Chapter 804 - 386: Family Turmoil (Part 2)

Just like Huaifeng said, many of Huaixi’s principles are ineffective in front of Qianhe, just like skipping class.

Initially, Huaixi indeed disagreed, but Qianhe kept on saying she didn’t feel well, saying she had learned everything the teacher was teaching, and attending class was a waste of time, and then said that the wind from the tower was too much and her brain hurt... After a lot of back and forth...

Huaixi helplessly raised his hand and messed up her hair, saying, "Since you’re not feeling well, you don’t have to go to class. After all, it’s just the boring and dry Cosmic History class. Reading the book twice at home is the same. Is your head better now?"

Qianhe is a bit older than Huaixi, but because of her early experiences and his mature mentality, he always treated Qianhe like a sister in need of protection and indulgence. She grew up with the brothers, and in his heart, she’s as close as family by blood.

If Huaixi’s petting action was directed at others, they would naturally be displeased, but with the familiar Qianhe, it’s different. Qian Chen is often not at home, and though Huaixi is also busy, they still have time to see each other and interact. Since they are the same age, they naturally get along well, and occasional affectionate gestures are normal with their good relationship.

However, what Qianhe doesn’t understand is that she also grew up with Huaifeng, yet that boy has been looking down on her intelligence for years, calling her "idiot, idiot" all day long. She has a good relationship with Huaixi, but with Huaifeng, it’s like fire and water.

This makes Qianhe wonder why the two brothers, clearly twins, have such different personalities?

"It doesn’t hurt anymore, nowhere hurts," Qianhe made a gesture representing strength, making Huaixi even more helpless, "but you can’t tell uncle about this, otherwise he’ll lecture me for a long time. The frontlines are so busy, yet last time he managed to squeeze in three whole hours to video call me, lecturing the entire time. Just thinking about it makes my head hurt."

Huaixi’s expression was helpless, a slight arc seemed to form at the corner of his mouth. "If it weren’t for you skipping classes for several months last year, hanging around with Jiang Xin and Hua Yi, Uncle Qian Chen wouldn’t be so worried about you... He always says, when you don’t speak, you have the flavor of an aristocratic young lady, but once you open your mouth, that aura is completely destroyed..."

Qianhe carefully looked at his complexion and found that he had already moved on from the provocations in class earlier, and she couldn’t help but breathe a sigh of relief.

Although Huaixi spoke harshly, he would never truly harm those students. Because he holds himself to the standards of a Central Alliance Warrior, he wouldn’t direct the knife of slaughter at students still in school and couldn’t vent his frustrations, so he would just be silently sullen by himself.

Qianhe knew Huaixi’s temperament and habits well, and after sensing that he was in a bad mood, she followed her instincts to find him. Sure enough, she caught him at the highest place, and the two sat chatting idly, which was better than leaving him there daydreaming alone.

"How am I this bad?" Qianhe was displeased with this comment. Is there any elder who exposes others’ shortcomings like Uncle does?

"Hmm, I know Xiao He has always been excellent; Uncle Qian Chen spoke too much," Huaixi narrated these words seriously, with an expression and eyes so sincere that there wasn’t a hint of perfunctory, causing the girl’s cheeks to redden beside him.

"Why... are you saying such things so seriously..." Qianhe muttered softly, and Huaixi, with excellent hearing, was puzzled.

He had only spoken the truth from his heart, so why did Qianhe seem not to agree? Could it be that she doesn’t like hearing words of praise? Huaixi was confused for a moment, but he didn’t express this doubt outwardly. Instead, he kept it to himself.

Qianhe propped her chin, looking idly towards the azure sky, then turned to glance at Huaixi who was still sitting with his legs crossed, posture straight, and felt a faint frustration that even she found surprising, seeming to blame the boy in front of her while also berating herself for being unreasonable.

This emotion was strange, yet inexplicably annoying. Although Huaixi was only twelve years old, anyone looking at his appearance would think he’s fifteen or sixteen. His young face already had the beginnings of a reliable man’s profile, and though his shoulders were young, they were unexpectedly dependable.

Among the girls she knew, four or five liked him, always chirping and speculating about him, and Qianhe could always listen calmly, occasionally providing some accurate details, and enjoyed seeing the little instructor being confessed to by senior sisters.