Chapter 1554: Chapter 1555: Try Wiping Your Ass with an iPad
The person wiping the table, your father, looked at your mother and couldn’t help but speak softly, "You, don’t worry too much. I’ve said it before, our children’s happiness will come in their own time."
"As for Li Muyun, that mischievous boy has lots of ideas, and he doesn’t suffer any losses because he’s a guy. Besides, Yan Zisu is not only smart but also quite attractive; she just doesn’t know how to dress up. In this regard, Li Muyun’s prospects are promising. But look at Little Yun, that child’s heart is too high; so many outstanding people surround her, yet she barely gives them a glance. Alas, she’s the one I worry about the most."
"She just hasn’t found the right one yet, give her a little more time."
"Time, time, a woman’s most precious asset is time. Little Yun is already 24; now is the best time to find a partner. In a few years, she’ll become an older unmarried woman."
"But the problem is, no one can meet the conditions you’ve set. Looking at it, apart from our son, who else do you think could meet them? It’s as if these standards were specifically set for Li Muyun."
When this was said, your mother was stunned and after a long pause, simply asked, "Really?"
"You mean you don’t know?" your father chuckled. Only in front of his wife does your father talk a bit more. "Let me recount your conditions for you. Firstly, height must exceed 1.8 meters, strong physique, preferably muscular; handsome, lively; ambitious, filial to parents, and considerate..."
"Okay, okay, don’t say it, I know I was wrong, I was wrong, isn’t that enough?" your mother, troubled, placed the back of her hand on her forehead and sighed, "Let’s wait a bit longer; now it feels like I’m getting myself into a bind, alas!"
Your father looked at your mother, smiled and shook his head slightly. Though he didn’t say much, he knew better than anyone else. After all, you are his son; most of your emotional intelligence is inherited from your father, while your IQ is inherited from your mother.
In certain ways, school and work are similar. On Monday, countless employees and students drag their tired bodies to their respective seats.
Before entering the classroom, you are still energetic, but as soon as you step into the classroom, you can’t help but start yawning and slowly sit at the backseat.
"Old Shu, huh—" Xiao Feng let out a long yawn, picked a bit of crust from the corner of his eye, and said to you, "Morning."
"Morning, why are you so lifeless? Did you stay up all night playing with a beauty?" you joked wryly.
"Ah, the misery of the study tribe," Xiao Feng sighed, "Like me, a poor Dios, if a beauty spares me another glance, I’d thank the heavens."
The guy in front of Xiao Feng turned around, looked at him with a grin, and said, "Madman, as the saying goes, fate’s three parts are destined, and seven parts depend on striving. As long as you work hard, opportunities will come!"
"Save it, ninety percent depends on one’s dad, too."
You were about to lie down and doze off when you heard this and immediately gave Xiao Feng a thumbs up, praising, "Madman, divine roast!"
"I actually enjoy when others roast me." Saying this, Xiao Feng sighed and shook his head. He took a Chinese textbook from the desk, covered his head in imitation of your posture, and buried his head to sleep. There’s still over half an hour before class starts.
With a blink, a close—class started!
In Chinese class, students usually feel drowsy. After all, among many subjects, this one has the highest average score, and everyone is practically on the same level.
However, you deliberately defy the norm, because among many subjects, you particularly force yourself to stay alert in "Wang Posuo’s" class. The reason is simple: Wang Posuo is no ordinary person!
Even if you occasionally catch a glimpse of Wang Posuo’s incredible skills demonstrated inadvertently, you are well aware that Wang Posuo is definitely on par with Master Ghost Hand in terms of mastery!
Say what you will, but half of your current self was mentored by Ghost Hand. Master Chen Houtu often took you behind enemy lines to practice, where he’d guide you to better utilize the knowledge learned from Ghost Hand.
As for Wang Posuo, you still hold much respect, and his lectures are engaging, not at all rigid.
Wang Posuo’s real name is Wang Can. But ever since the nickname "Posuo" spread, everyone prefers to use it, and Wang Can himself seems quite pleased, feeling that he’s finally gotten a refined nickname he’s content with before retirement.
Wang Posuo entered the classroom two minutes before the class bell. On entering, he noticed many students playing on their phones and said to everyone, "Your generation, nearly all your living space is covered by smartphones and web signals. At this rate, who knows if it’s good or bad."
Ever since your presence emerged, Yu Zixiao’s sense of existence gradually diminished. To reclaim himself, Yu Zixiao has been noticeably more active recently. On hearing this, Yu Zixiao smiled at Wang Posuo, "Teacher, you also need to keep pace with the times. Nobody writes letters or sends postcards anymore. Now we read e-books rather than buy paper ones. It’s cheaper and easier to store. Technology can now replace paper."
You were picking your ear, but upon hearing Yu Zixiao’s words, you immediately retorted coldly, "Which dumb Dio said technology can replace paper? Try wiping your ass with an IPAD!"
"Pfft—"
Everyone around you, including Xiao Feng, exploded with laughter. They’ve long formed a circle with you at its center and admire you greatly, openly and secretly giving you thumbs up.
This left Yu Zixiao unable to respond for a moment; he could only hang his head slightly, pretending not to care, but his eyes betrayed intense hatred.
"Li Muyun, you’ve forced me!"
Inside, Yu Zixiao uttered a hysterical roar of wrath.
Usually known for his forbearance, at this moment, Yu Zixiao suddenly stood up with a start. Ignoring Mentor Wang Posuo, he left without a word.
Seeing this, you couldn’t help but chuckle softly inside, never once considering Yu Zixiao a rival. In your eyes, he was just a poseur pulling rank thanks to his father’s influence. Besides, Yan Zisu was now under your protection, so no matter how Yu Zixiao struggled, he couldn’t stir any waves.
Little did you know that Yu Zixiao had long shifted his target.
Rushing downstairs, Yu Zixiao quickly dashed to his Bentley parked in a secluded corner of the campus.
His bodyguard-driver, Leopard, saw Yu Zixiao enter the car with a grim expression and couldn’t help but ask, "Young master, you don’t look well."