Xiao Qian might grow up to become a major scourge upon the void...
All right, let's talk about something other than little brats.
Just one day ago, Ding Dang had still been a muddleheaded little thing who was always half-asleep. She needed more than sixteen hours of sleep every day, and even when awake, she was groggy and listless. But now, after shedding two leaves, Ding Dang was getting a little too excited.
No longer sleepy, though still rather muddleheaded.
Yesterday, Ding Dang summoned a heavy rain just to water her leaves, flooding our house despite the cloudless skies over the entire city—Anweina's Supernatural Kingdom got caught up in it too. At eleven or twelve that night, she still refused to sleep and insisted on guarding the yard to watch for her leaves to sprout. This morning, she—who usually had to be dragged out of bed—became the first one in the household to get up. Before half past six, she had already gone to loosen the soil around her leaves. The strange thing was that she came back shortly afterward: the little muddlehead had forgotten where she buried them and had to ask Lilina to help find them.
According to Father God, Ding Dang's condition was perfectly normal. Every Life Goddess got