I'm crazy, don't mess with me. I just love to pretend to be crazy, remember that.

The servants who heard the commotion and Pei Li and Si Qian from the next room had just entered when they saw Pei Tianming scolding the housekeeper.

Pei Tianming, who had finally managed to get a good night's sleep tonight, is suffering from insomnia again.

Standing at the door, Si Qian met the butler's mournful gaze, stroked her chin, and pondered for a moment—

"I don't usually wake people up when they're about to fall asleep; it's probably related to my upbringing."

After saying that, she pulled Pei Li back into the room and took out her Sky-Piercing Cannon and Fire Qilin, which she used for lighting.

"This is the most awesome brand of high-powered flashlight ever, comparable to Bald Qiang (a popular cartoon character), you deserve to have it!"

Almost blinded by the bright light, Pei Li hesitated for a long time before finally refusing when faced with his superior's smug gaze, saying, "You should take it back. I'm suddenly not afraid of the dark anymore."

As soon as I lay down in the next room, Ji Mingxuan, who had previously blocked me, started bombarding me with text messages.

The phone kept ringing, so Si Qian simply silenced it, lay down on the bed, and slept until dawn.

The next morning, after washing up, Si Qian took out her phone to check the contents.

Goodness, I've been bombarded with 99+ text messages.

Does this kid spend that much on phone bills?

She didn't even bother brushing her teeth; she just opened the text message notifications. From a little after 1 a.m. until now, he had sent more than 300 text messages.

The latest message was just sent.

Ji Mingxuan: [Teacher Si, why did you block me?]

Ji Mingxuan: [5000, unblocked.]

……

Even now, he continues to send messages relentlessly.

Ji Mingxuan: [Teacher Si, why are you ignoring me?]

Ji Mingxuan: [Just because of that old man?]

After reading it, Si Qian thought for a moment and replied—

[Because you are un]

Ji Mingxuan: [Intersection and Union?]

Siqian: [Commonly known as a yandere (in the context of sexual intercourse).]

Ji Mingxuan, on the other side of the screen, laughed speechlessly when he saw the message Si Qian sent.

He gripped the pen on the table tightly with his left hand, the sharp tip piercing his palm, the leaking dark blue ink staining his hand.

Ji Mingxuan: [When can I come to your house?]

Si Qian: [Are you a beggar?]

Si Qian: [Why are you coming back to my house? Don't you have your own home?]

Ji Mingxuan was genuinely angry and immediately made a phone call.

As soon as the other end answered, Ji Mingxuan couldn't control his temper—

"Thirty thousand a month, come over and continue tutoring me. If you're worried, I can come to your house!"

"What?! You think you can just barge in? Dream on!"

After he finished speaking, the phone was disconnected with a beep.

Ji Mingxuan was left standing there dumbfounded, staring at the screen that said the call had ended, looking as if he wanted to glare a hole through Si Qian on the other end of the screen.

After hanging up the phone, Si Qian cursed "crazy" and added the number to her blacklist.

How did she catch up on her university coursework?

This kid is deliberately looking for trouble, remembering the time I reported him for animal abuse, and wants to find a chance to get revenge.

In the morning, the Pei family sat quietly at the dining table for their meal.

After what happened last night, the third brother doesn't dare to act recklessly anymore, for fear of getting beaten up.

Pei Tianming, sitting in the main seat, wore silver-rimmed glasses and held a newspaper in his hand.

"Your dad is quite conscientious; he gets up early in the morning to read the newspaper."

Si Qian leaned over and whispered something about his father in Pei Li's ear.

Pei Li glanced at it and said casually, "He's pretending to be deep. He's hiding his phone behind the newspaper."

Si Qian: "?"

When I looked over again, I saw Pei Tianming casually put down the newspaper in his hand—and the cell phone tucked inside the newspaper.

Not a buddy?

Perhaps because their gazes were too intense, Pei Tianming felt uneasy for a moment and asked Pei Li in a deep voice.

"What are you looking at?"

"I never read the newspaper while eating breakfast, which is probably related to my upbringing."

Pei Li's light-hearted words carried a faint hint of sarcasm.

Pei Tianming raised his hand high almost instantly.

Ye Tinglan, who was eating nearby, immediately put down her chopsticks and gave him a look of anticipation, as if she were watching a good show.

However, Pei Tianming's hand trembled involuntarily when he met Si Qian's sharp gaze.

He glanced at Pei Li, unable to argue.

He glanced at Si Qian; he couldn't beat her.

In the end, he could only direct his anger at Pei Yi, who was quietly eating beside him.

He reached out and smacked the boy on the back of the head: "You unfilial son!"

Ye Tinglan's smile froze at the corners of her mouth, neither fully open nor closed.

Pei Yi, who had been beaten, looked over and asked, "What is it, Father?"

Pei Tianming, maintaining an air of authority, coughed and said, "Didn't I teach you that a person should have goals? What kind of behavior is this?!"

"Some fathers!"

After saying that, Pei Yi immediately took out the plan he had made from his backpack and handed it to Pei Tianming with both hands.

"This is my next goal; please take a look, Father."

Pei Tianming nodded in satisfaction at his son's performance and opened the schedule Pei Yi had prepared.

After reading two lines down, Pei Tianming suddenly became furious, went up and gave Pei Yi another whack on the back of the head, then threw the schedule back at him.

"You bastard, look at the rubbish you've written!"

Ye Tinglan rushed forward to stop him: "Tianming, why are you hitting the child?"

"Listen to what this unfilial son has written!"

Pei Yi stood up, picked up his plan, and began to read it aloud with a firm tone and intonation.

"My next goal is to wait until after the Mid-Autumn Festival and then until National Day."

"After National Day, we wait for New Year's Day; after New Year's Day, we wait for winter vacation."

"After winter break, we wait for the Spring Festival—after the Spring Festival, we wait for Qingming Festival."

"After Qingming, we wait for May Day; after May Day, we wait for the Dragon Boat Festival."

"After the Dragon Boat Festival, we wait for summer vacation—after summer vacation, we wait for the Mid-Autumn Festival."

Pei Tianming sat down, panting heavily and clutching his chest.

After hearing this, Ye Tinglan's face turned as green as a leafy vegetable that had been fertilized with manure and was growing vigorously.

Only Pei Li, the older brother, spoke a fair word.

"It's clear that he has always been a very goal-oriented person."

Si Qian chimed in, adding fuel to the fire, "If the child wants to wait, let him wait. Why get so angry?"

Waiting is a compulsory course in life.

Pei Yi echoed, "Father, I've always been a person with clear goals, which is probably related to my upbringing."

Pei Tianming was in excruciating chest pain. After the butler brought over medicine and fed it to him, he pointed a trembling finger at Pei Yi.

"What utter nonsense have you written!"

“You don’t understand, this is just part of my plan.”

To his father's misunderstanding, Pei Yi simply shook his head enigmatically: "I'm using all of these holidays to overtake others!"

Hearing this, Ye Tinglan's expression softened somewhat: "Tianming, you've misunderstood the child—"

"I'm going to overtake everyone on the curves and reach the top rank!"

As Pei Yi made his resounding oath, Pei Tianming lost his balance and fell off his seat.

"Hey Tianming, don't scare me!"

Ye Tinglan and the housekeeper hurriedly helped the person up from the ground.

Pei Yi: "Father, there are no old slaves in the new era. Please stand up."

Si Qian and Pei Li shook their heads as they watched.

Every morning, the first thing I do when I open my eyes is memorize jokes. No matter how hard I try to be abstract, I can't compete with naturally gifted players.