Quickly wear the heartthrob: the host was counterattacked again

Fortunately, Li did not ask too many questions, but only made serious suggestions.

"Tear it into pieces, or -" Burn it.

Before he could finish his words, Li realized that the little guy was still young and not suitable for using fire, so he rejected the suggestion.

Mianmian was left alone, tilting her head to take notes seriously. She was trying to listen to the follow-up, but Li didn't say anything for a long time. Mianmian couldn't help but ask in confusion,

"Sister Li? Or something?"

——…It’s nothing. I suddenly can’t remember anything. So I’ll just tear it into pieces. As long as they are torn into small pieces, it will be difficult for someone to put the pieces together. Don’t worry.

Mianmian always has unconditional faith in what Li says.

"Okay, since Sister Li said so, Mianmian will tear it up."

She did it right away. She spread out the paper ball and patiently tore it into small pieces one by one until it could not be torn any further.

Clapping her hands, Mianmian looked very proud of having accomplished something.

"Done! Now I can rest assured."

After saying that, Mianmian continued what she had just done and walked towards the bed.

——Mianmian, what did you put under your pillow?

There were still a few steps away from the soft and comfortable bed, but the sharp-eyed Li had already noticed a corner of the pillow exposed from under it.

When Mian Mian heard Sister Li’s question, she said: “!!!”

No way, my old swan, am I such a careless person? !

It turns out that people with thick nerves are difficult to save.

The moment she saw the hardcover cover of "The Art of War", Mianmian felt that she was about to die.

——"The Art of War"? Mianmian likes to read these?

Li seldom calls Mianmian by her name like her friends and relatives do, and he never calls her "good girl" as dotingly as Yu Yuanxue and Yu Jiren and other brothers and sisters do. This is the first time that Mianmian has heard Li call her by a name other than "little friend" or "little one".

It was a quite normal name. Perhaps it was because she had never heard Li call her that name before, or perhaps it was because of Li's teasing and doting tone that made Mianmian's ears numb for the first time when she heard her own name.

Covering her earlobes which felt numb and hot, Mianmian answered Li's question in a low voice.

"The teacher of the Strategy Theory class said that although Mianmian is already very smart, if she can read more books like The Art of War, she will definitely surpass everyone else. Mianmian wants to be the smartest kid!"

The ambition is quite lofty.

I don’t know what the teacher was thinking when he said to the little guy, “You are already very smart.”

An unknown teacher: Maybe it’s because Xiao Mianmian is just too cute~

——Then tell me, what does "The Art of War" talk about?

Mianmian: “…”

Scored twice.

"Just, just talked about some military strategies and tactics of fighting..." right?

After all, it was a book recommended by the teacher of the Policy Theory class. This book should also talk about what we learn in the Policy Theory class, right?

Although... the clever boy let down the master's sincerity and was reading a harem novel disguised as "The Art of War".

Xiaobai: That’s right, she is a favorite concubine, she has three thousand beauties in the harem, and she is also a cuckolded emperor.

The favored concubine in the harem opened a harem, a true harem story.

After hearing Mianmian's answer, Li smiled without comment.

The little guy is really a master of deception.

Well, being willing to study is always a good thing, so don't ask more questions and make the little girl upset.

——Well, that’s a good answer.

"Ok?"

Mianmian raised her downcast and guilty eyes.

"Really? Did Mianmian give a really good answer?"

——Yeah, very good.

The teacher really didn't lie. Mianmian is the smartest kid! She can hit the mark with whatever she says!

Seeing that Li was not going to continue questioning, Mianmian quickly stuffed "The Art of War" under the pillow and joked,

"Mianmian has been in class all morning. I'm so tired. I want to go to bed."

——Not eating anymore?

"You can eat after you wake up. If you really can't make it in time, isn't there a small kitchen in the Shangshu Room where you can order food anytime?"

——Mianmian is a good boy. A good baby should eat on time.

Good boy Mianmian: “…”

"I'm eight years old, not a baby."

——Well, then you should eat your meal obediently. Besides, you haven't informed your elder sister that you don't want to eat, right? Imagine your elder sister waiting foolishly at the dinner table...

Without waiting for Li to finish speaking, Mianmian pounded the soft quilt on the bed.

The quilt that was beaten for no reason: "..."

It's not your divine gold...

Li wanted to persuade her with reason and emotion, but when Mianmian heard his words, what she thought of was that the bastard An Xuchuan took advantage of her absence to say bad things about her, and finally had lunch with her elder sister in a proud manner.

Mianmian: “!!!”

It's simply unbearable, isn't it?

Dog man! Stinky green tea! Good boy, go eat!

The desire to respond to An Xuchuan instantly overwhelmed the sleepiness. Li and Lan Chun who was guarding outside the door could only see a small figure who jumped off the bed and ran away quickly.

-

Shunli successfully won most of the elder sister's attention and favor during lunch. Mianmian held the full bowl of food that the elder sister had picked for her and smiled proudly at An Xuchuan.

An Xuchuan, holding a bowl of white rice, looked miserable: "..."

Damn little bastard!

Why hasn't the Shangshufang closed yet? !

Send this little bastard back to the Prime Minister’s Mansion quickly!

The little bastard in question couldn't hear An Xuchuan's inner voice, but from the dog brother-in-law's expression one could tell that he was cursing very dirty.

With a triumphant smile, Mianmian looked very happy and enjoying herself.

There is no way. When the old enemy fails, Mianmian will of course be proud.

Picking up her full bowl in a good mood, Mianmian acted coquettishly towards her elder sister.

"Big sister, this tofu is so delicious. It melts in your mouth and has a fresh and tender texture. It also has the secret sauce passed down from Chef Chen's family. You should try it too. Stop picking up vegetables for Mianmian all the time. With such a big bowl, Mianmian will become a little fat girl."

Then he glanced at An Xuchuan again and said perfunctorily,

"And brother-in-law, that plate of fried rapeseed is green and shiny, and looks very appetizing. You should eat it quickly too."

An Xuchuan, who was implied to have a green light on his head: "..."

Thank you, my fist is hard and the chopsticks in my hand are broken.

Finally, the three of them finished their lunch in a harmonious atmosphere. Since a lot of time had been wasted before, Mianmian didn't have much time left to rest after the meal. The girl simply took the things she would need for the afternoon class, waved her hand, and took Lanchun back to the study room.

When I walked into the Shangshufang, the room was silent. The princes and princesses were all sitting neatly in their seats, totally unlike the usual times when they would play around in groups of three or four during breaks.

Mianmian quietly sat in her seat with a stack of drawing paper and a small bag of brushes and paints, joining the emo army.

There was no way. It had only been two hours since the old man was executed in public, and everyone was still traumatized.

Thinking of the morning class, Mianmian quickly looked up at the seat in front of her.

As expected, the Ninth Princess, the biggest victim whose character was most severely destroyed, has not appeared yet.