Transfer

That evening after school, Little He Qing was picked up by her mother and taken home.

After coming home with her little schoolbag on her back, she had originally planned to go and ask Lin Zhengran right away, but then she accidentally caught sight of the comb in the restroom.

Little He Qing carried a small plastic stool over and set it below the dressing table, then stepped onto it.

Holding the comb, she faced the mirror and combed the stray hairs on top of her head and her ponytail until they were perfectly neat.

Only after she felt basically satisfied did she go to the kitchen and tell her mother, "Mom, I have something I want to ask Lin Zhengran. I need to go find him."

Aunt He was choosing vegetables from the refrigerator in the kitchen. She had just answered, "Then I'll call you back when dinner's ready," when her phone rang.

Aunt He picked up her phone and looked at the number with some suspicion, but quickly answered anyway. "Mom? Why are you suddenly calling me this late? Did something happen?"

A moment later, Aunt He's face filled with panic. "Are you okay? Do you want me to come back and take you to the hospital? Mm-hmm, okay, I'll bring her with me."

He Qing was just about to go out when Aunt He, who had hung up the phone, called out to her, "Qingqing, wait!"

Little He Qing came back in confusion. "What's wrong, Mom?"

Aunt He closed the refrigerator door and untied her apron. "Don't go look for your Zhengran Gege yet. Your maternal grandmother seems to be sick. Pack a few things simply. We're going to your maternal grandmother's house tonight to have a look. I'll ask for leave from your school."

"Maternal Grandmother is sick? Is it serious?" Little He Qing was very panicked.

Aunt He hurried into the bedroom to pack clothes. "She only said her body had no strength and she couldn't get out of bed. And just now, your maternal grandmother said she missed you very much and wanted to see you."

Little He Qing was very good at reading people's expressions. Sensing that her mother's expression was bad and that the atmosphere was tense, she did not dare ask any more.

Helplessly, she glanced in the direction of Lin Zhengran's house, and could only pack her things first and go home with her mother to see her maternal grandmother. After seeing her, she would ask Lin Zhengran about the rumors.

On the drive back to their hometown, Little He Qing saw her mother constantly making phone calls, both asking for leave and contacting the hospital.

Little He Qing sat in the passenger seat and turned to look out at the pitch-black window.

Her innocent little eyes blinked and blinked. At such a young age, her mind was already full of countless thoughts, thinking about so many things.

Fortunately, in the end, it was only a false alarm. After a busy night, early the next morning, Little He Qing saw her mother at the hospital with tears in her eyes, but a smile on her lips.

The nurse explained, "There's nothing especially serious, but there are quite a few minor issues. I expect you children will need to take more care of her in the future. At the very least, you'll have to visit the elderly lady every week to prevent any accidents."

Aunt He nodded. "All right, I understand. Thank you, nurse."

"Then let's keep her in the hospital for observation this week. If she recovers to normal, she can be discharged. The reason the elderly lady couldn't get out of bed should be that she accidentally fell a few days ago, and her leg simply couldn't use any strength because it was injured. Don't worry too much."

"All right."

After the nurse left, Aunt He let out a heavy breath of relief and turned to look at her mom, who was lying in the hospital bed looking very happy.

Her mom was stroking her granddaughter's head, which was Little He Qing's head.

With a face full of happiness, she asked warmly, "Qingqing? You haven't come to see your maternal grandmother in half a year again. Did you miss me?"

Little He Qing stood beside the bed and nodded. "I did!"

"I heard from your mother that you've been learning that thing recently, what was it, taekwondo? And that you're really good at it? When you have time, practice it for your maternal grandmother to see, all right?"

"Mm! Once Maternal Grandmother is discharged, I'll practice it for you!"

Aunt He asked, "Mom, why didn't you call me when you fell a few days ago? Why did you have to wait until you couldn't get out of bed before calling me?"

Maternal Grandmother glanced at her daughter and smiled kindly too. "Didn't I think it was nothing? Who hasn't fallen before? Who knew that once people got old, even a little injury would mean having to stay in the hospital?"

Aunt He sat by the bed and sighed. Suddenly, she started feeling wronged again, sniffling as her voice filled with tears. "My dad left early, and Qingqing hasn't grown up yet. Right now, aside from you, I don't have any family left. On the way back this time, I was almost scared to death."

The well-behaved Little He Qing tore two pieces of tissue from the side and brought them to her mother, comforting her adorably, "Mom, don't cry."

Aunt He broke into a smile through her tears and stroked her daughter's head. "Qingqing is so good."

Maternal Grandmother, on the other hand, kept smiling. "What are you crying for? Didn't you hear the doctor say there's nothing seriously wrong with me? I'm not even scared, but you are? You're not even as strong as Qingqing."

Aunt He turned back and glared at her mother, not knowing what to say, and the mother and daughter simply looked at each other and laughed.

Just like when she was little.

Although nothing much had happened to Little He Qing's maternal grandmother this time, and Little He Qing and her mother soon returned to the small town, the elderly lady's health was worsening day by day, and she could not be left without anyone to take care of her.

So without much consideration, Aunt He directly made up her mind to resign and return to her hometown in the south, where she would find some part-time work she could do without going out, take care of her mom, and live there.

As for Little He Qing, she would transfer schools with her.

Little He Qing was sensible. She knew her mother was taking her back in order to care for her maternal grandmother, so she had no unwillingness at all. But when she heard her mother call the school and say she wanted to handle the transfer procedures, she still could not help secretly shedding tears.

It was not that she was attached to the school here. She was attached to Lin Zhengran, who lived next door and had bullied her ever since kindergarten.

Aunt He knew that her daughter only had Lin Zhengran as a friend, and hugged her girl. "Qingqing, Mom knows you don't want to be separated from your Zhengran Gege, but your maternal grandmother needs someone to take care of her. We definitely have to go back."

Little He Qing buried her face in her mother's arms. "Mom... we'll still come back, right?"

"Of course we will. If you want to come back again, you can do it for middle school. Mom will enroll you in a school here, and you can still go to school with your Zhengran Gege. It's just that before middle school, you two will have to be apart for a while."

Little He Qing's little hands loosened a little on her mother's clothes, her eyes trembling. "Mm. Then when are we leaving?"

"In one month. In one month, we'll go back to your maternal grandmother's place. During this last month, properly say goodbye to Zhengran Gege and tell him you'll see him again when you grow up."

Aunt He stroked her daughter's long hair and looked out the window at the small town where she had lived for so many years, her own heart equally filled with mixed feelings.

"Or you can also video chat with your Zhengran Gege from time to time. That's fine too."

In the eyes of adults, friendship was actually something extremely fleeting. Once people parted ways, that often really was the end of it. At most, many years later, they might mention that there had been a boy they often played with as a child, but they could no longer remember what he looked like.

But Little He Qing belonged to a very special category. In Little He Qing's heart, Lin Zhengran carried an indescribable weight.

Whether Aunt He would come back or not was unknown, but Little He Qing definitely would.

Saturday came again.

Lin Zhengran lay on his bed reading that day.

The system's voice indicated that he was training. After reaching Level Twenty, the second skill was also displayed.

Doubled Training—Your training on the path of fortune has already reached consummate mastery. From now on, any fairy who has formed a bond with you will, under your guidance, gain double training progress and learning speed.

Note—Only when you personally teach them will the other party have double learning ability. This ability cannot automatically activate when they train alone.

This ability... felt more and more like it was developing in the direction of founding his own sect.

The disciples he taught got doubled results, and because of the effect of his first ability, after his disciples trained, he could then obtain double their cultivation in return.

Wasn't this just compound interest on top of compound interest on top of compound interest—compounding four times! Fairy He came to find you again today. Seeing her travel-worn appearance, it seemed as though she had urgent business to request an audience.

The next moment, a knock really sounded from outside the door.