After traveling through time, I was raised by a little brat

The next morning, just as the sky was beginning to break a glimmer of dawn, Tang Qi eagerly finished Ada's rigorous and challenging martial arts lessons and hurried to Tang Wenshu's courtyard. Sunlight streamed through the windows, casting a warm hue throughout the room. In stark contrast, Tang Wenshu remained lazily curled up in his comfortable bed, seemingly oblivious to the hustle and bustle of the outside world.

Back then, Tang Wenshu had proudly declared her intention to follow her brothers in studying martial arts. However, after just three days, her enthusiasm quickly faded, and she no longer had any interest. The same was true for Tang Zhengrong. Only Tang Qi remained steadfast, silently clinging to his promise and persevering.

Faced with this situation, Tang Qi didn't overly criticize his younger siblings. When he spoke to his mother, Zeng Yuan, he always firmly stated, "Don't worry, Mom. I'll take care of you." Because of this, Tang Qi gradually relaxed his control over them. After all, in those ancient times, it was always the eldest son who carried the family burden and stood tall. For a second son, being too outstanding might actually lead to unnecessary disputes and entanglements.

However, this doesn't mean Tang Qi intends to raise Tang Zhengrong to be a lazy person. In fact, deep down, he cherishes this younger brother deeply. Whenever he sees Tang Zhengrong's innocent smile, Tang Qi feels that all the hard work is worth it. He would rather bear all the pressure alone, just to ensure that Tang Zhengrong always maintains that pure and happy smile. Because for Tang Qi, as long as he is strong and brave enough, he can protect the happiness and peace of the entire family.

When Tang Wenshu came back to her senses from the trance Meixiang and the others had carefully dressed up in, she suddenly realized that Tang Qi was standing quietly behind her, staring at her silently. In an instant, her cheeks flushed like ripe apples. She was panicked and began to search for a topic at a loss: "Brother... Brother, have you eaten yet?"

"Not yet. I've been waiting for you here." Tang Qi replied softly, his lips curled slightly. Hearing this, Tang Wenshu became even more nervous and stammered, "Then... then let's go eat together." After saying this, she hurriedly wanted to escape this awkward situation.

At this moment, Pei Qingqing, who was standing by, hurriedly warned, "Miss, if you don't hurry up and leave, you'll be late!" Hearing this, Tang Wenshu's heart sank. She quickly reached out and grabbed the bun on the table and ran out the door. As she ran, she chewed the bun in her hand with big mouthfuls. At the same time, she didn't forget to pass another bun to her eldest brother Tang Qi, who was standing beside her, and urged, "Big... Big brother, you should eat quickly too!"

Tang Qi's lips curled up slightly, revealing a helpless smile. He gently shook his head, as if he found the happenings somewhat amusing, yet also with a hint of fondness. Then, he deliberately pretended to be hurried, quickening his pace, as if trying to keep up with the lively and lovely figure in front of him.

In this way, the two walked one after the other, laughing and talking all the way. Soon, they arrived at the entrance of the girls' school. Tang Qi stopped and watched Tang Wenshu walk into the school gate quietly, his eyes revealing reluctance and concern.

He took a deep breath, turned, and headed in the opposite direction—the path leading to the Men's School. As the distance grew, Tang Qi's faint sense of homesickness grew stronger. But he didn't let this emotion affect his progress. Instead, he buried it deep in his heart, transforming it into motivation to study hard. He understood that only through unremitting struggle could he better protect the important people around him.

When Tang Wenshu entered the school, she first went outside and gazed at the elementary classroom from afar. The teacher hadn't arrived yet, and the children were playing and joking freely, creating a boisterous scene. Tang Wenshu felt a tinge of envy. With a frantic heart, she hurried down the hallway and headed straight for the intermediate classroom.

Entering the room, she found her classmates quietly seated in their respective seats. Some were absorbed in their reading, others gathered in small groups, whispering to each other, and still others were fiddling with their belongings. Tang Wenshu scanned the room until she finally found the only remaining empty seat, which happened to be right next to Tang Zigui.

However, just as Tang Wenshu was about to take her seat, a sharp shout suddenly rang out from behind her: "How can you just sit next to the young lady?" This sudden questioning made Tang Wenshu stunned for a moment. She muttered to herself, "What should I do now?" Recalling the strategy her brother had taught her—feigning madness—Tang Wenshu had an idea. She suddenly stood up and leaped onto the table where she was originally going to sit. Then, she pouted her lips and burst into tears, crying out: "I must sit here! I must sit here! Why can't you let me sit here, wuwuwu..."

"What are you doing?" With this soft question, the intermediate class teacher, surnamed Du, slowly appeared outside. She was dressed in simple, elegant clothing, without any makeup, and her hands rested naturally on her abdomen. Her voice, though soft and melodious, held an indescribable majesty that seemed to penetrate the soul, inspiring awe.

At that moment, Song Ke'er stood there, bewildered, her face flushed crimson as she stammered, "I...I...I..." She tried to defend herself, but her words faltered as she reached her lips, as if she had suddenly lost the ability to form words. She knew full well that she hadn't intentionally bullied the child, but faced with this situation, she felt inexplicably flustered and helpless.

Meanwhile, Tang Wenshu continued to sob, her cries resounding, like thunderous cries echoing through her ears. However, a closer look revealed that her so-called tears were few and far between; even the "raindrops" adorning her cheeks were simply smears of her own saliva. Song Ke'er took in all this, and though she felt deeply dissatisfied and aggrieved, Mr. Du's presence prevented her from uttering the words of blame that were on the tip of her tongue.

"Okay! Song Ke'er, hurry to the back and listen to the lecture!" Following Mr. Du's order, even though Song Ke'er was extremely reluctant, she had to silently pick up her book and slowly move to the back of the classroom.

At this moment, Tang Wenshu was secretly delighted and couldn't help but gently make a victory gesture. Humph, I've never seen this Song girl before. She's definitely not a child from the Duke's Mansion. But... where is she from? Just as Tang Wenshu was secretly speculating, he suddenly heard Mr. Du say, "And you, stand back there too!"

Tang Wenshu's eyes widened, and he pointed at himself in shock, as if he couldn't believe what he was seeing. "Yes, I'm talking about you! You skipped class yesterday without a reason, so you'll just stand and listen to today's class!" Faced with such a harsh rebuke, Tang Wenshu stood up from his seat like a frightened deer, feeling aggrieved and walking towards the back with heavy steps.