Capítulo 7: Seeing Injustice (3)
Editor: Henyee Translations
"Mom, they are my deskmate and my savior!"
Yun Cheng's mom wiped her tears and saw a thin little girl walking over with a tall and handsome boy.
"Yun Cheng, we're leaving. Thank you for helping us to buy things."
Yue Yan didn't know her and roughly guessed her identity. She didn't want to make friends with Yun Cheng, so she nodded at his mother as a form of greeting.
Yue Yan and Zhou Boyan walked to the door. The old man stopped Zhou Boyan. "I heard that you fought a group of hooligans alone. Do you dare to fight me?"
Zhou Boyan's expression did not change. "I fought to save people. I do not use self-protection methods as a tool to show off."
The old man chuckled but did not give up. "Then I'll attack and you'll defend. How about that?"
The old man blocked the door, so Zhou Boyan could only agree.
"Five minutes. Don't overdo it. If you don't touch my vitals, you lose."
Oh, this kid's tone was quite arrogant.
The old man was angered by him. "Alright, we'll do as you say!"
He had to make this young man suffer!
Yun Cheng's mom tugged at him. "Tell me honestly, did your classmate bump into you on purpose?"
Yun Cheng said helplessly, "Mom, Yue Yan doesn't know me at all. She listens attentively in class and doesn't like to talk to me. Moreover, I was the one who wanted to follow her here."
Yun Cheng's mom caught the main point and tugged at his ear.
"You're talking to her in class? Didn't you say that you listened attentively in class?!"
At first, it was Yun Cheng's mom who cried. Now, it was Yun Cheng's turn to cry.
Meanwhile, the old man had encountered a tough opponent. This kid's defense was really strong. He was like a turtle shell and he could not find a breakthrough point at all. Moreover, this young man's reaction was very fast.
The old man was so tired that he was panting. "Young man, I admit that you're stronger than me, but even if I'm 20 years younger, you definitely won't be able to defeat me!"
Even if he lost, he had to save his dignity.
Zhou Boyan smiled and said, "Yes, yes, yes."
The old man felt that something was wrong with his words, but he couldn't identify what was wrong with them.
However, he still let them go.
"Young man, come here often. I think you're a good seedling. You should spar more with this old man."
Zhou Boyan left as fast as he could.
Yue Yan jogged after Zhou Boyan and laughed until she was out of breath. "Brother Xiaofei, come here often!"
Zhou Boyan knocked her head with a smile. "You're so cheeky. How rude."
Yue Yan stuck out her tongue at him. "I'm just imitating the old man. Why didn't you knock his head? Besides, you're only a year older than me. You make it sound like you're very old."
She could only mutter in the end.
She had lived for 22 years in her previous life. Zhou Boyan had to call her older sister!
Zhou Boyan's thoughts coincided with hers. He had lived for 25 years in his previous life, so this little girl had to call him uncle.
After returning home, Yue Yan hesitated again and again before looking for her father.
She didn't want her family to find out last.
"That's it. Can you help me get the materials back tomorrow?" Yue Yan carefully observed her father's expression.
Yue Huaide was shocked. "Why does Yueyue suddenly want to earn money?"
Yue Yan said half-truthfully, "I just want to earn some money with handicraft to reduce your burden. Moreover, I don't think Mom eats the eggs. How is she going to give me younger siblings!"
Yue Huaide blushed. "It's still too early to talk about having a younger brother or sister! Since you want to earn some pocket money, I'll support you, but studying is more important, understand?"
"Yes! I will definitely put my studies first!"
Yue Huaide thought of something. "Do you have enough money on you?"
Yue Yan hurriedly nodded. "Yes, yes. I didn't spend a single cent of the money saved from our previous fight!"
She took the initiative to mention the previous conflict. There was no overnight hatred between the father and daughter. They looked at each other and smiled. The previous matter was over.
At night, when Wen Hongyu came back from work, Yue Huaide told her that Yue Yan wanted to earn money. Wen Hongyu was silent for a while and did not object.
Yue Yan's family gave her special instructions. If she wanted to earn money, she could not neglect her homework. Her family was not so poor that they could not afford to eat. She could treat earning money as her hobby and not affect her main work and studies.
Yue Yan knew that her parents would definitely support her. She was especially grateful to the author for writing such good parents. Even though her family was not rich, they really loved their daughter.
The next day, Yue Huaide was already waiting at home when Yue Yan returned home after school. His tricycle had a roof and there were seats on both sides inside.
Yue Yan did not call Zhou Boyan today, so the father and daughter brought the goods back by themselves.
The father and daughter worked together to transport the fabrics home. Yue Huaide bought an ice popsicle for his daughter and asked her to play by herself.
Yue Yan went to buy another one.
"Dad, I'll send it to Brother Xiaofei. He helped me a lot yesterday."
Yue Huaide waved his hand. "Go on, come back early. The meal will be ready in half an hour."
Whoever returned home between Yue Huaide and Wen Hongyu would have cooked long ago.
Zhou Boyan thought that Yue Yan was here to ask him to pick up the goods together. He did not expect Yue Yan to be back already.
"Why are you buying me a popsicle? I have them in the fridge at home."
Zhou Boyan smiled and walked to the kitchen. Yue Yan followed him. There was a small square fridge standing in the corner. It was small and could not be compared to the big fridge that came later.
However, there were really not many families with refrigerators in this era.
Zhou Boyan opened the fridge. There was a pile of cream popsicles inside.
Yue Yan said, "I'm sorry. I was too hasty."
Zhou Boyan still accepted Yue Yan's thank-you gift. "But the thank-you gift from Yueyue will definitely be sweeter."
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