Sweetlove: Spoiled by My Childhood Sweetheart

Chapter 29: Chapter 29: Smoke Rises from the Shen Family’s Ancestral Grave

Zhaozhao stood at the door for a while before returning to her own home.

Upon entering, she heard Daddy Zhaozhao’s voice, “Girl, you’re back? Try the chicken wings Daddy made.”

“Coming!” Zhaozhao immediately dropped her backpack and dashed into the kitchen.

“Ah, open wide—” Daddy Zhaozhao handed her a freshly cooked chicken wing.

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Zhaozhao, while being scalded, mumbled unclearly, “Good to eat!”

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After devouring the chicken wing, Zhaozhao glanced over at the living room to make sure Ms. Shu Ran had not yet returned, then she approached Daddy Zhaozhao and said, “Dad, could you find some time to go to school tomorrow? The homeroom teacher said he wants to have a chat with you.”

Daddy Zhaozhao momentarily paused his cooking, turned his head to look at her and said, “Girl, what trouble have you gotten yourself into this time?”

Zhaozhao replied, “Don’t worry, I didn’t get into a fight, nor did I cause trouble; it’s just that I accidentally… fell asleep during class!”

On hearing this, Daddy Zhaozhao breathed a sigh of relief. Thank goodness, he had thought his daughter had beaten up somebody else’s bratty boy again.

He then glanced once more at his daughter’s short legs.

She was in the middle of her growth spurt and needed enough sleep to grow tall so that she would have the strength to sweep the streets later on.

Ever since he had accepted the possibility of his daughter’s future sweeping streets, Daddy Zhaozhao had very low expectations for her; falling asleep in class was, after all, a minor issue that at least didn’t disturb the other students.

“However, girl, let’s make a deal; next time, can you try not to sleep during class? Can we wait until after class to sleep?”

“Got it!” Zhaozhao was unusually obedient this time, but whether she could stick to her promise, who cared—for now, agreeing to it was certainly the right move.

“Alright, Daddy will talk to your homeroom teacher tomorrow.”

“Love you the most!” Zhaozhao tiptoed and kissed her dad on the cheek, then winked at him, “And, this is our little secret, okay?”

Daddy Zhaozhao instantly received his daughter’s hint, nodded, and made a zipping motion across his lips, “Don’t worry, I won’t tell your mom.”

Father and daughter shared a smile.

The next day, Daddy Zhaozhao went to the school.

In the office,

The homeroom teacher briefly described Zhaozhao’s performance and expressed his wish for her to join the competitive math class.

It took quite a while for Daddy Zhaozhao to digest the teacher’s words, and he began to doubt himself, “You mean to say my girl is a math prodigy?”

Did he have a problem with his ears? Or was it the homeroom teacher who had lost his mind?

Her? Joining a math contest? With her brain that was as good as rotten wood?

The teacher slightly twitched his mouth, “Not exactly a prodigy, but I’ve noticed that she has some talent in math. With proper guidance, she might have a few more opportunities in the future.”

He finally understood who the girl’s erratic nature came from—it was inherited.

Daddy Zhaozhao: “Are you sure you’re talking about my daughter? Could there be a misunderstanding?” The idea was more unbelievable to him than winning the lottery.

The homeroom teacher pulled out the test Zhaozhao had taken the day before and said, “This is her test from yesterday; you can have a look.”

Daddy Zhaozhao took the test and glanced at it before looking back up at the teacher, “But isn’t this only half completed?”

“That’s because your daughter is too lazy,” replied the teacher helplessly. “I’ve checked the questions, and the ones she did are all correct. The rest she didn’t write simply because she didn’t feel like it.”

Daddy Zhaozhao blushed slightly, “You’re right, teacher. If the child has talent, she must be nurtured properly.” Maybe she won’t have to sweep streets after all if she learns well.

Sweeping streets is a decent job, of course, but what if she can find something better?

Daddy Zhaozhao left the office, his steps airy and buoyant as if walking on clouds. Unable to contain his glee, he pulled out his mobile phone to call Zhaozhao’s mother, “Tonight we must celebrate. The ancestral graves of the Shen family are spouting green smoke!”