I'm a senior in high school, and the Emperor Development System has arrived!

Chapter 95 Hagisha, I think you've got a reading addiction.

"what!!!"

Jiangxia's screams nearly lifted the roof off.

She sat up abruptly like a cat whose tail had been stepped on, frantically tugging at the collar of her pajamas.

Stray hairs clung to her sweaty forehead from her movements, and her cheeks flushed red from her neck to her ears.

His eyes held a mixture of sleepy anger and the embarrassment of being suddenly exposed.

"Chen Zhou, you scoundrel!"

She grabbed a pillow and threw it at Chen Zhou's face:
"When did you come in?!"

Chen Zhou had anticipated this, so he dodged the pillow by turning to the side, sat down on the edge of the bed, and raised an eyebrow innocently, saying:

"But your grandma asked me to wake you up, so how come you're being a pervert?"

He pointed to the sunlight filtering through the gap in the curtains:

"Besides, it's already high in the sky. How could the successors of socialism sleep until this late?"

"I want you to take care of it!"

Jiang Xia wrapped the quilt around himself like a cocoon, leaving only his fiery eyes showing:

"Get out! I need to change my clothes!"

"Okay, okay, okay,"

Chen Zhou raised his hands in surrender, but suddenly burst out laughing as he turned around:

"I wonder who was shouting 'big chicken leg' in their dream just now, their drool was almost dripping onto their pillow."

"Chen Zhou—!"

He heard a dull thud from behind as a pillow hit the door. Chen Zhou smiled and slipped out of the room, bumping right into Grandma He, who was carrying breakfast out of the kitchen.

The old woman, carrying a bowl of steaming soy milk, smiled broadly when she saw him.

"Has Zhouzhou eaten yet? Would you like some more?"

"That's great, I didn't eat enough this morning."

Chen Zhou took the soy milk and placed it on the dining table. He noticed that Grandma He's temples had turned grayer, and couldn't help but soften his voice:

"Grandma, take your time, I can do it."

Grandma He waved her hand and pointed to the sofa:

"Sit down for a bit, Grandma fried some eggs for you. Jiang Xia, that girl, has always been a late sleeper, it's all thanks to you coming to wake her up every day..."

The old man kept talking, then suddenly sighed:
"If only her father could come back sooner. You know, protecting the country is a good thing, but the child can't stay away from her father forever."

Chen Zhou nodded silently.

As they were chatting, Jiang Xia came out, dressed neatly in a T-shirt and jeans, her hair a little disheveled, and her cheeks still flushed.

She glared at Chen Zhou, but immediately put on a docile expression when she saw her grandmother:

"Grandma, let me help you."

"Go wash up first."

Grandma He smiled kindly.

Jiang Xia gave a vague reply, but still carried the plate out of the kitchen, deliberately elbowing Chen Zhou as she passed by.

Chen Zhou was prepared, so he stepped aside and gave a helpless smile.

This little guy holds a grudge.

After Jiang Xia finished washing up, she placed a glass of milk in front of him:

"Stop daydreaming, eat breakfast quickly, and then come with me to the bookstore."

"bookstore?"

Chen Zhou raised an eyebrow:

"You might as well just immerse yourself in books all day long. Others get addicted to drugs, but I think you've gotten addicted to reading."

"I want you to take care of it!"

Jiang Xia rolled her eyes at him:
"I want to buy a book on derivatives. This year's college entrance exam had derivatives as the final question, and it was quite difficult. The later regular joint exams will definitely be modeled after the college entrance exam."

"Alright then, I'll take pity on you and go with you."

Chen Zhou spread his hands and smiled.

Anyway, I didn't have anything to do in the morning, so I went to enjoy the air conditioning.

Jiang Xia gave a light snort and reminded him:
"Take your homework with you, and do your holiday homework while you're at it."

"it is good……"

Chen Zhou scratched his head in exasperation. Thirteen exam papers—when would he ever finish writing them?

Suddenly, as if remembering something, he asked Jiang Xia:

"By the way, which bookstore should we go to?"

Jiang Xia replied without hesitation:
"Go to the one in the west of the city!"

"Why? This isn't the closest one..." Upon hearing this, Chen Zhou was slightly taken aback, then instantly understood, pointing at Jiang Xia and laughing:

"Don't think I don't know, a new Coco milk tea shop opened next to that bookstore!"

Jiang Xia's face flushed again, and she stubbornly said:
"Who...who said that! It's just that that bookstore has more complete information! Go if you want, or don't."

Seeing her puffed-up face, Chen Zhou suddenly found it a little funny.

He picked up the fried egg, took a bite, and deliberately said slowly:
"Sure, but you can go to the bookstore, but you have to treat me to spicy hot pot when you come back."

"You're dreaming!"

"Then I'm not going."

"Chen Zhou!"

Watching the two bicker, Grandma He couldn't stop smiling, her wrinkles at the corners of her eyes filled with satisfaction.

……

Baicaoyuan Bookstore.

June sunlight streamed through the glass onto the wooden floor, creating a grid pattern of light and shadow.

Jiangxia's canvas shoes slid across the floor with a "rip" sound and stopped in front of the "College Entrance Examination Mathematics" section.

She looked around and settled on a set of "Derivative Mastery" books. She tried them all out, but then found herself in an awkward situation—

I couldn't reach it, it was just a little bit short.

Chen Zhou was flipping through a science fiction novel, the pages turning rapidly between his fingertips.

He caught a glimpse of this scene out of the corner of his eye, quietly closed his book, and strolled over to Jiang Xia's side.

With his well-defined knuckles, he easily took the book from her and deliberately held it up above her head, waving it around.
"Want it? Call me Daddy and I'll give it to you."

Chen Zhou's voice was tinged with laughter, and his warm breath brushed against Jiang Xia's flushed earlobes.

"Chen Zhou!"

Jiang Xia jumped up to reach for it, her short hair brushing against Chen Zhou's arm, causing a slight tickle.

Chen Zhou raised his hand, and she missed.

Jiang Xia clenched her fists and glared at Chen Zhou:

"Chen Zhou! Aren't you childish?!"

"If you're not going to call me, then I'll return it."

Chen Zhou looked indifferent and made a move to stuff the book back into the cabinet.

Seeing his scoundrel-like behavior, Jiang Xia felt helpless, but had no choice but to submit to Chen Zhou's tyranny.

"dad……"

A faint sound, barely audible, rang out from the side.

Chen Zhou tilted his ear:

"What are you mumbling about? I didn't hear a single word."

Jiang Xia's face flushed red to her neck, and she glared at Chen Zhou, saying:

"Stop trying to cheat, give me the book now!"

Chen Zhou sighed softly and handed her the book:
"Isn't this quite loud? I thought you'd left your vocal cords at home."

Jiang Xia took the book, glanced at him again, and began to study the materials with great interest.

An elderly employee who was tidying up the bookshelves nearby shook his head upon seeing the intimate interaction between the two.

They're about the same age, yet they insist on calling him "Dad" or something. These young people these days...

I really don't understand.

Jiang Xia was engrossed in reading "Breakthrough in Derivatives," but Chen Zhou started to get restless beside him.

While Jiang Xia wasn't paying attention, Chen Zhou stroked two strands of her hair and started braiding them into small braids at the back.

Unfortunately, "the late emperor passed away before completing his great undertaking," and Chen Zhou only managed to finish half of the poem before his fingertips accidentally brushed against the back of her neck.

Jiang Xia felt as if a feather had tickled his heart; he trembled and turned around, calling out softly:

"Chen Zhou! What are you doing?!"

Chen Zhou looked at Jiang Xia's unfinished braid at the back of her head, a mischievous smile playing on his lips, and said repeatedly:

"It's nothing, you can continue reading."

"I do not believe!"

Jiang Xia pouted and reached behind her head with her hand, and sure enough, she touched her braid. She tried to untie it with her hand, but the harder she tried, the tighter it became.

She had no choice but to ask Chen Zhou for help:
"You tied it up, untie it right now."

But to everyone's surprise, Chen Zhou smiled and leaned close to Jiang Xia's ear, his warm breath brushing against her reddened earlobe:
"I can untie it, but you were too quiet just now, I didn't hear you."

He deliberately dragged out his words, watching as Jiang Xia's ear tips turned bright red at a visible speed.

Jiang Xia's whole body tensed up, and his voice trembled as he spoke:
"Chen Zhou, you... bastard!"

(End of this chapter)