Fang Youzhen waved her hand.
"Zhi’er, I don’t like flying kites, you pick the one you like."
Bai Zhi’er blinked her round, jet-black eyes, and said somewhat regretfully, "Sister Youzhen can’t play with me?"
Fang Youzhen originally planned to use this time to catch up on sleep.
But when she saw the pitiful look in the little one’s eyes,
she suddenly felt that if she said no again, it seemed a bit heartless.
Fang Youzhen hesitated for a moment.
She reached out: "I’ll take this red one."
Bai Zhi’er’s round, cute little face immediately bloomed with a sweet smile.
"I’ll go ask Brother Wuxi!"
Fang Youzhen grabbed her small hand: "No need to ask, he’s my brother, we can both use the same color."
Bai Zhi’er nodded happily: "Alright, then this black and blue little swallow is mine!" For more chapters visit novel-fire.ɴet
Fang Youzhen held her hand and with the other, patted Fang Wushen, signaling him to join.
Meanwhile, the teacher standing not far away was slightly dazed.
Though she was the Princess, she was not arrogant.
Despite being young, she was quite well-behaved.
A child truly reflects an impeccable upbringing.
The teacher withdrew his thoughts and led the students outside.
"To fly the kites, let’s go to the Martial Arts Training Ground behind the academy."
Everyone followed the teacher enthusiastically.
Bai Yanyan, however, didn’t know anyone and had no one to accompany her.
She wanted to actively greet people, but unfortunately, everyone knew she had falsely claimed to be the Princess and was scolded by the Emperor.
No one dared to approach her, and she was left avoided by all.
Bai Yanyan felt resentful but had to endure it.
only to see Bai Zhi’er, whose hands were being held by the Fang Brothers.
The little one had a sweet and adorable smile, with big sparkling eyes that seemed to hold a sky full of stars.
Bai Yanyan secretly gritted her teeth, feeling very displeased.
As a publicly accessible venue, the Martial Arts Training Ground was surprisingly not crowded today.
As the students entered, they stood in groups of threes or fours, preparing to fly their kites.
The teacher noticed Bai Yanyan standing alone nearby and walked over to gently suggest, "Would you like to fly with others? It’s easier with two; one can pull the string and the other can let it fly."
Bai Yanyan, thinking of everyone’s indifference towards her, said unhappily, "I’m very good at flying kites, I can play well on my own!"
Hearing her slightly resentful tone, the teacher paused slightly and did not persuade further.
Meanwhile, on Bai Zhi’er’s side, the little one didn’t fly her kite immediately.
She carried her swallow kite under her left arm,
and stopped in front of a beggar.
The beggar was sleeping in the shade of a big tree at the Martial Arts Training Ground.
The little one seemed very curious, watching him for a long time without speaking.
Fang Wushen ran over from the side: "Zhi’er, what are you looking at? Come on, let’s go fly the kite."
"Brother Wuxi," Bai Zhi’er looked up with her round eyes and said in a soft voice, "This uncle’s clothes are small; his belly button is showing."
"Sister Qingmei said that sleeping with your belly button exposed can cause a tummy ache. Would he get cold ?" she asked curiously.
The beggar lying there seemed to have a drop of cold sweat slide down his forehead.
Suddenly, he sat up and pulled down his clothes.
"You’re making noise here, interrupting my rest!" the beggar said in a disgruntled tone.
Fang Wushen shielded Bai Zhi’er and reprimanded immediately: "Where did this beggar come from, being so unreasonable? You’re sleeping here, I was just about to say you’re ruining our fun!"