CHAPTER 37: CHAPTER 37: SO NARCISSISM REALLY IS INHERITED

Yue Ling was right.

In the past life, killing pigs and people; in this life, teaching pigs Chinese.

It’s really infuriating. Yu Yue, this pig-brain, his Chinese is horrendous, yet he has the audacity to be a playboy!

Pressing him to tearfully copy the idioms twenty times, Yu Xia browsed his phone to calm her own irritable mood.

Originally, she worried about invading his privacy, wondering if there might be anything she shouldn’t see, but he generously waved his hand, saying there was no need for this formality between uncle and niece.

Her mood improved slightly, and she assigned him the task of writing "destined but not fated" ten times.

Elementary students don’t use WeChat much, nor do they play around with Weibo; their QQ number is the most frequently used. In just a short while, more than ten red dots appeared on the penguin icon.

She didn’t open the messages but instead navigated to his QQ space.

This kid previously used a photo she took of him wearing sports clothes and holding a skateboard—youthful face showing traces of handsome features.

Quite like her brother. Back in the day, Yu Heng was also the school heartthrob. If he hadn’t been determined to pursue Yue Ling and started a family early, with his potential, he could definitely have been a playboy.

Now, the profile picture is a couple’s image with Little Strawberry—a refined photo of Yu Xia from an occasion where she attended a fashion event.

Actually using her photo as a couple’s profile picture? So what is Little Strawberry’s profile picture?

She asked while searching for Little Strawberry: "Aren’t you using couple’s profile pictures with Little Strawberry? Why is it my photo? What’s Little Strawberry’s picture?"

Yu Yue was diligently copying idioms, paused to think for a while, then continued copying without lifting his head and answered:

"Can’t remember clearly; it’s a photo of your boyfriend, but I don’t know which boyfriend recently."

He smugly added, "I just knew choosing a guy’s photo would mean frequent changes. I didn’t want to change, so I picked your photo. Indeed, last month she was complaining about changing it two or three times."

Yu Xia: "..."

Damn, so tempted to smack him one more time.

Right then, she opened Little Strawberry’s profile picture as a larger image, and to her surprise, it was Yuan Wang’s photo.

Should it be said that their elementary student information is not updated in time, or the information is not accurate?

Not knowing where to start complaining, she pondered and simply explained: "I don’t have a boyfriend, stop watching trash gossip."

Seeing him with a tendency to lift his head to inquire for gossip, she pushed him down with her hand and threatened, "Finish copying! If you don’t finish, forget about lunch; go drink seawater, playboy!"

Yu Yue shriveled.

She lowered her head to look at his nickname.

[My Heart is Cold and Lonely]

The personal signature reads: My heart is cold and lonely, needing your warmth.

...Feels like smacking him until his chest is cold and lonely.

His space posts are abundant, the newest one published last night.

[For you, I am willing to not compromise and resist till the end, but don’t worry too much, I will feel heartache]

The accompanying image is a photo of a man’s bruised mouth.

Making it seem like his parents’ mixed doubles match is a persecution against a persistent and resilient young man.

If Yu Heng sees this, there’ll be another beating.

The next one is a repost of someone else’s, roughly meaning that love is a slick little demon, he added text while reposting—

Yes, love is confusing my mind, apart from you, I can’t see anyone else’s beauty or goodwill.

Yu Xia covers her eyes with one hand, not knowing what opinion to express.

With dyslexic and awkwardly gloomy middle school remarks, her scalp tingles.

She wanted to advise Little Strawberry and the others not to bother with this scummy guy who scores 36 in Chinese.

After viewing a few more posts, predictably, all were cheesy and sentimental love declarations, interspersed with skateboard tutorials and one or two gaming records.

Afterwards, she deeply reflected on herself.

She still underestimated elementary students; their lives are clearly beyond spicy snacks and homework, they also involve early budding romantic feelings.

How should she persuade this nine-year-old scumbag to turn over a new leaf and study hard?

Yu Xia pondered long, when Yu Yue finished copying idioms, she suddenly and heavily said:

"Before, I just thought your Chinese grades were poor, now unexpectedly, it’s your brain that’s not so good."

Yu Yue, bewildered: "Aunt, why are you insulting me?"

"Haven’t you noticed? Mei doesn’t like you, Little Strawberry doesn’t like you, even that little sister sees your bad Chinese grades as barely acceptable.

There are better-looking and smarter people, why would they like a school scrub who is always getting beat up? Yet you are so narcissistic, thinking you are invincibly handsome. What’s blinding your eyes, making you so vain?"

Yu Yue: "Impossible."

"What’s impossible?"

"Impossible for someone to be both better looking and smarter than me."

"... Have you eaten too many children’s calcium tablets blocking your brain?"

She hugged her arms, stood up, and assessed like an online shopping package, then sharply commented:

"Short stature, terrible Chinese, afraid of using idioms in love letters. Also, you’re scummy, and skateboarding isn’t anything to boast about. Others can play basketball and know martial arts. If this were you, would you like a short and scummy guy like this?"

Short and scummy Yu Yue trembled, eyes reddening.

"I, I..."

Yu Xia was somewhat soft-hearted, thinking perhaps she’d overstimulated him, harming his self-esteem.

Then Yu Yue unexpectedly said, "I already knew they only see my handsome face! With so many shortcomings, why would they persist otherwise?!"

"......"

Never mind, brother, consider having a second child.

After exhausting discussions for an hour, going out for lunch, seeing the lovey-dovey couple across the table felt even more tiring.

Yu Heng looked at her, raising an eyebrow: "Is there hope?"

The sound of beating had already reached their ears earlier.

"Well, I surely can’t save him."

Yu Xia drank soup and ate, glancing at quail-like Yu Yue, then sighed.

"Brother, maybe enroll him in seven or eight tutoring and interest classes or something, he’s still too idle."

Yu Yue was shocked: "No! Aunt, you’re pushing me into the fiery pit!"

"I am thinking of pushing you into the East Sea."

Yu Yue shovelled a mouthful of rice, then looked pitifully at Yue Ling: "Mom—"

Yue Ling served Yu Xia a dish without glancing at him: "I’m not your mom."

Yu Yue deflated, slumped in his chair lamenting over spring and autumn.

Yu Heng was infuriated, really began considering: "Maybe enroll him in a rowing course, or a men’s morality class. It’d be good for him to know that trampling over several ships will eventually have consequences."

Yu Xia nearly spewed out her soup, coughing vigorously, thumbs up despite the cough.

"Brother, you’re truly a model among men."

Imagining a men’s morality class.

Yu Heng frowned while handing her tissue: "Be careful while eating, still like when you were a child."

At this point, Yu Yue was no longer worth discussing, the topic inexplicably shifted to Yu Xia.

Yu Heng, with a slightly unpleasant expression, asked her: "Why have you been a gossip magnet lately?"

Yue Ling smilingly asked her: "I watched your show yesterday too, it’s amusing, especially that younger guy in your group seems to be your type."

"Cough cough cough!"

Alright, now there’s a thunderous sound of coughing.