CHAPTER 333: CHAPTER 333: HAPLESS SIBLINGS

Study time.

Yang Zhi was slumped against the table like a pile of mud.

As Zhou Xiangshang passed by, she thought she saw him spitting out his soul.

"Yang Zhi brother, are you okay?"

Yang Zhi gave her a weak glance, "Not really, I feel like I’m almost gone."

Zhou Xiangshang somewhat disapprovingly said, "Training should be moderate, my mom always said that athletes have to manage their health, they can’t have problems during competitions."

She paused for a few seconds, then realized, "Sorry, I forgot you’re not an athlete, but don’t members of the Martial Arts Association also have to manage their bodies?"

Yang Zhi let out a deep sigh.

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw the two culprits walking in side by side, making his expression even more woeful.

"Two against one, you two are something else."

His cousin ultimately decided to spar with a recognized opponent instead of beating him up, her cousin. He was relieved and even forgot to run away, just squatted on the side watching the fun.

Wen Jing practiced Taekwondo, Tuanzi didn’t use Inner Strength or Qinggong, only the most basic fists and kicks to counter.

After a bit of sparring, Wen Jing found she was too rigid and began to loosen up, gradually becoming unstructured. Later, she unconsciously started learning Tuanzi’s moves, and they managed to have a back-and-forth exchange.

Seeing that she was learning well, Tuanzi fed her moves and taught at the same time.

The two lively girls were having a blast, and Yang Zhi watched from the side, satisfied. Until Wen Jing suddenly suggested, "Why not use my brother for practice?"

Tuanzi hesitated, "That’s not really fair, we two are really strong."

The little wildcat with darker skin immediately turned her head away, and a few seconds later, pretending not to care about the compliment, said, "It’s okay, he’s got thick skin, and he’s got some basics, you can’t break him."

Yang Zhi: "..."

"Jing, did you think about the other person’s feelings when you said that?"

Wen Jing glared with rage, "Did you think about my feelings when you told others about my childhood incidents?"

Great, bringing up old scores. If this doesn’t get settled, my cousin will definitely find trouble with me now and then.

Yang Zhi could only resign himself to being a sparring partner, ending up as a pile of mud.

Reflecting back, he sighed deeply, "Jing, you’re really turning your back on me!"

The little girl turned her head away, letting out a heavy ’hmph’.

Tuanzi, a bit embarrassed, handed over a banana.

"Yang Zhi brother, thanks for being the sparring partner, here, have a banana to restore your energy."

Yang Zhi almost burst into tears, moved beyond words, "Miaomiao, you’re too considerate, how about becoming my sister?"

Just as he finished saying, he felt like his back was being pricked like pins, and when he turned around, saw a cool guy silently watching him, just staring, not saying anything.

Yang Zhi shrank his neck back, facing forward again.

Before he could speak again, he heard the sweet voice of the little cutie beside him, "So Yang Zhi brother, can you often come to be our sparring partner in the future?"

Yang Zhi: !!!∑(ﾟДﾟノ)ノ

He looked in horror at the little girl in front of him.

The little girl’s eyes were filled with anticipation, her voice sweet, "It won’t be every day, just one or two times whenever we’re on a show together."

She clasped her hands together in a pleading gesture.

"Miaomiao will give you a banana each time, or do you like other fruits?"

Yang Zhi: Ready to pass out.jpg

And just then, Wen Jing came over, using her usual soft and slightly cool manner, "No need to give him fruit, he’s easy to please, just a glass of water will do."

As she spoke, Wen Jing went to the corner of the study room to pour a cup of hot water and handed it over coolly, "Drink it, spar tomorrow morning."

Yang Zhi: "Actually, I think you’re my real sister."

"Ha?"

Wen Jing’s face was filled with ’are you stupid’.

"My mom is your dad’s sister, we can only be cousins, not siblings," Wen Jing frowned, looking fierce, "Didn’t your kindergarten teacher teach you? Have you already forgotten?"

Yang Zhi rubbed his face, not wanting to talk anymore.

The barrage of comments laughed hysterically again.

They found this pair of siblings amusing.

[Used to think the age gap between siblings was too big for them to play together, but now I see, they can indeed have fun together]

[When you say play together, do you mean Yang Zhi being bullied while he’s just so tall, acting like a timid little thing]

[Mainly because his aura utterly loses to Wen Jing’s strong presence, she’s sure to grow up into a cool sister]

In the end, Tuanzi went to snuggle with her second brother, refusing to engage in the siblings’ skirmish.

She whispered, "Second brother, after work tomorrow, I want to go..."

She leaned closer, her voice lowered.

Gu Che still heard it clearly, raising an eyebrow, "What are you going there for? We have relatives..."

Before he finished speaking, he recalled that grandpa, uncle, and second uncle all lived in that city.

"Are you going back with him?"

Gu Che’s tone was a bit subtle.

"Yeah," Tuanzi nodded without realizing anything, then seemed to think of something, sneaking a laugh, then tilting her head up with a smile, "Miaomiao’s going for an offline argument."

The subtle mood vanished instantly.

Gu Che suspected he misheard.

"Offline? Argument?"

Making sure the mic was off and the forest protection teacher wasn’t around, Tuanzi straightforwardly said, "Yeah, to have an offline argument with that old grandpa. He just called Chunting didi, luckily Miaomiao found out."

After discovering, naturally, she snapped back.

But she wasn’t sure how effective her retort was because the other party always hung up after being scolded, and after hanging up, who knows?

"Just a call might not be enough, Miaomiao wants to go to his house and block his door. If he scolds Chunting again, Miaomiao will scold back. Otherwise, if we let Chunting back home just like that, next time he sees him, he might have a busted head again."

Gu Che didn’t bother correcting that Jin Chunting merely had a bump, not a cracked head.

He frowned slightly, at one point suspecting that Old Sir Jin calling Jin Chunting was not to really scold him, but to connect with Miaomiao.

Perhaps missing having a granddaughter, he yearned for communication and interaction? Yet he’d heard that when his sister was born, Old Sir Jin had also said he wouldn’t allow their mom to take his sister back. That reason didn’t quite hold.

It couldn’t be that he was uncomfortable if a day went by without being scolded.

It might just be wanting to scold back. After all, his sister was one of the few people who didn’t give Old Sir Jin face.

"Second brother, what are you thinking?"

Noticing Gu Che’s conflicted expression, Tuanzi reached out to pinch his nose.

"Miaomiao’s just going out for a trip, why’s your expression so weird?"

Gu Che snapped back, raised his hand to retaliate, pinching Tuanzi’s face, "You need to talk to our eldest brother about this."

He had a clear understanding of his status at home.

With mom and dad absent, the real head of the household was indeed their eldest brother, Gu Cheng.