132: Extracurricular reading assignments? Doesn't this mean that a Tribulation-crossing master swept through the Novice Village?

Chen Junjie looked aggrieved for a moment, then slumped powerlessly onto the table, "Oh, it's too difficult. How should I describe this math problem?"

Chen Fang walked over and saw that the problem statement on the test paper was marked with lines and circles, but the answer area only had one character: 'Solve'.

"I get it. This math problem has exceeded your comprehension range for Chinese, right?"

Chen Junjie nodded vigorously, "Godfather, can you help me write some? I'll go through fire and water for you from now on!"

Chen Fang decisively refused, "That's not good for you."

"Godfather, please!"

"No," Chen Fang was firm.

Because he had long forgotten everything.

Let's put it this way, using Chinese to explain his degree of forgetting mathematics would probably be—

What he learned in high school: Zhuge Liang borrowed arrows with straw boats.

What he remembered in college: Zhuge Liang's miracle reappeared.

What he recalled now: Zhuge Liang's Myanmar scam.

Chen Fang talked nonsense with great earnestness, "Although I know how to do it, you'll need to answer it yourself during the college entrance exam. Just write it honestly."

Seeing that he was resolutely unwilling to lend a hand, Chen Junjie sighed to the heavens in despair, "Ah! This place imprisons my youthful spirit, and wastes my soaring ambition!"

Chen Junjie looked at a messy stack of books nearby, paused slightly, then turned to Chen Fang, "Godfather! Can you help me write a book review and answer three reading comprehension questions? Half an hour is enough."

"What book review?"

Chen Junjie pulled out "ghost blows out the light" and looked at him with shining eyes, "It's this one. I know you've read it. If you help me write it, from now on, if anyone in our family dares to criticize you for finding a girlfriend, I'll be the first to disagree. Godfather, I'll go through fire and water!"

Chen Fang's heart stirred.

Although his parents didn't rush him, there were always a few relatives who would ask questions during the New Year. And they indeed criticized the girlfriends found by other young people.

Just a book review for a shock trooper, it seemed a bit worthwhile.

But Chen Fang didn't agree immediately, "Why do you need to read this?"

"Holiday extracurricular reading, choose one from 10 books. I promise to read it! Otherwise, if the teacher asks me about the specific content when school starts, I won't be able to answer. But I really can't write anymore, look at this huge stack, this is clearly abuse! Among my classmates, there are even parents helping with homework, this isn't excessive. Godfather, please. This book review isn't too important, the teacher just gives a score."

"Alright then," Chen Fang flipped through "ghost blows out the light" and chuckled, "Godfather guarantees you a full score!"

A book review and answers to questions for "ghost blows out the light"? How difficult could that be?

For him to write this, wasn't it like using a cannon to swat a mosquito?

Come, come, let me show you how a Tribulation Stage expert sweeps through a novice village.

"Give me a pen," Chen Fang pulled up a stool and sat down, "Give me a test paper, I want to see your handwriting."

"Thank you, Godfather!" Chen Junjie pulled out a test paper and a pen, handing them to Chen Fang, "Oh, by the way, Godfather, when are you releasing your next song?"

"Probably when you all start school."

"What song?"

"You'll know then."

"Okay! I'm looking forward to it. I'll go write now." Chen Junjie looked at the math problem and put on his mask of suffering again.

Chen Fang opened the pen cap, humming in his heart: always cant learn, be a little smarter~

...

Forty minutes later, Chen Fang slapped the book review and the paper with two answered questions onto the table, "Done."

"Thank you, Godfather, I need to rest too." Chen Junjie slowly stood up, as if his essence had been drained by the books.

As soon as the two went out, they ran into Chen Junjie's father, "Xiao Fang, have a seat. Chen Junjie, I'm going to the supermarket, I'll be back in half an hour, help me watch Xinxin."

Xinxin was his little niece, whose full name was Chen Qin.

Chen Fang followed the direction he pointed, and saw his three-year-old niece with Nezha buns, wearing a pink dress, her eyes watery as she looked over.

"10 yuan," Chen Junjie held out his hand, apparently having done this often.

"Deal," Chen Junjie's father slapped his hand, "I'll WeChat it to you later. Your uncle hasn't taken care of kids before, don't give him trouble, just help me watch her properly."

"Don't worry."

His cousin left, leaving only the three of them.

Chen Junjie took out a safety leash, put both ends on his and his sister's wrists, then carried her onto the sofa, pulled out his phone, let out a long sigh, and started browsing videos. Chen Fang guessed that he tied her up to prevent her from jumping off the sofa without him noticing.

Chen Fang also sat down, and after playing on his phone for a while, he felt his sleeve being tugged.

He looked down and saw Xinxin blinking her big eyes at him, "What's wrong?"

Xinxin said in a childish voice, "Want to watch TV."

Chen Fang pointed at the TV, "Watch it then, but you're not allowed to turn it on."

[Chen Qin negative emotion value +166.]

For a while after that, Xinxin's demands to Chen Junjie and Chen Junjie's rejections came one after another from beside them.

After a while, his sleeve was tugged again. Chen Fang looked down and saw Xinxin looking at him eagerly, pointing at the ice pop in Chen Junjie's hand, "Want to eat this."

Chen Junjie frowned, "You can't eat it."

Xinxin kicked her legs, frowned, pursed her lips, and her mouth trembled.

Chen Fang's internal alarm bells went off. Could it be that no one had paid attention to her, and she had been repeatedly rejected, so she was about to cry?

No, no, no, besides money, he didn't have much patience for other things. He couldn't stand the loud, shrill cries of children, and he'd have to expend effort to coax her.

Chen Fang quickly stopped her, "Don't cry, don't cry, I'll get it for you."

Chen Junjie quickly stopped him, "Godfather, she can't eat it. A child's stomach isn't mature, and ice pops have too much sugar. Anyway, she definitely can't eat it. You don't need to mind her, she's never even had one, she just sees me eating it and wants to learn. If she cries, she'll stop after a while, you don't need to mind her."

Xinxin sniffled, her eyes reddened slightly, and she clenched her fists.

Chen Fang asked, "Are there any that aren't frozen?"

"Yes, in that snack box," Chen Junjie pointed to the box in the corner of the living room.

Chen Fang walked over, took one out, "Where's the kitchen?"

Chen Junjie picked up his sister and led him to the kitchen.

Chen Fang tore open the packaging, looked back at Chen Qin, "Turn around, I'll give it to you in a moment."

Xinxin turned around, somewhat bewildered.

Chen Fang used scissors to cut off the tip of the ice pop and opened the rice cooker.

He remembered hearing his mother say earlier that there was still some millet porridge left from lunch, which could be given to Xinxin.

Chen Fang poured the room-temperature ice pop water into a bowl, used a funnel to fill a tube with warm millet porridge, closed the rice cooker, and squatted down in front of Xinxin, "Turn around now, here."

Xinxin's eyes lit up, "Thank you."

Then she held the ice pop tube and drank it with a look of happiness.

Chen Fang breathed a sigh of relief, his ear crisis averted.

Chen Junjie stood aside with his mouth slightly agape.

Holy cow... this move was too wild.

He looked at his sister with complex emotions.

Perhaps after she grew up, and had drunk all flavors of ice pops, she would never find that satisfying taste again.