Everyone's been reborn, so who would bother finding a wife on their own?

Chapter 14 Going to School!

Time passes silently.

It seems like just yesterday they were two little ones holding hands at the kindergarten gate, and now they're already in fourth grade.

"Song Huan! Time to go to school!"

A clear shout came from outside the door, followed by a series of knocks.

The bedroom door was pushed open, and a delicate-looking face peeked in.

Song Huan lay on the bed, her hair a mess, squinting at the doorway.

Sunlight streamed in through the window and fell on the girl.

She was wearing a white school uniform and white leather shoes, her hair was tied in a high ponytail, revealing a section of her fair neck.

She has long eyelashes, bright eyes, and when she smiles, her pretty oval face has shallow dimples.

If Xiao Yunqing was a delicate little child in kindergarten, she is now a stunning young beauty.

Song Huan glanced at her, then buried her face in the pillow again.

"No, big sister, what are you doing here so early..."

Xiao Yunqing walked in, stood by the bed, and put her hands on her hips.

"I'm your class monitor! How can you be late every day? I have to keep an eye on you!"

Song Huan's muffled voice came from under the pillow: "I didn't elect the class monitor..."

"What did you say?"

"It's nothing..."

Song Huan resignedly got up, her hair standing on end in a mess, like a hedgehog that had just woken up.

In the living room, Zhang Xuejuan was preparing breakfast. Seeing Xiao Yunqing, she greeted her with a smile, "Yunqing, you're here? Have you eaten yet?"

"Good morning, Auntie! I've already eaten!"

When Song Wentao came out of the restroom and saw Xiao Yunqing, he smiled and said, "Yunqing, you've come to pick up our lazybones again?"

Xiao Yunqing nodded, her ponytail swaying slightly. "Good morning, Uncle! He's late every day, I have to keep an eye on him!"

Song Wentao glanced at Song Huan with a smile, his eyes full of amusement.

[You're lucky, kid.]

Song Huan pretended not to hear.

He yawned and walked towards the kitchen: "I haven't had breakfast yet..."

"No need to eat," Xiao Yunqing took a bag out of her schoolbag. "I brought some for you."

The bag contained a loaf of bread and a carton of imported milk.

Song Huan was stunned for a moment.

This scene looks familiar...

Xiao Yunqing stuffed the food into his hands and said with a grin, "Eat quickly, eat as you walk."

Song Huan took the milk and bread, and was pulled out the door by her.

……

The streets were quiet in the early morning, with only a few bicycles occasionally passing by, their bells jingling.

Sunlight filtered through the leaves, casting dappled patterns on the ground.

Song Huan walked while munching on bread.

Xiao Yunqing walked beside him, her ponytail swaying back and forth.

The two had grown accustomed to this kind of morning.

From the first grade onwards, Xiao Yunqing would come to call Song Huan to go to school every day.

Her home is far from the school. She could have taken the bus directly to the school gate, but every day she would first detour to Song Huan's side and then walk there together.

Therefore, she has to get up half an hour earlier than others every morning.

Song Huan asked her why.

She said, "Because you're my little brother, don't you understand? I have to keep an eye on you."

Song Huan almost choked to death on his own saliva.

Later he noticed that the girl's face was full of seriousness when she said that.

He just couldn't be bothered to correct it.

It's pointless to correct it anyway.

"Eat slowly," Xiao Yunqing frowned as she watched him wolf down his food. "No one's going to take it from you."

With her mouth full of bread, Song Huan mumbled, "Oh..."

Xiao Yunqing looked at him and suddenly muttered softly, "How come he doesn't grow taller even though he drinks milk every day?"

Song Huan stopped chewing.

He turned to look at Xiao Yunqing.

Xiao Yunqing was looking straight ahead with an innocent expression, but the corners of her mouth were slightly upturned.

Song Huan felt as if an arrow had pierced her heart.

He won't grow tall.

This is his greatest pain right now.

Both of them were in fourth grade. Xiao Yunqing had already grown to 1.45 meters tall, while he was still hovering around 1.4 meters.

Standing next to her, I was half a head shorter.

"Girls develop faster," he said through gritted teeth. "Once we get to junior high, I'll surpass you."

Xiao Yunqing turned to look at him, her eyes curving into crescents.

"That's not necessarily true."

Song Huan: "..."

Heartbroken.

……

The area in front of No. 11 Primary School has become lively.

Parents were dropping their children off at school, street vendors were selling breakfast, and students on duty were sweeping the floor—it was all a mess.

Song Huan and Xiao Yunqing walked into the school gate side by side.

After taking only two steps, Xiao Yunqing suddenly stopped.

"Wait a moment."

Before Song Huan could react, she had already reached out to touch his hair.

"Your hair is sticking up."

She gently pressed down on the unruly tuft of hair on his head with her finger, pressed it down twice, then let go, and it stuck up again.

Xiao Yunqing frowned and pressed it twice more.

It's still upturned.

Song Huan said impatiently, "Just do it casually..."

"No," Xiao Yunqing looked seriously at the tuft of hair, "It looks so silly."

Song Huan remained silent.

He looked down at her earnest little face, smelled the faint scent of laundry detergent on her body, and a hint of her natural fragrance.

She stood on tiptoe, tilted her head back, and gently pressed her hand on the top of his head.

The sunlight shone on her face, casting the shadows of her eyelashes onto her cheeks.

Song Huan suddenly felt a little uncomfortable and turned her head away.

"That's enough..."

"Don't move," Xiao Yunqing pressed his head down, "It'll be done soon."

Song Huan stopped moving.

After a while, Xiao Yunqing finally nodded in satisfaction.

"alright."

She withdrew her hand and looked down at his neck.

"The red scarf is crooked too."

Song Huan looked down and, sure enough, the red scarf was crooked to one side, and the knot was tied loosely.

He reached out to pull it off, but Xiao Yunqing had already taken the initiative and started to help him re-tie it.

With her head down, her fingers deftly moved, untying the red scarf, folding it again, and tying it into a neat knot behind his neck.

Song Huan looked down at her.

Her long eyelashes drooped, her expression was serious, and her breath gently brushed against his chin.

It's a little itchy.

"Alright." Xiao Yunqing finished tying it, looked up at him, and nodded in satisfaction. "That's more like it."

Song Huan pouted: "Just tie it however you like, no one's going to see anyway."

Xiao Yunqing glared at him and reached out to tap his head.

"When you joined the Young Pioneers, who tied the red scarf around your neck?"

Song Huan fell silent.

How could he possibly forget?

That day was the joining ceremony, and all the teachers and students in the school stood on the playground.

He stood in the line, watching the older and younger pioneers tie red scarves for the new members.

It was his turn. The figure that walked over had a high ponytail and a smile on his face.

It was Xiao Yunqing.

She stood in front of him, carefully tying his red scarf around his neck. After she finished, she patted his shoulder and said in a voice only the two of them could hear, in a very old-fashioned tone, "Congratulations, Young Pioneer."

The whole school was watching.

Xiao Yunqing seemed very interested in treating him like a younger brother.

"So," Xiao Yunqing looked at him, "I tied this red scarf for you, and if you don't tie it well, you're embarrassing me. Do you understand?"

Song Huan sighed as she looked at her matter-of-fact expression.

"Okay, okay, class monitor."

Xiao Yunqing nodded in satisfaction.

"Let's go, we're going to be late."

The two walked into the teaching building side by side.

The sunlight followed behind, casting two long, long shadows of the two small figures.

Quite a few people had already arrived in the classroom.

Song Huan walked to her seat, sat down, and put her schoolbag on the table.

Xiao Yunqing's seat was next to his.

They have been deskmates since first grade.

He had several different homeroom teachers and his seat had been rearranged several times, but Xiao Yunqing would always appear next to him after each rearrangement.

Song Huan suspected that Xiao Yunqing's mother had done something again.

But he had no evidence.

We've been set up!

Xiao Yunqing sat down, took out her textbooks from her schoolbag, and neatly arranged them on the table.

Then he turned to look at Song Huan.

Song Huan was lying on the table, preparing to take another nap.

"Song Huan".

"Um?"

"Have you finished your homework?"

Song Huan froze.

He slowly raised his head and looked at Xiao Yunqing.

Xiao Yunqing was looking at him with a smile.

That smile looked exactly like a fox that had stolen a chicken.

A bad feeling welled up in Song Huan's heart.

"Um... what homework?"

Xiao Yunqing's smile became even brighter.

"Yesterday's Chinese homework was to copy the new words from Lesson 3 ten times each."

Song Huan fell silent.

What did he do yesterday?

Oh right, watching TV.

I watched cartoons all afternoon and completely forgot about my homework.

"Journey to the West" and "Initial D" are shows that even a dog would watch, not to mention "SpongeBob SquarePants".

Xiao Yunqing laughed even more heartily as she watched his ever-changing expressions.

"Is it not written correctly?"

Song Huan opened her mouth, "Um... it's not finished!"

Xiao Yunqing rolled her eyes at him, then took out her own notebook from her schoolbag and placed it on his desk.

"Here, you can copy this. Hurry up, morning reading starts in ten minutes."

Song Huan stared at the notebook in disbelief. "You want me to copy this? Are you having such a good day?"

Xiao Yunqing was furious. She grabbed his ear and said, "Otherwise what? You want to get scolded by the teacher?"

Song Huan chuckled quickly.

Xiao Yunqing rolled her eyes and urged, "Hurry up, what are you daydreaming about?"

Song Huan snapped out of her daze, opened her notebook, and started copying.

Xiao Yunqing was watching him from the side when she suddenly whispered something.

"If you don't write it next time, I won't lend it to you anymore."

Song Huan didn't look up, but the corners of her mouth curled up slightly.

"understood."

Sunlight streamed in through the window, falling on the two small figures.

The bell for morning reading came from outside the window.

One day in fourth grade began like this.