Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio
Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio
Furthermore, the school had made it an Open Day event and invited the parents of the students to attend the Christmas Party as well.
However, Cheng Zhiyan’s father was working in another region far away, while Cheng Zhiyan’s mother had had to travel to another region as well. Therefore, Xiaotu was the only one who showed up as Cheng Zhiyan’s family member.
Xiaotu tugged at Cheng Zhiyan’s sleeve as she wandered around the huge school campus. She was looking at everything, fascinated.
“Brother Orange Juice, so this is your school campus?”
“Yep.”
“Then does this mean I will also attend this elementary school in the future?”
“You’ll be able to come here after you grow up.” Cheng Zhiyan held onto Xiaotu’s hand as they passed through the crowded campus and headed toward the school auditorium.
“Will we be in the same school at that time?”
“Uh…I think that by the time you reach the first grade of elementary school, I’ll be in the second year of middle school already.” Cheng Zhiyan glanced down at Xiaotu, who had a dreamy expression on her face.
After thinking it over, he said, “Xiaotu, I’m seven years older than you are. For this reason, it is highly unlikely that we’ll ever attend the same school at the same time, unless I get held back many grade levels or you skip many grade levels.”
“What does it mean to be held back? What does it mean to skip grade levels?” Xiaotu blinked her huge eyes at him as she asked confusedly.
“Being held back is…”
Just as Cheng Zhiyan was about to give Xiaotu an explanation, someone suddenly walked up to him from behind and patted him on the shoulder. “So this is where you are, Cheng Zhiyan. Hurry up and go prepare to gather with everyone else backstage. Our class is scheduled to perform on stage as the second act, so don’t go wandering around.”
Cheng Zhiyan turned around. It was his homeroom teacher, Teacher Zhao.
“Teacher Zhao.” Cheng Zhiyan greeted him, and then explained to him, “But I have to take her to her seat.”
“This is…?” Teacher Zhao’s eyes looked back and forth between Cheng Zhiyan and Xiaotu, as he asked tentatively, “Your younger sister?”
“Uh…sort of…”
“No! I’m his girlfriend.” Xiaotu wrapped her hands more tightly around Cheng Zhiyan’s arm as she said this with an earnest expression.
“Girlfriend?” Teacher Zhao raised his eyebrows slightly as he looked at Xiaotu, who was barely up to his waist, and he asked her laughingly, “Young child, how old are you? Do you know what girlfriends are for?”
“I know. It’s…” Just as Xiaotu was about to continue speaking, Cheng Zhiyan quickly placed Xiaotu’s hand in Teacher Zhao’s hand and said, “Teacher Zhao, may I bother you with taking her to the auditorium while I go gather with the others backstage.”
“Huh…Cheng Zhiyan! Cheng Zhiyan?” Teacher Zhao watched Cheng Zhiyan turn around and disappear after he’d finished talking to him. He shook his head helplessly, then glanced down at Xiaotu, who was still holding his hand. Her rosy cheeks were chubby and her hair was tied up in two upturned pigtails. She appeared about the same age as his own daughter.
“Let’s go, little girlfriend,” Teacher Zhao said to Xiaotu teasingly. “I’ll take you to your seat.”
“No, I want to go find Brother Orange Juice…” Xiaotu struggled vigorously as she tried to free herself from Teacher Zhao’s grasp.
“Your older brother has gone backstage to prepare for his performance. I’ll take you to the auditorium, where you can see him perform.” Teacher Zhao dragged Xiaotu all the way to the auditorium, as she wiggled like a worm the entire way.