Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations
“We’re learning electromagnetic circuits this lesson… and it’s quite an important section… Are you aware that An Xiaxia can’t even draw a circuit diagram correctly?” The physics teacher had a hard time searching for the right words.
Sheng Yize blinked. “I’ll make sure she gets it.”
“…” The physics teacher still wanted to give it a last shot. “I’ve been a teacher for many years and I think I’m more experienced than you.”
The scheming fellow remained as composed as ever. “That’s ok. I’m as good a teacher as you.”
The physics teacher was defeated and no one uttered a word in the classroom.
An Xiaxia was still soundly asleep. People would still mention this incident in an envious tone many years later, saying how they couldn’t begin to express their admiration for Sheng Yize at that moment. An Xiaxia, however, only thought to herself: Mr. Idol, do you even know what “humble” means?
That evening, Sheng Yize accompanied her home again. It seemed that after the incident with Mr. Liu, Sheng Yize had grown even more concerned about her welfare. He would make sure to stick around whenever he could and An Xiaxia even noticed a bodyguard stationed outside her house and at school…
He really put her safety above his own.
“Sheng Yize… I want crisps and coke!” she demanded as she wrapped herself around his arm. Recently, An Yibei claimed that she had gained weight. As a result, not only were her snacks confiscated, her pocket money had also been decreased until she only had enough for lunch. An Xiaxia’s standard of living now was on par with a vagrant and her life was miserable.
Sheng Yize darted her a look and smiled. “Be a good girl.”
An Xiaxia went on rubbing her head on his arm when Sheng Yize said, “You want those? Sure, never give up on your dreams.”
“…” Was that what a boyfriend was supposed to say? An Xiaxia was shocked.
Seeing that “my world has ended” look on her face, Sheng Yize said in a softer voice, “I’ll buy you anything, but not snacks. I don’t mind you gaining weight, but… haven’t you noticed that it’s been a while since you’ve grown any taller? Eating too much junk food is bad for your health!”
“I’m 160cm!” An Xiaxia said indignantly. Sheng Yize eyed her suspiciously. “Are you? I think you’re 150cm at most. Are you getting shorter these days?”
An Xiaxia asked in frustration, “Is it true that in the eyes of you people over 180cm, all those shorter than 160cm look the same?”
Sheng Yize evaded that question. They just happened to arrive at the An family home at that moment and he led her out of the car.
An Xiaxia stomped her foot and demanded that he go in and get his height measured.
There was a cartoon wall in An Xiaxia’s home with a large Miffy height scale on it. An Xiaxia would measure her height on it annually and mark it with a color marker.
She hopped over and stood by the scale. “See? 160cm!”
Sheng Yize gave her a sidelong glance. “You still have your shoes on.”
An Xiaxia hid one foot behind the other. “I’m not wearing heels and they add one or two centimeters at most… No, no, no! Half a centimeter at most!” She struggled. “That makes me 159.5cm!”
Sheng Yize pursed his lips in disdain, took off his shoes, and measured himself.
Here we go —
185cm, not one millimeter less.
An Xiaxia pressed her hand to her chest and looked hurt.
“I didn’t get shorter! You grew taller!” He had been 183cm just last year!
Sheng Yize leaned on the wall. “Without my genes, our future kids will be as short as you.”
“Go away! Why did you have to grow taller? I could use another few centimeters myself…” An Xiaxia said enviously.
Sheng Yize smiled. His phone rang at that moment and he picked it up. The smile then gradually faded.