People in the alley: A woman dressed as a man shouldn't be foolishly filial, Zhuang Chaoying

Chapter 182 The good days are over, school starts.

I opened the door, changed my shoes, and sat down on the sofa.

"Wanshu is back!"

Zhang Wanshu snapped back to reality and responded somewhat flusteredly, "Dad!"

Mr. Zhang put down his newspaper, adjusted his glasses, and looked at the hair clip in his daughter's hand and her shy expression. He immediately understood seven or eight parts of the situation.

This girl is usually so carefree, but today she's acting like a completely different person. Something's definitely up.

"Wanshu, what's wrong? Why are you so happy?"

Zhang Wanshu tried to change the subject, quickly stuffing the hair clip into her pocket as she spoke. "Nothing, where's my little sister?"

Mr. Zhang joked with a smile, "Don't hide it, your dad saw everything."

As a university teacher, he naturally knew the school's attitude towards students dating.

But he also had his own ideas. Children who can get into university are all excellent. If they are from the same hometown and like each other, it's not something that can't be considered.

After all, if you wait until you're close to graduation to find a partner, all the good ones might already be taken.

As long as Wanshu can maintain a proper balance and not let it affect her studies, he doesn't intend to interfere too much.

Just then, her younger sister, Zhang Wanqing, came out of the room and skipped over to sit next to her older sister. "Sister, why is your face so red? Did the wind outside make it so?"

Zhang Wanshu's face turned even redder. She stood up in a panic, said "I'm going back to my room," and hurriedly fled the living room, leaving behind a bewildered Zhang Wanqing and her father, who couldn't help but laugh.

Zhang Wanqing turned her head and looked at her father with a puzzled expression. "Dad, what's wrong with my sister?"

Mr. Zhang shrugged and smiled, "I don't know! Why don't you go ask him for me?"

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Meanwhile, Xiaoting, Pengfei, and Lin Dongzhe, three friends, got home before Zhuang Tunan.

"Dad, we're back!"

Zhuang Chaoying peeked out from the kitchen, looked at the doorway, but didn't see Zhuang Tunan.

This kid seems to have finally figured it out.

Zhuang Chaoying walked out of the kitchen while wiping her hands. "Alright, you've had a crazy day, let's get back to normal. Take out your textbooks, I'll teach you the first-year high school curriculum."

"Huh?" Pengfei's face immediately fell upon hearing this, and he put his hands on the table. "Uncle, can't we take a day off? Just one day?"

Zhuang Chaoying looked at the three of them: "Is that what you all think?"

The three of them exchanged a glance, then nodded together.

"Let's make a set of toilet paper then, and dinner will be ready by the time we're done."

The three children immediately deflated like punctured balloons, and could only helplessly pick up their pens and begin working on the test papers.

As Lin Dongzhe wrote, he whispered in Pengfei's ear, "If we had known, we would have come back later."

"Shh!" Pengfei quickly put a finger to his lips, gesturing for silence. "Don't let your uncle hear, or he'll give you special treatment later."

Lin Dongzhe quickly shut his mouth, lowered his head, and focused on doing the problem.

After a while, Zhuang Tunan hummed a little tune as he walked into the house, in an extremely good mood.

When Zhuang Chaoying saw her son return, she handed over the task of "supervising" him. "Tu Nan, you're back just in time. I'm going to cook. You watch them do their homework."

Zhuang Tunan readily agreed, walked to the table, and looked at his three younger siblings who were engrossed in writing.

"Okay, Dad, go ahead, I'll definitely keep a close eye on them!"

Zhuang Tunan crossed his arms and stood behind the three of them.

He bent down slightly, stretched out his slender fingers, and gently tapped Lin Dongzhe's toilet paper.

"Lin Dongzhe, think about this fill-in-the-blank question again. Is this answer correct?"

Lin Dongzhe stared at the question, answering somewhat uncertainly, "It seems... no, it should be the fourth quadrant, right?"

Zhuang Tunan gently patted Lin Dongzhe on the shoulder: "Then hurry up and change it!"

Lin Wufeng rushed back as fast as he could, and finally returned today, the last day of the leave Song Ying had given him.

After dinner, Lin Wufeng and Song Ying sat leisurely on the bed, soaking their feet.

From Dong Zhe's room came Zhuang Tu Nan's voice lecturing them.

Song Ying listened intently, then turned to Lin Wufeng and said softly, "Wufeng, it's so good that Tu Nan is back. We're all much more relaxed now."

Lin Wufeng reached out and gently put his arm around Song Ying's shoulder, pulling her closer to him. His eyes were full of agreement: "Yes, you see, no matter how much we scold them, they won't listen. But when Tu Nan speaks, they listen obediently."

Song Ying couldn't help but cover her mouth and laugh: "Yes, yes, that's right, it's only when Tu Nan tells them that it works."

Inside the room, Zhuang Tunan continued to supervise.

His gaze swept back and forth between Pengfei and Dongzhe, filled with disappointment and frustration.

"Xiaoting finished a long time ago. You two are just dawdling here. How come you can't remember Newton's laws of interaction?"

Pengfei's eyes darted around, a smile spreading across his face. He turned his head and said, "Brother, I need to go to the bathroom!"

Dongcheol also chimed in, "Brother, I want some water!"

Zhuang Tunan rolled his eyes helplessly, crossed his arms, and put on a stern face: "Bear with it, hurry up and write! Go to sleep when you're done!"

After saying that, he couldn't help but yawn.

In the living room, Song Ying seemed to suddenly remember something, her eyes sparkling: "I know Newton, the one who got hit on the head by an apple."

Lin Wufeng looked at his wife with a smile, and he liked her silly side.

With a doting look in his eyes, he chuckled and teased, "Yes, Newton got hit on the head by an apple. I didn't realize you knew so much!"

Upon hearing this, Song Ying became even more smug, raising her chin: "Of course, I've read quite a few books too, don't underestimate me!"

After saying that, she tilted her head and gently leaned on Lin Wufeng's shoulder: "Wufeng, it's so nice to have a good older brother who can help look after Dongzhe!"

Lin Wufeng sighed softly, "What a pity, this good student is about to go back to school! He doesn't have many good days left, so cherish them."

Song Ying nodded slightly: "Mm!"

After a while, Song Ying bent down, picked up a foot towel, and wiped her feet as if she had suddenly remembered something important.

"By the way, Wu Feng, I told you that we had something to do at home and that I asked for personal leave. Please don't let it slip."

"understood!"

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Zhuang Chaoying rode her bicycle, her briefcase and lunchbox neatly placed in the basket.

Xiaoting followed behind on her new bicycle.

They bought him another bicycle. He's been transferred to a school far away now, and walking isn't an option anymore, so they bought him another one. Xiaoting rides the new one, and he rides the old one.

Before long, they arrived at the entrance of No. 1 Middle School.

Xiaoting jumped off the car nimbly. "Dad, Lin Dongzhe and I went back to class."

Lin Dongzhe thought for a moment and decided it was better to use his title at school. "Goodbye, Teacher Zhuang!"