Back to the 70s: My Childhood Sweetheart Spoils Me Rotten-Chapter 130 - 129: What Are Principles

Zhan Jing was quite surprised that her youngest son was actually doing his homework seriously, instead of dropping everything and running at the mention of food.

Previously, her youngest son had picked up a bit here and there from them, but Zhan Jing could tell he wasn’t that interested in studying.

Even though Zhan Jing felt a bit annoyed, she knew it wasn’t the time to enforce strict discipline yet. She never expected that in just a short time, her youngest son would give them such a pleasant surprise.

"Why would Guang Ran want to write?" Zhan Jing wanted to hide her discomfort, but Cai Meina knew better than to trivialize it and had already told Zhao Gang, who insisted that Zhan Jing must rest well and not overthink things.

In fact, Zhan Jing was quite scared yesterday and dared not push herself too hard anymore. Besides, their outing tomorrow was mainly to look for timber, not to gather problematic books, which made her feel more relaxed.

"I assigned them some homework. From today, I’m teaching both Ni Zi and Guang Ran," Zhao Xuran explained why Zhao Guangran was doing homework.

It turned out there were classes for Gong Ruini, too. But why didn’t Gong Ruini have homework? Zhan Jing found it strange; was it because Gong Ruini was young?

If that were the case, wouldn’t her youngest son throw a fit?

"I have homework too, as much as Brother Guangran’s, but I’m planning to do it tomorrow." Gong Ruini wasn’t idle either; as she talked, she doodled on the table as if using her hand as a pen.

So Gong Ruini had homework too. Why choose to do it tomorrow? Was it because she wouldn’t be going out? "By the way, Ni Zi, are you feeling better today?"

Zhan Jing recalled she hadn’t asked about Gong Ruini’s health yet.

Feeling better? What did that mean? Was she unwell yesterday? Was this the reason she wasn’t allowed to go out?

The thing was, Gong Ruini didn’t think she felt any discomfort at all; she was genuinely fine. "I’m doing well; I’m not sick."

It seemed like she had just been tired yesterday, and Cai Meina was overly worried. However, Zhan Jing agreed with Cai Meina’s concern. It was quite a distance, in the dead of winter, and they didn’t know when they’d be back.

"Even if you’re not sick, you can’t be careless, you know?" Zhan Jing noticed Gong Ruini’s pleading look to let her plead with Gong Tao and his wife. In truth, if she could, Zhan Jing didn’t want Zhao Guangran to tag along either.

But the boy had already discussed it with his dad, and Zhao Gang had agreed. Even if Zhan Jing was unwilling, she couldn’t stop him; she could only ask Zhao Gang to watch over their son closely.

It looked like Zhan Jing didn’t want her to go out either. Ultimately, the one person who could help speak up was ruled out, so Gong Ruini resigned herself. "I’ll stay home and read tomorrow."

So many books awaited her. Even if she wouldn’t become a stunning beauty, she at least needed to become an intellectual beauty.

"Alright, then let Brother Xu Ran tell you stories." Zhan Jing saw that after realizing she couldn’t go out, Gong Ruini didn’t throw a tantrum, and she truly appreciated having a daughter.

Having Zhao Xuran tell her stories? Gong Ruini was genuinely startled; she couldn’t imagine what it would be like for Zhao Xuran to tell her stories.

Besides, even before the stories began, someone next door was already disgruntled. Gong Ruini certainly didn’t want to face Zhao Guangran’s daggers like gazes.

Zhao Guangran had just come inside, ready to eat and quickly return to his homework. He hadn’t expected to hear something that would upset him so much, and his expression was noticeably displeased.

"Mom, my brother hasn’t told me any stories." Zhao Guangran expressed that he was really angry and unhappy.

After all, he was his brother, his own brother, so why did his brother have to tell stories to Gong Ruini?

"Your brother has told you stories before." Zhan Jing stated that it was just Zhao Guangran who didn’t remember, "Why not stay home tomorrow then?"

Yet another suggestion to stay home. Zhao Guangran really didn’t understand why everyone insisted he stay home. First, it was his eldest brother’s attitude, and now his mom, too. It was truly puzzling.

However, Zhao Guangran understood one thing: they were concerned that Gong Ruini would be unhappy, but why did no one consider his feelings?

"Fine, then. Thank you, Brother Xu Ran." Hmph, Gong Ruini thought, why not listen? Tomorrow, when Zhao Guangran goes out to have fun, even if he doesn’t encounter thrilling events, he’ll be bursting to share stories when he returns.

There must be something to make Zhao Guangran unhappy, and there’s no better opportunity now. "Brother Guangran, you can stay home too."

"We can listen to Brother Xu Ran tell stories and have him teach us," Gong Ruini whispered.

Staying home to hear stories was one thing, but as for lessons, Zhao Guangran was not interested. Going outside was far more enjoyable.

Wait, almost fell for Gong Ruini’s trick. Hmph, it must be jealousy, jealous that he gets to go out and play, so the trap can’t be fallen into. "I’m fine, I’ve heard my brother’s stories plenty."

"I’m sick of them already." Zhao Guangran said pridefully.

So sick of them, Gong Ruini could only chuckle. She didn’t know who had been complaining about not having any stories told to him earlier. Now he said he was tired of them; people could be so fickle.

Questionable intelligence, that was Zhao Xuran’s assessment of Zhao Guangran. It was essential to consider what was said before. "No worries, I don’t have to tell you stories."

Zhao Xuran indicated he was also a proud person. If his own brother was tired of his stories, there was no need to insist on telling them.

No way, Zhao Guangran was dumbstruck. Even his elder brother was not giving him face and didn’t catch on to his desperate need for some?

The perfect example of shooting oneself in the foot, thought Gong Ruini, gleeful inside—quite deserved.

Gong Ruini had made up her mind. Tomorrow, she’d say half sentences, just comment on how great Zhao Xuran’s stories were, yet why explain them completely? After all, Zhao Guangran was already tired of them.

"Bro..." Zhao Guangran looked pitifully at Zhao Xuran.

Zhao Xuran indicated he wouldn’t relent this time. Although it was between Zhao Guangran and Gong Ruini, why involve the irrelevant party?

Zhao Xuran’s lack of response made Zhao Guangran anxious, and he looked pitifully at Zhan Jing, hoping she could help.

Zhan Jing didn’t interfere much with the interactions between the brothers; as long as it was nothing major, they could handle things themselves.

Sigh, Zhao Guangran lamented, feeling everyone wanted to see him embarrassed. Was admitting fault the only way out?

With a glance at many eager onlookers like Gong Ruini, Zhao Guangran, being a man, even though just a boy, couldn’t afford to lose too much self-respect.

He couldn’t let people think he lacked principles.

"Bro, I was wrong. I want to hear you tell a story." Zhao Guangran hugged Zhao Xuran’s leg tightly. fɾeeweɓnѳveɭ.com

"Bro, I was just jealous you were telling Ni Zi stories."

"Bro, I really want to hear your story."

Hmph, principles dictating his brother’s words are what must be heard; anything contrary is against principles.

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