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“This…”
Hearing Ye Hao’s reasoning, Luo Yao felt like she was playing a lute to a cow.
She clearly remembered how ridiculously high Ye Hao’s emotional IQ used to be.
How had he turned into a straight guy with sky-high intellect but zero emotional smarts now?
What the hell had gone wrong?
“Let’s go, Yao Yao Sis. I’ll show you to my room.”
Glancing at the clock—it was nearly ten—Ye Hao stood up and said softly.
“Huh?”
Seeing him suddenly rise and say something so embarrassing without realizing the issue, Luo Yao panicked and opened her mouth.
“What’s wrong?”
“N-Nothing!”
Nothing—she wasn’t overthinking at all!
Why was she, a grown adult, getting all flustered by her little brother like this?
It was like she was some shy girl visiting her boyfriend’s place for the first time.
Why get so worked up?
Watching the somewhat excited Luo Yao, Ye Hao blinked in confusion.
“Then follow me. It’s late—we should rest.”
With that, Ye Hao extended a hand toward Luo Yao, who was still sitting on the sofa, looking lost.
Seeing Ye Hao’s right hand reaching out to her, along with that signature smile she hadn’t seen in ages, Luo Yao’s already flushed cheeks turned even redder.
“Mm.”
Gently placing her hand in his palm, Luo Yao rose slowly as Ye Hao pulled her up.
Looking at Ye Hao, who had unknowingly grown into almost an adult, a softness crept into Luo Yao’s eyes.
Her little brother had grown up.
But she still preferred that little pervert from childhood who used to throw himself into her arms and whine.
Now that he was mature, things like that probably wouldn’t happen anymore.
“By the way, Hao Hao, does your room have any of those naughty things?”
“Huh?”
“It’s fine if it does. Your sister gets it—you’re a grown-up now. Totally understandable.”
Ye Hao was dumbfounded.
What the f*ck was this?
How could his room possibly have stuff like that!?
Sure, the internet said young, hot-blooded guys always hid unspeakable things in their rooms.
But who was he, Ye Hao?
Something that wasted effort and harmed the body—impossible!
Plus, too much of that crap tanked your memory.
“No, Yao Yao Sis, my room’s totally normal. Don’t worry—aside from a set of Five Three and practice sheets, the rest are just some interesting books.”
Interesting…
Interesting books!?
Seeing Luo Yao suddenly cover her mouth in shock, Ye Hao felt like he and his sister were on completely different wavelengths.
He was on the legit channel, while she was tuned to some late-night broadcast.
No comparison!
“Yao Yao Sis, we’re both adults here—can we drop this? The interesting stuff I mean is rare books you can’t buy anymore. Collector’s editions. You can check them out if you want.”
Why was his sister so unserious?
Not an ounce of adult vibe.
“Oh.”
For some reason, hearing that made her, who had been a bit excited, suddenly feel a twinge of disappointment.
Today, she’d only gone to the supermarket for ingredients and tidied the living room and kitchen.
She hadn’t touched anything else.
A little bummed, but!
At least she got to sleep in Hao Hao’s bed.
No loss!
Then…
“Yao Yao Sis, I’ve swapped out clean sheets and blankets. Rest up. Good night.”
Watching Ye Hao leave with a pillow and bedding in his arms, Luo Yao wanted to cry but had no tears.
Looking around the room’s decor, Luo Yao wandered to the bookshelf nearby.
Staring at the books on the shelf, she fell into thought.
“Why would Hao Hao read this kind of adult sociology stuff?”
After circling the room, she finally stopped in front of the wardrobe.
Facing the wardrobe, Luo Yao’s breathing quickened.
“Hao Hao’s wardrobe… Hao Hao’s wardrobe…”
Her trembling hand reached for the handle.
With her heart pounding wildly, Luo Yao slowly opened Ye Hao’s wardrobe.
At that moment, sprawled on the sofa and idly scrolling his phone, Ye Hao caught sight of a message.
He perked up instantly!
The latest national college entrance exam mock paper!
High difficulty!
Challenge new heights!
He was soaked!
Ye Hao felt utterly drenched!
What was this!?
What had he just seen!?
The papers his teachers assigned were way too easy—no challenge.
What he craved was that kind—the kind that made him hesitate, that sent shivers down his spine!
With excitement bordering on ecstasy, he quietly tapped download.
Ten minutes later…
“Just this?
Just this, this?
Just this, this, this?”
This was a new peak?
Must be some misunderstanding about “new peak.”
Silently dropping a bad review in the comments, the now-bored Ye Hao posted the answers too.
“Time to sleep.”
While Ye Hao dozed off, his comment on the official site blew up.
He had no clue that his offhand vent had kept some folks up all night.
After all, less than twenty minutes after release, someone had aced the test.
And brazenly mocked it with “Just this?”
Who could stomach that!?
But the answers were spot-on, even noting some solving tips.
Who could make sense of it?
The question-setter professor, already sporting a serious receding hairline, had just wanted to check reactions to his pride-and-joy paper.
This difficulty was no joke.
Better not look—now he was fuming.
The reply was from five minutes ago; the paper dropped twenty minutes prior.
So, his masterpiece had been cracked in under twenty!
It was like grinding forever in a game for dream gear, only to find someone else had maxed it out already.
Infuriating—like a personal insult.
And the mockery on top.
Staring at Ye Hao’s post, the professor felt his hairline retreating further.
The analysis was flawless—all using the simplest methods.
Clear, easy to grasp, spotlighting key points.
But!
“This student from who-knows-where has zero respect for teachers!”
It was a site only registered students could access, ruling out randos.
And that username—arrogant as hell!
Zaun’s Wen Qu Xing.
No clue what “Zaun” meant, but Wen Qu Xing?
The god of literature—way too full of himself!
If his prof authority was challenged, if his prized paper got trashed…
Fine!
Failure breeds lessons, after all.
“Looks like I need to craft a truly tough set—still within bounds…”
The next day, before dawn broke.
As the adult, Luo Yao rose early to prep breakfast for the still-snoring Ye Hao.
Passing the living room, she gazed at his peaceful sleeping face, her eyes brimming with smiles.
“So cute when he’s asleep~”
Snapping a sneaky sleeping pic with her phone, Luo Yao happily headed to the bathroom to freshen up.
“What for breakfast? Scrambled eggs, bread, and warm milk it is.”
Tying her hair into a simple ponytail, the energized Luo Yao entered the kitchen.
***
At the breakfast table.
“Yao Sis, how early did you get up?”
Looking at the spread, Ye Hao gave an awkward smile.
The breakfast was simple, but…
Why was there a gray bento box!?
And why so huge!?
Was this meant to stuff him to death!?
No—the point wasn’t that.
The real issue: this bento couldn’t have been made in just one or two hours.
“Hm? Not early—I think the timing’s perfect.”
Propping her chin, Luo Yao watched Ye Hao across from her, his mouth twitching nonstop, and her eyes crinkled with amusement.
Ye Hao couldn’t argue with that.
The timing was spot-on.
He’d finish breakfast and head out, arriving at school right on schedule—nailed by his sister.
This woman was a monster.
But fair play: Yao Sis’s breakfast was damn tasty.
“Nom nom~ Oh, right, Yao Sis—that bento is…”
As expected, he couldn’t ignore the absurdly large bento box!
It was double the usual size!
“Mm-hm, yep. This is your sister’s special loving bento for Hao Hao—double portion~”
Ye Hao was speechless.
Never mind the weird “loving bento” label.
The double serving was straight-up excessive!
Sure, he’d rejected Liu Qianxia’s confession yesterday, meaning bread for lunch.
But who knew Yao Sis would return?
No more bread munching, but…
“Yao Sis, isn’t double too much?”
Wasting food after not finishing was shameful!
Ye Hao knew his appetite—two-thirds max.
Dump the rest?
There were stray cats and dogs near school, but…
Feeding them her special bento felt wrong.
It was made just for him—tossing it wouldn’t sit right.
“A lot? I think it’s just right. You’re at that age needing extra nutrition, so eat up, Hao Hao. Otherwise, your sister will be heartbroken.”
This…
This was forcing it down his throat!
“F-Fine, I’ll try.”
“Mm. On the way to school after breakfast, stay safe. And this is crunch time—keep your focus on studies, got it?”
“Got it. Studies won’t slip—relax, Yao Sis.”
Who was he, Ye Hao?
A study fiend!
In his eyes, nothing but studies—no room for distractions!
Today was another day brimming with fighting spirit!
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