Kallen put down his pen and massaged his wrist.
Beside Kallen's desk stood a small writing desk.
Little Kangna put down her pen too, rubbing her little wrist and copying Kallen's movements.
Puer had taken Kevin to the desert, leaving behind a mountain of "holiday homework." Whenever conditions permitted, she would even make time to check Little Kangna's studies and homework progress when she contacted Kallen through the Communication Magic Formation.
During the last check, she had discovered Little Kangna slacking off. Even while bathing in the inner room of his office, Kallen had clearly heard Puer's roar:
"Kangna, if you dare slack off again, I'll drop this war and come back to beat you!"
Perhaps she had spent too long as a cat. Returning to the battlefield had been like reclaiming her youth. Kallen could clearly sense the change in Puer. Yes, she had become sunnier and more cheerful.
In any case, ever since then, Little Kangna had become much more proactive about studying.
Just then, Little Kangna looked up and found Kallen watching her. Young as she was, she placed her hands at her sides and, facing the homework she had just completed, let out a sigh that did not belong to someone her age:
"Sigh..."
It was not the affected sigh of a child ignorant of society's fierce competition. Rather, it carried the frustration and melancholy of a middle-aged man whose wife was pushing him to keep striving.
Actually, even Kallen wondered whether this approach to education went a little too far;
Her attributes, the purity of her bloodline, the level of her inheritance-these objective factors were all there. All she really needed to do was chew the prescribed number of pills on schedule each day and ensure healthy development. Once she reached adulthood, she would naturally