Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation
Jiang Yu looked at Jiang Ze Yu. “What did you just call me?”
“Little Sister.”
Jiang Ze Yu said frankly, “Aren’t you my little sister?”
Jiang Yu was silent for a moment. Not bad. After just one day, he has become much friendlier.
She did not oppose it though. After meeting Jiang Cheng Lang, she felt that Jiang Ze Yu was much better looking.
Jiang Yu looked at the dumplings in Jiang Ze Yu’s hang. The fragrance wafting from the bag assailed her nose and she could see the steam coming off of it. She was craving for a taste.
“Little Sister, sit down first.”
Jiang Ze Yu waited for Jiang Yu to take her seat. He tore out a page from his homework book and laid it on her table. He then placed the plastic bag on it and even unwrapped the bamboo chopsticks for her. He only stopped short of feeding her.
He did want to feed his sister but he was afraid of pushing his luck.
Jiang Yu took a bite of the xiao long bao and said, “This is delicious.”
Jiang Ze Yu’s eyes curved into a smile. “If you like it, I will bring some for you everyday.”
Behind him. Song Bi was cradling his head in his hands.
Yesterday, he had casually mentioned to Brother Yu that the xiao long bao near his house was delicious. Brother Yu had asked him to bring some and made him promise to keep the xiao long bao hot.
He had even turned around to grab a thermos box from home. When his mother saw this, she had pestered him incessantly, asking if he was bringing breakfast for a special girl. It took a good long while to settle his mother.
Just great. He was the one who had brought the xiao long bao but all the credit went to Brother Yu.
Song Bi’s eyes were filled with frustration and bitterness. Brother Yu was the one who had a younger sister but he was the one who did all the heavy lifting?
“Little Sister, you will only be able to concentrate on studying when you are on a full stomach.”
Jiang Yu looked at him and asked, “What about yourself?”
Jiang Ze Yu beat his chest and proclaimed, “Big Brother will be your pillar of support.”
Jiang Yu: ‘... Alright.’
In the story, Jiang Ze Yu’s grades weren’t that good, Jiang Yu decided to not hold any high expectations of him.
As long as he was pleasing to the eye, it shouldn’t be too much of a bother to keep him around.
Jiang Ze Yu watched Jiang Yu finish the dumplings and helped her clean up the rubbish. He returned to his own seat with a satisfied smile.
Providing food for his little sister is turning out to be pretty enjoyable. It definitely wasn’t a waste to give her his chicken drumstick yesterday.
Jiang Ze Yu praised himself. How could he be so smart? He could draw so many ideas from just one incident.
Now, how should he shorten the gap between him and his sister?
“Brother Yu,” a boy sitting behind him prodded. “You let your sister eat so that she can study hard for the exams but that seems kind of pointless.”
Having left Jiang Yu’s side, Jiang Ze Yu reverted back to his usual lazy demeanor. He placed his feet on the table and asked, “Oh? What did you have in mind?”
“To study hard, you should take more notes. Don’t you notice the group of students sitting in front of you will be copying the notes of our class’ top student everytime the exams are coming around?”
“But our class is the last in our grade. Copying the notes of the top students in this class is useless. If your sister wants to beat Special Class 1, she should acquire the notes of the students from that class. It would definitely be more useful than just reading from a textbook!”
Jiang Ze Yu sat up straight.
He snapped his fingers. That’s right, why didn’t he think of this before?
“Your suggestion is sound. I will go now.”
Jiang Ze Yu stood up and hurried off.
Song Bi watched in a daze. “Where do you think Brother Yu went all in a huff?”
The boy was stunned. “Brother Yu won’t… Go look for the top student in the grade right?”
Special Class 1
Whispers descended over the classroom when Jiang Ze Yu appeared at the entrance.
Ni Man nudged Jiang Wan. “Wan Wan, look. Isn’t that your Fourth Brother standing at the door? What’s he doing here?”