Chapter 5

"Yeah! Bro, I actually have sixteen more years of life experience than you. In my memories, we lived all the way to 2011." Qin Yi spoke with deep nostalgia. All that extravagant, money-burning luxury he had experienced... he missed it so much! Even going one day without it had already made him terribly uncomfortable.

"And then? What did you experience over those sixteen years? Why did you suddenly come back?" Qin Rong asked casually, carefully studying Qin Yi's face. He could not figure out what sort of act Qin Yi was putting on today.

"...My life had originally been going pretty well. But Dad got me a wife. Who knew she had a lover outside? She and her adulterer slit my throat on our wedding day." At this point, Qin Yi spoke with great grievance.

"..." Qin Rong fell silent. After a while, he suddenly asked, "This year is 1996. What happened in 1997?"

"Hong Kong returned to China." Qin Yi answered without thinking.

"You don't need to tell me that. Everyone knows it. I'm asking what else happened."

"..." Qin Yi frowned and thought for a long time before suddenly saying, "It's been so long. How could I possibly remember?"

"...Fine. Different question. The tabby cat next door, Chunhua, got pregnant a few days ago. How many kittens did she have, and what were their names?" Qin Rong asked again.

"..." Qin Yi continued to frown in deep thought. After a long while, he said timidly, "I don't remember."

"What are the winning lottery numbers for the next drawing?"

"..."

"What were this year's entrance exam questions?"

"..."

After a while, Qin Yi looked miserably at the calm-faced Qin Rong and asked in a small voice, "Bro, you don't believe what I'm saying, do you?"

"..." Qin Rong silently watched Qin Yi for a long time, until Qin Yi lowered his head in disappointment. Only then did he say, "No. I just think those sixteen years of yours were rather empty."

Yeah! If Qin Rong had been reborn, he definitely would have remembered all the major national events clearly, right? Unlike himself, who was so useless!

The more Qin Yi thought about it, the more downcast he became. He unconsciously buried his head in the soft quilt, pouting silently.

Suddenly, a warm and powerful hand landed on his head. Qin Rong's steady voice sounded above him. "So no matter how many lives you have lived, no matter how old you are, you are still my little brother. Don't overthink it. I'll take care of you."

"Bro—" Qin Yi suddenly felt deeply moved. Their parents were busy with their careers, so Qin Rong had looked after Qin Yi ever since he was young. Though he had lived to twenty-seven in his previous life, Qin Yi had always been well cared for and had little ability to withstand pressure. Something as absurd as being reborn had already exceeded the limits of what he could bear. Besides, he was not some mentally tough harem protagonist from an online novel. Years of habit made him instinctively seek someone to share his burden with, and Qin Rong was undoubtedly his only choice.

A huge stone weighing on his heart seemed to have been lifted away, and Qin Yi's spirits immediately soared. He rolled and tossed around energetically on the large bed, making the exhausted Qin Rong frown repeatedly. Qin Rong reached out, trapped the wriggling boy in his arms, and asked with his eyes closed, "Qin Yi, have you been reading any novels lately?"

"Huang Yi's The Legend of Qin," Qin Yi answered instinctively.

"And what TV drama did you just watch?"

"The Greed of Man." Though Qin Yi was utterly confused, he still answered honestly.

Just as I thought, Qin Rong sighed inwardly. No wonder Qin Yi had been acting so strangely today. A boy's early education really was important!

Half asleep, Qin Rong vaguely thought that people said eleven- and twelve-year-old boys were in their rebellious adolescence and needed care and communication from their families. It seemed he should pay more attention to Qin Yi's education lately. He could not neglect his younger brother's proper development just because the entrance exams were approaching. Tomorrow, he would talk to the teacher about taking leave from evening self-study!

As he thought, he patted Qin Yi, who had already curled into his arms and was preparing to sleep.

Qin Yi, who had found a comfortable position under the covers and drifted off to sleep, had no idea that Qin Rong had mistaken his heartfelt confession, which he had agonized over for so long, for the wild imagination of a boy too absorbed in books. Sleeping like a little pig, he habitually puckered his lips and occasionally scratched his cheek.

Inside the space, Andre watched Qin Yi sleeping like the dead outside, tears streaming down his face. He gloomily cursed inwardly—

The most frustrating thing in the world was when you sincerely confessed your deepest secret, but the person you told did not believe you at all!

So frustrating! Right?!

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Chapter 5: Going to School

Chapter 5

A fact every transmigrator might overlook.

It was not yet six in the morning, and the sky was still dark. Qin Yi was sleeping under the covers, drenched in sweat, when he suddenly felt cold. He opened his bleary eyes and found that Qin Rong had pulled away his blanket.

"What are you doing? It's cold!" Qin Yi complained groggily.

"Get up. You'll be late soon," Qin Rong said.

"No!" Qin Yi yawned with teary eyes, shoved his head beneath the pillow, and muttered.

"Hurry up. You still have class later!" Qin Rong had long grown used to fighting Qin Yi for the blanket every morning. Without even lifting his gaze, he pulled away Qin Yi's pillow.

"It's been so many years already, and I still have to go to school!" Qin Yi complained hazily. Halfway through, he suddenly woke up. This was no longer S City more than a decade later. He was Qin Yi now—eleven-year-old Qin Yi, still in elementary school.

At that thought, Qin Yi's face naturally scrunched up. He let out a wail—

"No!"

But then he suddenly got a slap on the butt. Mother Qin said impatiently, "No what? Every day, you're the one who has the hardest time getting out of bed. Get up already."

"Uh..." Qin Yi looked pitifully at Mother Qin and found that she had no intention of giving him any extra time. He could only climb reluctantly out of bed.

After breakfast, Qin Yi slung on his schoolbag and left home with Qin Rong. Qin Rong was in his third year of middle school, and Seventh Middle School, where he studied, happened to be in the opposite direction from Fourth Primary School, where Qin Yi went. After they left the alley, Qin Rong casually told him, "Come home early after school," then waved and parted ways with Qin Yi. Qin Yi stood on the main road with his schoolbag on his back, staring blankly at the sky.

Then, following the route in his memories, he struggled toward Fourth Primary School. Stopping and starting along the way and asking for directions several times, Qin Yi finally made it to the gates of Fourth Primary School. Standing before the teaching building, he stopped again in misery—

Who the hell could tell me which grade and class I'm in now?!

Just as Qin Yi was nearly desperate enough to pull out his hair, a girl's voice came from behind him, as heavenly as music. "Qin Yi, what are you standing here for?"

Qin Yi spun around eagerly. But the face that entered his sight was one he did not recognize at all. The girl wore a school uniform that did not quite fit her, with her hair in a ponytail. She looked fresh and neat.

"Why are you staring at me?" the girl asked, baffled.

"Are you in the same class as me?" Qin Yi asked carefully.

"..." The girl fell silent for a while and took several deep breaths. Then she suddenly shouted, "Damn it, Qin Yi, you're way too arrogant! Just wait until I make your life miserable for not doing your homework today!"

Ten minutes later.

Qin Yi sat at his desk with his head hanging low when his deskmate, Sun Zhicheng, leaned over sneakily. "I heard you offended Little Reporter at the school gate this morning?"

Little Reporter was the girl Qin Yi had seen at the gate just now. Her real name was Ji Feifei. She was the class monitor of Class One, Qin Yi's class. She was a very serious person who loved running to the teachers' office to report everyone over every little thing. That was why Qin Yi had given her that nickname.

Qin Yi had not seen her since graduating from elementary school, so naturally he had no impression of her at all. But to Ji Feifei, who loved vanity and had a strong sense of pride, it felt like Qin Yi had deliberately humiliated her. Kids could make enemies very easily. Sometimes all it took was one sentence.

"I didn't do it on purpose," Qin Yi said casually. He swept his gaze around the room, saw that all the girls around him were undeveloped children, and lowered his head listlessly.

"Who cares whether you did it on purpose? Little Reporter said that if anyone dares lend you homework to copy this morning, she'll tell the teacher. You're on your own!" Sun Zhicheng said with obvious glee.

"Homework? What homework?" Qin Yi felt completely lost.

"Yesterday's homework! Math homework, Chinese homework. Don't tell me you forgot?" Sun Zhicheng muttered softly.

"..." I didn't forget. I never remembered it in the first place. Qin Yi took out the so-called homework notebooks from his schoolbag. "Lend me your homework."

"Fine!" Sun Zhicheng thought for a moment, then agreed through gritted teeth.

Qin Yi had barely gotten the notebook into his hands and had not even opened it when Ji Feifei shouted from the front, "Hand in your homework! Hand in your homework!"

Then she scampered over and said, "Qin Yi, take out your homework. You're not allowed to copy anyone else's, or I'll tell the teacher."

Sun Zhicheng immediately looked at him with a pleading expression.

Qin Yi rubbed his nose and readily handed the notebook in his hand to Ji Feifei. Watching her smug expression, he scratched his head in pain.

He had lived another life, only to end up at odds with an underdeveloped little brat. That fact troubled Qin Yi, who prided himself on being charming to everyone regardless of age or gender. But over the following day, Qin Yi came to understand that this was only child's play. Having no common language was the truly painful thing.

"Spring has arrived, the green trees are sprouting, and the grass is also..."

"Ninety divided by three equals..."

"The Earth revolves around the Sun..."

"Little Tadpole Looking for His Mother..."

The entire morning passed through math, Chinese, science, and art...

Bored out of his mind, Qin Yi used a watercolor pen to draw Wolffy on his sketchbook, propping his head up with one hand as he dozed off.

"Qin Yi, what is this thing you drew? It looks really fun!" After finishing the tree in his own sketchbook, Sun Zhicheng had nothing to do, so he glanced at Qin Yi's drawing and asked curiously.

"This is the ideal husband in a woman's heart. When marrying, marry Wolffy; when living, be like Wolffy," Qin Yi made up casually.

"Nonsense. That's clearly a dog. How can it be a good husband?" Sun Zhicheng rebutted seriously. "My mom says someone like your dad is a good husband."

Heh! So Dad already had admirers back then. Qin Yi raised an eyebrow and thought lazily.

"Oh, right. After this class, it'll be lunch break. My mom packed braised pork for me. It smells amazing. I'll give you half!" Sun Zhicheng said enthusiastically.

"Thanks!" Qin Yi blinked lazily and answered without much interest.

"What are you having for lunch?" Sun Zhicheng failed to notice Qin Yi's perfunctory attitude at all and continued asking.