Meng Yan's Transformation

As Yunqing spoke, she glared fiercely at Zhan Mengyan who was standing behind Zhang Xincheng.

"Mom, don't misunderstand me! I chased Zhang Xincheng back and stopped him from asking Zhan Zixun to clean with us. I... I... I was just a step late."

Zhan Mengyan was so anxious that her words were a little incoherent when she spoke.

"Sister Mengyan, you don't need to explain. You're trying to cover up your mistake. Just now, you didn't want to clean the house. You swept and dusted it angrily, deliberately making the house dusty. Now you've found a helper, Zhang Xincheng, and asked him to ask me to clean with you. It seems that you won't give up unless I clean with you today! Okay! Okay! Zhan Mengyan, you're really capable and scheming. I'll do as you wish and clean with you."

As Zhan Zixun spoke, he straightened the paper hat Zhang Xincheng had put on his head and walked towards the east room with square steps.

Zhan Mengyan stamped her feet anxiously: "Brother Zixun, it's not what you think, I didn't... I didn't..."

Zhan Mengyan bit her lip and remained silent while she spoke, swallowing back the words she wanted to explain. Her eyelashes trembled rapidly, tears welling up in her eyes, but she held them back.

"Zhan Zixun, what's wrong with you? Your sister is cleaning the house, and as a brother, you should be the first to do it. Why are you being chauvinistic at home? Zhan Zixun, you are a high school student of the new era, why are you still filled with feudal ideas in your head - thinking that housework is women's work, not men's work. Did you travel through time from feudal society? Brother, you are so funny. I didn't believe them when they said that, but it turns out to be true!

When Zhang Xincheng spoke, he sneered, his eyes were full of arrogance, and his tone was casual, as if he was mocking someone's ignorance and stupidity.

Zhan Zixun looked at Zhang Xincheng with narrowed eyes, a sly smile on his lips, and his whole body gave off the air of wanting to tease him. He suddenly felt very embarrassed and at the same time felt very ashamed. An impulse of anger and shame rushed to his head - Zhan Zixun's brows were tightly knitted, as if two peaks were squeezing the ravine in the middle. Sparks of anger and unwillingness flashed in his eyes, and his pupils were slightly dilated, revealing a glimmer of wanting to refute and challenge. The corners of his mouth were tightly pursed and slightly turned down, forming an arc of dissatisfaction, and occasionally accompanied by teeth biting his lower lip, showing Zhan Zixun's inner struggle and indignation. His breathing became rapid and heavy, and his chest rose and fell, as if every breath was accumulating more strength. His hands unconsciously clenched into fists, and his nails dug deep into his palms, but he didn't feel any pain at all. This was the inner anger trying hard to restrain himself.

"Zhan... Ying... Ying..."

Zhan Zixun's voice was low and hoarse, and every word seemed to be squeezed out from between his teeth, full of threats and dissatisfaction.

"Zhan Zixun, what do you want me to do?"

While Zhan Yingying was speaking, she came in front of Zhan Zixun.

"Zhan Yingying! What nonsense were you talking about with Zhang Xincheng? You're making up stories about your own brother in front of my classmates! What good do you get from having others laugh at your brother? Mom asked you to clean with Zhan Mengyan to practice your housework skills. If you don't want to do it, tell Mom! Why are you saying bad things about me behind my back?!"

When Zhan Zixun spoke, his voice was sharp and high-pitched, with unconcealable excitement and anger. Every word he said was like a sharp arrow, intended to pierce Zhan Yingying.