Zhou Xin Xin is Zhao Jing’s daughter and also his “student.”
Saying he’s a teacher isn’t quite right; An Chen is only responsible for answering her questions, helping her review knowledge taught in class, and guiding her through practice problems.
Zhou Xin Xin likes him very much; An Chen knows this.
Every time he comes, Zhou Xin Xin clings to him.
An Chen doesn’t know what’s so interesting about him.
“Let’s go in. What have you learned these past two days?”
An Chen also gave Zhou Xin Xin a smile, took two candies from the ones Zhao Jing gave him, and secretly slipped them into Zhou Xin Xin’s hand.
This was their little secret agreement.
Zhou Xin Xin genuinely loves eating candy, and the candies in their home were originally bought for her. Zhao Jing felt that eating too much candy was bad for a child’s teeth, so she strictly limited her candy intake.
An Chen promised Zhou Xin Xin that as long as she was in the top five of her class in every exam, he would give her a few of the candies Zhao Jing gave him each time.
Zhou Xin Xin also lived up to expectations, always having good grades.
“In math, we’re learning functions, and in English, we covered some grammar…”
Zhou Xin Xin took An Chen’s arm and walked into her bedroom.
Zhou Xin Xin’s bedroom wasn’t large, but besides a bed, it also had a desk and bookshelf for studying.
An Chen sat next to Zhou Xin Xin, tutoring her with her problems.
“…Finally, substitute this number, and then it’s a simple equation to solve, and you can get the result.”
An Chen explained slowly, and Zhou Xin Xin listened attentively.
Finally, Zhou Xin Xin solved all the circled problems one by one, let out a long breath, her eyes curving into crescent moons, and leaned back in her chair.
“We’ll rest for ten minutes, then study English.”
An Chen glanced at the time, then said.
The door was gently knocked, and then Zhao Jing pushed open a small crack. Only after confirming that the two were resting did she push the door open.
She opened the door with one hand, while the other held a plate. She then placed the plate on the table; it contained sliced apples and oranges.
“Eat some fruit to replenish your nutrition.”
This sentence was not only for Zhou Xin Xin but also for An Chen.
Upon seeing the fruit, Zhou Xin Xin immediately grabbed an orange slice with her hand and put it into her mouth.
“Why don’t you let your Brother Chen have some first!”
Zhao Jing playfully chided, gently patting Zhou Xin Xin’s arm.
“It’s okay, it’s okay, Brother Chen won’t mind.”
“I don’t mind. Xin Xin is growing, let her eat more.”
An Chen smiled slightly.
“Even so, you should still ask!”
Zhao Jing didn’t say more, turned and left the room, and soon returned with two cups of hot milk.
“Zhou Xin Xin has been gaining weight only on her face recently and not growing taller. I told her to drink some milk, and you drink some too!”
“I don’t need any.”
An Chen waved his hand.
“It’s nothing, milk isn’t expensive! You’re not short, but you’re also at a growing age, drinking milk is good for you!”
Zhao Jing scanned An Chen’s body with a slightly pained look in her eyes.
An Chen was one meter eighty tall, but because he didn’t eat very well, he was thinner than his peers.
“Thank you, Auntie Zhao.”
An Chen thanked her again and glanced at Zhao Jing.
He had long remembered Zhao Jing’s appearance, but for some reason, he just wanted to look at her a few more times.
Zhao Jing was a relatively young parent; even though her daughter was fourteen, she was only thirty-five years old, and time had not left too many marks on her.
The radiance of a mother was still very bright on her.
This overlapped somewhat with the woman in An Chen’s memory.
An Chen shook his head, wanting to shake off those fragments of memory, but his photographic memory made it impossible for him to truly forget something or an image; all he could do was temporarily not think about it.
But these memories would never disappear; they would always exist deep within his memory.
“You must learn well from your Brother Chen. Your Brother Chen is definitely going to Tsinghua and Peking Universities. If you learn well, you can also follow him there.”
Upon hearing this, Zhou Xin Xin’s small eyes sparkled.
An Chen gave a wry smile.
By the time Zhou Xin Xin went to college, he would have already graduated.
Zhou Xin Xin was quite smart, but sometimes she would get confused.
Zhao Jing turned and left the room, gently closing the door. She was very concerned about Zhou Xin Xin’s studies, but when An Chen was there, she was afraid of disturbing them and tried not to make any noise.
“Brother Chen!”
Seeing her mother leave the room, Zhou Xin Xin’s eyes curved, and she leaned closer to An Chen.
“Hmm?”
An Chen looked at Zhou Xin Xin.
Usually, when Zhou Xin Xin acted like this, it meant she was about to share something she found amusing.
“Today, when I left school in the evening, I saw a police car drive to your school gate; it seemed like they were catching someone!”
“Catching someone?”
An Chen frowned.
Zhou Xin Xin’s elementary school, his high school, and their home were all located on this road, with the elementary school being the furthest. With the current after-school extended service, Zhou Xin Xin sometimes left even later than An Chen.
An Chen hadn’t heard the police car before class ended. After returning home… An Chen was busy dealing with Su Xiaojiu and didn’t pay attention.
But upon careful recollection, An Chen searched his memory and found the faint, almost imperceptible sound of a police siren.
“Yes, yes, catching someone! But that’s not the point. The point is that the person they were catching could do magic tricks! He actually conjured two short swords out of thin air in front of the police officers, and those short swords could even fly around in the air, scaring the police officers!”
An Chen’s furrowed brow suddenly relaxed.
He suddenly laughed with relief.
“The person you’re talking about, was he wearing a white long robe with a sword at his waist, like a cosplayer?”
“Yes, yes, yes, yes! I didn’t expect him to be such a good cosplayer; he could even do magic tricks!”
That might not be a trick, but a real Spell.
An Chen pursed his lips, silently saying in his heart.
He was now very certain that the person on the way home from school was also a Cultivator who had Transmigrated from another world.
He just didn’t know if he was stronger or weaker than Su Xiaojiu.
“What happened next?”
An Chen was a little curious, so he asked, but he quickly added.
“But no matter what, don’t interfere with police officers performing their duties; that kind of behavior is wrong.”
“I know, I know! Otherwise, the police officers wouldn’t have caught him!”
Zhou Xin Xin stuck out her tongue.
She was already a big kid; Brother Chen sometimes still lectured her like a child.
“Later… that cosplayer ran incredibly fast, three meters in one step, running away like he was flying. The two police officers couldn’t catch him, and then they drove to chase him. I don’t know if they finally caught him or not.”
If it were any other time, upon hearing “three meters in one step,” An Chen would have already thought Zhou Xin Xin was exaggerating.
But now An Chen believed it was true.