CHAPTER 791: CHAPTER 776: THE GROWN-UP CHILDREN

Song Ziyi slung his backpack over his shoulder, standing under the big locust tree at the school gate, waiting for his younger brother, Song Ziyang, to come out.

Song Ziyi is Baozi, and Song Ziyang is Tang Yuan.

The brothers are a year apart, so they’re not in the same grade, but they are at the same school.

The teachers and students at the school can’t help but shake their heads when talking about these two brothers.

They’re clearly brothers from the same family, but the older brother is a complete underachiever, while the younger brother is the school’s pride, a natural academic prodigy.

Both of them regularly dominate the school rankings. The younger brother is at the top, and the older brother is at the bottom.

Song Ziyi can’t help it; his talent in sports and physical activities is something his brother can’t match.

No matter how hard Song Ziyang trains in sports, there’s a world of difference between them.

But as soon as he sees those math problems, English letters, he feels dizzy.

He’s best at tricking people, but ask him to do this, and he really can’t. Reciting two ancient poems and essays, Song Ziyi could faint instantly.

Song Ziyang is a step behind his brother in terms of athletic talent and reflexes.

But this doesn’t affect their brotherly bond; they’re as close as if they were a single person.

In Jiang Xiaoxiao’s words, these two brothers could wear the same pair of pants they’re so close.

Both of them are students at this school now, one in sixth grade, and the other in first year of middle school.

"Song Ziyang, hurry up, I’ve been waiting for you forever, come on, let’s run home."

Song Ziyi waved his hand, seeing his brother already coming out with his backpack, waving goodbye to his classmates.

The middle school they attend is about 5km from home.

The brothers never take the bus or ride a bike; they always run, to school and back.

Every day, it’s equivalent to doing a 10km cross country.

Especially with the books in their backpacks, many classmates leave unused books in their desks and only bring home the textbooks needed for homework, but they almost carry all their textbooks in their backpacks.

For them, it’s just simple weight-bearing training.

From the time they were five years old to now, the years of uninterrupted training have never stopped.

Every day, this 10km weight-bearing cross country is no more than child’s play for the brothers.

Under their father’s guidance, they’ve already made significant progress.

If kidnappers from their childhood ever tried to abduct them again, they’d likely be in for a hard time.

Despite their young age, the brothers are not small in stature.

Song Ziyi is about 1.7 meters tall.

Even though Song Ziyang is a year younger than his brother, they are about the same height.

Song Ziyang smiled and waved goodbye to his classmates, slinging his backpack over his shoulder, quickly running towards his brother.

"Big brother!"

Chasing each other, they finally entered the house out of breath.

It was still Song Ziyi who had the slight edge.

At the door, the twin Tuantuan and Yuanyuan, now eight years old, were playing transformation games.

They often switch clothes, making it impossible for others to tell them apart.

Seeing their big brother and second brother, Song Zijing and Song Ziwen quickly went inside; the two little girls couldn’t get the better of their brothers.

Who let their second brother have such sharp eyes that just a glance could clearly tell them apart.

Trying to play tricks in front of their big brother and second brother is simply asking for trouble.

Growing up, they’ve lost out countless times to their big and second brother, with the result being punished to run cross country or squat in horse stance, and the two little girls have long had enough hardship.

Song Ziyang doesn’t resemble Song Moting much, though in seriousness, Song Ziyang hasn’t inherited his parents’ good looks.

His face isn’t handsome, yet it’s full of character, and his eyes are something many have never seen—extremely beautiful.

With pupils as dark as ink, thick lashes, black hair, his expression is resolute with a hint of sensitivity, slightly touched with coolness.

The slight indifference in his demeanor sometimes resembles Song Moting.

His chin is a bit long, cheekbones a bit high, and his nose has a slight hook, but thanks to his eyes and sensual lips, he narrowly avoids being considered ugly.

Often, Song Ziyang feels dissatisfied with his looks.

He wants to be as warm and handsome as his father, or as graceful and resilient as his mother, but everyone who sees him is left both amazed and regretful.

Because he looks overly masculine.

His big brother is the opposite, more like the broad and gentle type of Song Moting.