105: Chapter 105 The Watermelon God of War Suffers a Cruel Family Trial

Su Qing pushed open the door, her schoolbag soaked through, and she looked completely wilted.

Su Yun was sitting on the sofa peeling an orange; hearing the commotion, he looked up and glanced at her.

"You're back? I heard you opened a new track in the Mathematics Domain today, planting watermelons on your test paper?"

Su Qing bristled on the spot, turning to accuse Lin Wanqing: "Mom! How could you tell him everything!"

Lin Wanqing flipped through the fashion magazine in her hands without even raising her head.

"He asked why you were kept after school; I couldn't exactly say you went off to save the world, could I?"

"Su Yun, I'll fight you to the death today!"

Su Qing threw her schoolbag onto the floor and lunged at Su Yun.

Su Yun sat still, picking up a throw pillow to block her.

"Don't bite. If you ruin it, no one will write an apology letter for your family tomorrow."

Su Qing's movements stopped.

She was grinding her teeth so hard they were almost breaking.

But she quickly remembered the big news at school today, so she straightened her back, put her hands on her hips, and lifted her chin.

"Hmph, don't get cocky!"

Su Qing cleared her throat, her Aura fully charged.

"The times have changed! Foreign languages have been cancelled, you know? Daxia education is finally fair!"

The living room was quiet for two seconds.

Su Yun swallowed the orange and looked at her seriously.

"Su Qing, what on earth gave you the courage to think that cancelling a 15-point English subject would save your 20-point Mathematics?"

The Aura on Su Qing's face faltered.

Su Yun continued to twist the knife: "Foreign language is gone; for me, my only weak point is gone. I have full marks in science, stable Mathematics, and I'll take off to the top of the grade."

"And for you?"

He paused.

"Going from failing six subjects to failing five."

"That's not called breaking a Seal."

"That's called commuting a death sentence to life imprisonment."

Lin Wanqing turned a page of her magazine and casually added another blow.

"Besides, if foreign language isn't graded, the difficulty of other subjects will likely increase. You drew a function graph as a watermelon today; next time, you might have to calculate the volume and sweetness of the watermelon."

Su Qing froze in place.

In her mind, she already saw the scene at home in the future.

On the living room wall was posted the "Su Family Status Management Regulations."

Article One: Whoever has lower scores must pour water, hand over snacks, and turn off the TV for whoever has higher scores.

Su Yun sat in the main seat of the sofa, while she could only serve tea and pour water; if she resisted even a little, she would be suppressed by his full-mark science test papers.

"Su Yun, you are simply a demon..."

Su Qing bit the throw pillow in grief and indignation.

Su Yun glanced at her with disgust.

"Wipe your drool."

He put the orange peel into the trash can.

"Stop dreaming; even if you kowtowed and greeted me every day, it wouldn't change the fact that you're a poor student."

"Ahhh, I'm going to drag you down with me!"

Su Qing completely broke down and was just about to lunge at him.

"Bang!"

The front door was kicked open.

Su Jianguo stumbled into the house, locked the door behind him, and engaged all three locks.

His suit sleeve was torn, his tie was crooked, his forehead was covered in sweat, and he leaned against the door panel, panting for a long time.

Too terrifying.

That foreign woman was too terrifying.

He, a dignified seven-foot man, had been chased all over Linhai by Queen of Great Britain Queen Elizabeth and her people, who insisted on forcing him to confess what Bai Cang liked and even wanted him to change how he addressed her to 'sister-in-law'.

Fortunately, he ran fast.

Otherwise, his innocence wouldn't be safe today.

The commotion in the living room stopped.

Lin Wanqing put down the magazine and looked at Su Jianguo in the entryway.

"Father of my child, what have you been doing?"

Su Jianguo opened his mouth, wanting to make up a lie.

Working overtime to fix pipes, being chased by a dog, falling on the road.

Before he could say it, Su Qing had already darted to his side, leaned in close to his torn suit collar, and sniffed hard.

The next second, Su Qing stepped back half a pace, pointed at Su Jianguo and shouted: "You have her perfume on you!"

Su Jianguo: "???"

The living room went silent at once.

Su Yun slowly looked up, looked at Su Qing, and then at Su Jianguo.

"Could it be Mom's?"

Lin Wanqing's hand flipping the magazine stopped.

Su Qing was also stunned for a moment, then glared at Su Yun.

"Do you think you're being funny?"

Su Yun sighed and cast a look of sympathy at Su Jianguo.

"Dad, you really have raised a thoughtful little angel."

Su Qing: "..."

Su Jianguo: "..."

Su Jianguo's legs went weak.

He looked at Su Qing and almost knelt right there on the floor mat.

His head was filled with the scent of that royal rose perfume on Queen Elizabeth.

It's over.

This is harder to survive than fighting a Semi-King level Strange Tales.

"Clap."

Lin Wanqing closed the magazine.

Su Jianguo felt a chill down his back.

Lin Wanqing stood up, her tone excessively gentle.

"Foreign perfume?"

Su Jianguo swallowed hard.

"Today the company... hosted a foreign client. You know, foreigners like to wear perfume."

Lin Wanqing nodded.

"Oh."

Su Jianguo just breathed a sigh of relief.

Lin Wanqing continued: "Male client, or female client?"

Su Jianguo's scalp went numb.

Su Yun sat on the sofa and kindly reminded him: "Dad, think carefully before answering. This question is life-threatening."

Su Qing covered her mouth, unable to suppress her voice: "Oh my god, it wouldn't really be a woman, would it?"

Su Jianguo was almost angered to the point of internal injury by her.

Rebellious daughter.

Shut up!

He forced a smile, his voice weak.

"Fe... female client."

Lin Wanqing smiled.

"How old?"

Su Jianguo's mind flashed with Queen Elizabeth's face, and he bit the bullet and squeezed out two words.

"Middle-aged."

Su Yun clicked his tongue from the side.

"Dad, your choice of words has great diplomatic skill."

Lin Wanqing walked to the entryway and looked down at Su Jianguo's torn sleeve.

"Discussing business, to the point where your clothes are torn?"

Su Jianguo looked down and his mentality collapsed on the spot.

He was on the verge of tears.

"She... she was quite enthusiastic..."

Lin Wanqing looked at Su Jianguo's torn suit and then at the faint scent of perfume on his collar; her face, however, showed no anger.

This was even more terrifying.

Su Jianguo's forehead broke out in even more sweat.

He would rather go to the East Sea and fight a Semi-King level Strange Tales right now than stand in the entryway and accept a family trial.

Lin Wanqing put the magazine on the coffee table and stood up.

"Come."

Su Jianguo's back was pressed against the door panel.

"Where to?"

Lin Wanqing spoke gently.

"Come back to the room with me and explain clearly."

Su Jianguo's throat moved.

"Mother of my child, this really isn't what you think; I can explain right here..."

Su Qing immediately raised her hand.

"Is there anything that can't be said here?"

Lin Wanqing turned to look at Su Qing.

"You really want to hear it?"

Su Qing nodded like a garlic-pounding pestle.

"I feel that as a family member, I have the right to know."

Lin Wanqing looked at Su Qing's ridiculously bright eyes and smiled slightly.

"Very good, very spirited."

Su Qing was stunned.

The next second, Lin Wanqing's tone suddenly turned cold.

"If you put your curiosity into your studies, you would have already surpassed your brother!"

Su Qing: "..."

Critical hit.

Lin Wanqing couldn't be bothered to pay attention to her anymore; she reached out, grabbed Su Jianguo's tie, and dragged him directly toward the bedroom.

Su Jianguo's expression was as painful as if he were being dragged to the execution ground.

"Mother of my child, gently, the tie is choking my neck..."

"Shut up."

The bedroom door slammed shut with a bang.

The living room fell into a brief silence.

Su Qing was still standing there, full of unwillingness, her ears almost pricked up.

Su Yun leaned on the sofa, slowly finished the last slice of orange, and glanced at her.

"Little brat."

Su Qing turned around sharply: "Who are you talking about?"

Su Yun's tone was pitiful: "Talking about you."

"You don't understand anything, yet you insist on joining the fun."

Su Qing jumped with anger: "Where don't I understand? What don't I understand? I am a family member, I have the right to know!"

Su Yun nodded: "Yes, yes, yes, the heir to the watermelon function also has the right to know."

Su Qing: "Su Yun!!"

Su Yun threw the orange peel into the trash can, then suddenly lowered his voice, as if passing on a peerless Secret Manual.

"If you really want to know, it's not impossible."

Su Qing looked at him vigilantly: "What way?"

Su Yun pointed to the bedroom door.

"You can go to the door and listen carefully."

Su Qing's eyes obviously brightened.

She looked at the bedroom door.

Then she looked at Su Yun.

"Really?"

Su Yun looked righteous: "Of course, knowledge is power."

A look of temptation appeared on Su Qing's face, and her toes had already unconsciously moved half an inch toward the bedroom.

Just at this moment—

From inside the bedroom came the chilly voice of Lin Wanqing.

"Su Yun."

Su Yun paused.

"If you incite your sister to peek through the door crack and eavesdrop again, I'll hang you both on the balcony to catch the wind."

Immediately after, Lin Wanqing's voice became deeper.

"Su Qing."

Su Qing stood straight instantly.

"If you dare to step one foot closer to the door, I'll go buy you several sets of study materials tomorrow."

Su Qing: "!!!"

She turned her head sharply to look at Su Yun.

Su Yun had already stood up as if nothing had happened.

Su Qing finally reacted, and she broke down on the spot.

"Su Yun! You set me up!"

Su Yun walked to his room door, turned back, and gave her a brilliant smile.

"Watermelon War God, goodbye."

After saying this, he slammed his bedroom door shut.

Only Su Qing's furious roar of grief and indignation remained in the living room.

"Su Yun!!!"