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Chapter 20 Godfather above, please accept your child's 1

Lu Chi rolled his eyes, walked out the back door, and bumped into the furtive-looking Old Yang.

"Hey, Mr. Yang, what do you do for a living?"

"Shhhhhh!"

Unfortunately, the classroom had already fallen silent.

Old Yang, the lion who couldn't patrol his territory, was extremely disappointed and said sullenly, "Class just started, what's going on?"

Lu Chi pointed to the south side of the corridor: "Exam papers, buzzing, thermos cup, Lao Yang, are you going?"

Old Yang strolled away slowly, hands behind his back, like a solid wooden, wind-up squirrel music box, shuffling along while emitting his own slow, deliberate voice: "What kind of behavior is this!"

Lu Chi entered the English group's office, took out equipment from the first drawer, a small cake from the second drawer, and two Pilot pens from the third drawer.

Lu Chi has the authority to speak about this brand of small cakes. The whole package is a single bundle, with the packaging seemingly broken but actually connected, making it perfect for eating and carrying around.

Satisfied, he passed by the front door of the classroom, and under Lu Ying's astonished gaze, he slowly walked around to the back door and came in. He put the small cake and pen in his seat, and then leisurely walked towards the podium.

"Black..." Yingbao spoke, but obviously there was no blackboard to erase in the first class: "Put on your little bee hat, you come and explain the reading comprehension!"

Lu Chi uttered a jade voice: "Abandon!"

"hurry up!"

Ignoring everything else, Yingbao rushed to the back of the classroom, hesitated for a moment, then tore two cakes off the stack of small cakes, puffing out their cheeks with a hint of smugness as they stuffed them into their pockets—

╭ (╯ ^ ╰) ╮

Even if a dog snatches food from my mouth, my Ying Bao will never be inferior to anyone in her life!

The classroom suddenly became like a bustling market during the Lunar New Year, with people shoulder to shoulder and making a great commotion.

After Lu Chi finished explaining the reading comprehension, there were indeed only two pens left on the table: "Have some decency, you lot! Do you think it's so easy for your father to run errands?"

No one paid him any attention, and even his pen was stolen right in front of him. Ran Qingfeng wrote with flowing strokes, her fingers flying across the paper: "This school really knows how to pick its start date! The sixth day of the Lunar New Year. Does that mean we have to wait until the 17th to have a holiday?"

Lu Chi pulled out a chair and sat down: "Look at it from another angle, if you think about it, after the holiday on the 17th, you still have another day off for the Lantern Festival~"

Ran Qingfeng looked up: "Any plans? Spending the night at an internet cafe? Or going to see the flowers?"

"Let's discuss it further. I'll think about it. I'm considering slaughtering the pig on the fifteenth."

"Slaughtering a pig?"

"Really??"

Ran Qingfeng's voice suddenly rose, she glanced at Ying Bao, and humbly flattered her, clasping her hands together and bowing repeatedly. Liu Lan, Zhou Zijin, and Zhu Gaizhi in front of her perked up their ears.

Lu Chi said, "Ah, I've squeezed a lot of money out of you all these past three years. I've almost refined all the dowry fragments into an eight-star dowry. Time is getting tighter and tighter, so let's take advantage of the New Year's festivities to reward our officials!"

Zhu Gaizhi scoffed, "If you had listened to me back then and gone to study in Italy with my smug best friend, would you have had to worry about bringing food and endure this hardship? You would have avoided decades of detours! Damn! You'd be financially independent now just by cooking for those international students!"

Liu Lan said, "Really? A pig must cost a lot, right? It's almost the end of the year! Expensive!"

"We raised them ourselves, and now that they're old enough to stop gaining weight, why bother slaughtering them?" Lu Chi asked with a smile, "We're all family here, so do you prefer to cook with cabbage and radish or pickled cabbage? Don't say your father didn't cater to your tastes."

"What about the maids..." Zhou Zijin muttered under his breath, still thinking about his maid brothel, but his body was already licking his lips honestly: "I mean, can we all come? Xiao Zhi and I have never seen a live pig being slaughtered before. Five yuan, can I have a leg massage too?"

Lu Chi scoffed, baring his teeth in disdain: "If you can hold me down, I'll give you five bucks!"

"You son of a bitch..." Zhou Zijin cursed, "Tobacco, alcohol, drinks and stuff... never mind, you definitely don't need that stuff... There are hundreds of people coming to pay New Year's visits, how about I go to my dad's and get some river and seafood or something, he can't handle it all every year anyway, and we'll also get a truckload of fireworks as gifts, and set them off tonight, that's settled!"

Liu Lan pondered for a moment, then tossed her hair and said, "Then Crazy, Sister Man, and I will have to sacrifice our good looks and put on a show for you, maybe a girl group dance to help you out. Is the Salt River Stripper King kidding me?"

Lu Chi looked him up and down: "The most valuable thing about a person is to know their own limitations. With your background, there's still a chance you could dress up as a proper little girl."

"Damn it!" Liu Lan glanced at Ran Qingfeng: "Go get another swimsuit this weekend. That Tangzi sister of his has been eyeing him for half his life. Yuanfang, what do you think?"

Ran Qingfeng looked completely bewildered, arms crossed: "Are you crazy? Get lost!"

Zhou Zijin snapped a photo and pointed at Liu Lan in it: "Please, wipe your drool, your lewdness is written all over your face!"

"Get lost! What's it to you? Yingbao, I'm reporting Zhou Zijin for playing on her phone right in front of you!"

"You@#￥%..."

When things finally calmed down, Shan Heman cautiously approached Liu Lan, tilted her head, and mustered her courage to whisper, "Is everyone going?"

Liu Lan was taken aback for a moment: "You want to go home?"

"No...no..." Shan Heman said slowly, "Wouldn't that be too much of a bother to your parents...?"

Liu Lan paused for a moment, then shook her head: "No, it was him."

A hint of intimacy suddenly flickered in Dan Heman's eyes, but she immediately realized she shouldn't have thought that way. She lowered her head in shame, her voice even softer: "Myself?"

Liu Lan glanced at Lu Chi, who was passionately exchanging barbs with Ran Qingfeng, and said, "They're all gone. It happened a long time ago. Lu Chi's house is empty now, only he's there."

Liu Lan paused for a moment, thinking about Lu Chi's usual nonchalant and arrogant demeanor...

emmmmm...

Liu Lan's tone made Shan Heman realize that Lu Chi's family situation was even worse than hers; at least her parents had only divorced and left, while Lu Chi's parents were truly gone: "Ah! I, I didn't know, I'm so sorry!"

"Don't overthink it, he can afford to live."

"oh..."

"get out of class dismissed!"

Dan Heman's eyes darted around, unable to resist turning back to glance at Lu Chi, only to find a large, dark crowd shoving and jostling, tables and chairs creaking and rattling, causing the girls to cry out in pain. Soon after, the boys grabbed Lu Chi by the arms and legs, carrying him out face down. Ran Qingfeng was even riding on Lu Chi's back, rowing like a dragon boat, shouting the loudest, "Aruba! Aruba! Aruba!"

"Godfather, please accept our blessings!"

"Year of the Pig! Year of the Pig! Year of the Pig!"

"Wuhu~"

Dan Heman only realized in a daze that get out of class had already ended, and then Yingbao walked up to her: "You're Dan Heman, right? Come here for a moment, I have something to tell you."

"Okay...okay, teacher..."

"Well, if the teacher asks in the next class, Liu Lan, please tell her. She might be a little late."

Liu Lan patted her chest and gave an OK sign: "It's all wrapped up!"

Yingbao glanced at her, took a few steps outside, then came back: "It's okay, but I don't recommend taking pictures."

After saying that, she followed closely behind, walking out with her hands behind her back in small, hurried steps. Liu Lan took a while to react, looking down at her flat school uniform: "Ying! Bao!"

Do you kill someone and then destroy their spirit?

terrible!

What's wrong with this class?

When will I, Liu Huangshu, be able to stand up and restore the Han Dynasty from darkness to light and from danger to safety?

The next class was a physics miracle taught by our homeroom teacher, Lao Yang. The Buddha's light shone brightly as he debated the classics with the absurd scholars. As usual, one group after another fell asleep. There weren't enough chalk and crayon stubs on the podium for Lao Yang to use, which gave him a great deal of arm strength.

Then, during evening self-study, it was also Old Yang's turn. His mind was clear and focused, and the sound of his pens flying across the paper echoed throughout the classroom. The contrast between the two was so stark that Old Yang paced back and forth on the podium, sighing deeply.

What kind of behavior is this? What kind of behavior is this?!

How can this be good?

My lecture was fine; it was passionate and energetic, and my handwriting on the blackboard was powerful and elegant. Could it be that my deep, resonant baritone voice just happened to be stuck on some kind of hypnotic frequency?

You guys are the worst class I've ever taught!