Huayu: Starting by piggybacking on the fame of "Fairy Mom"

Chapter 32 I Want a Return

Early the next morning.

Zhou Xiaobai glanced disdainfully at the older sister who was still lazing in bed, shook his head, and muttered under his breath, "Sigh! What a waste of all that fat."

Get up, get dressed, and wash up.

After having breakfast and saying goodbye to the old lady, Zhou Xiaobai grabbed a big meat bun before leaving. Humming "I am a little bird," he flew towards his old nest at the orphanage.

Half an hour later, Zhou Wenqiong stretched out a big yawn.

Recalling Zhou Xiaobai's massage from last night, she immediately got up and rushed to the mirror to admire herself with satisfaction.

"Oh my! My stunning good looks, my beautiful face!" She admired it more and more, and couldn't help but murmur her praises.

My cousin was bragging to me during the National Day holiday. Should I ask her to brag back?

The moment the thought popped into my head, it grew wildly like weeds.

Zhou Wenqiong didn't want to waste a single minute. Washing up and getting dressed took only ten minutes—she was pleasantly surprised to find that she no longer needed to wear makeup.

I picked up the phone and dialed, and they answered quickly.

Liu Xiaoli failed to return home yesterday and is currently cuddling with An Qianqian in bed.

As soon as the call connected, she became impatient: "What are you doing so early in the morning? Don't you know it's a holiday today? Aren't you playing with the kid? Did your little cousin kick you off the bed? Or did he bite you...?"

She laughed heartily after saying that—her little cousin didn't like to sleep in, and if he clung to her, he would bite her, and if he got angry, he would kick her; she knew this all too well.

"Pah! That little brat ran off to the orphanage first thing in the morning." Zhou Wenqiong touched her cheek, looking mysterious. "I'm coming to find you now, I'll show you something good..."

After hanging up the phone, Zhou Wenqiong rushed out the door amidst the old lady's greetings.

Luckily, the old lady has presbyopia and wasn't wearing her glasses that morning. Otherwise, I would have stopped her and asked her directly: "Did you eat Tang Sanzang's flesh or something? How come you look so much younger!"

Twenty minutes later, at the song and dance troupe's home, Liu Xiaoli's house.

Liu Xiaoli kept touching Zhou Wenqiong's face with both hands, as if trying to confirm whether the radiant woman in front of her was indeed her cousin.

"Sister, aren't you envious? You're prettier than me now." Zhou Wenqiong raised her swan-like neck, as proud as a peacock spreading its tail feathers.

Liu Xiaoli swallowed hard, her Adam's apple bobbing. "Wenqiong, didn't my little cousin say he'd run out of internal energy? And that it would take a while before he regained it? Tell me quickly, what exactly happened?"

After saying that, a fierce glint flashed in her eyes: You, Zhou Xiaobai, you even hid from me that you had no internal energy left. I'll deal with you when I get back.

Now, whenever she and An Qianqian are unhappy, they take it out on Zhou Xiaobai.

She beats her daughter, but she has other methods.

An Qianqian nestled under the covers, her gossipy little ears perked up. Her mother and aunt's competition of beauty made her suppress her laughter, and she also silently mourned for Zhou Xiaobai!

……

At this moment, in the orphanage.

Zhou Xiaobai, who was sitting by the stove, shivered. He wondered: "It's so warm inside, it's not cold at all. That's strange."

"What's wrong with Xiaobai? Is it cold? Grandma will add some charcoal." Wang Shuzhen put down the "Songwriting Tutorial" in her hand and got up.

"No, Grandma Wang, I do have some ideas," Zhou Xiaobai said, making up an excuse. "If I were to learn music composition, given my current situation, it should be quick, right?"

"Was it really the old man with the white beard who touched you? Don't lie to me!" Wang Shuzhen didn't believe Zhou Xiaobai's claim of becoming "smarter" at all, finding it rather far-fetched. "Could it be that when I found you, you were starving and had fainted at the gate of the yard? And then Qianqian often beat you, making you smarter?"

Zhou Xiaobai was sweating profusely from her wild imagination; it wasn't far off the mark, though!

"Maybe, anyway, I'm a genius now." Zhou Xiaobai boasted, believing that having cheat codes was also a form of genius.

"So, little genius, you recognize all these characters?" Wang Shuzhen smiled and waved the book in her hand. She was naturally happy that her grandson was so promising.

For Wang Shuzhen, all the children who came out of the orphanage were her own children.

Since taking over the orphanage, she has adopted no fewer than a hundred children. She believes that Zhou Xiaobai will definitely be the most successful in the future—in her eyes, good looks and success are equal.

"Of course, you see, even though I hated studying back then, I always carried a dictionary with me. And once I figured it out, I can recite it backwards now," Zhou Xiaobai said with a smile.

What he said was indeed true, but the truth was that he had been reading by lamplight in his space last night, which is why he had the confidence to say that.

Last night, Anxi was being a know-it-all, and she would slap him whenever she caught him slacking off.

The reason is that Zhou Xiaobai is coming to see Grandma Wang today, and if he still can't read, wouldn't that be a waste of time?

The two idiots spent over ten days messing around in the space and finally memorized the entire Xinhua Dictionary.

Finally, all the hard work goes to Zhou Xiaobai, and the credit is rightfully given to An Qianqian.

"Here, take a look. Recite a few pages for me later?" Wang Shuzhen handed over the "Songwriting Tutorial" in her hand.

Zhou Xiaobai wasn't intimidated. A genius is someone who shows off and lets others know; hiding it makes one a fool.

Ten minutes later, he stopped at the fourth page and said with no small amount of pride, "Grandma Wang, I'm starting to memorize it."

"Hmm! You've got it? Recite it for me quickly!" Wang Shuzhen asked curiously, taking the book and waiting for Zhou Xiaobai to perform.

"A song is a comprehensive art form that combines music and poetry (literature). In this combination, the music (melody) plays a dominant role. It is not passively dependent on the lyrics, but actively reveals, enhances, and deepens the theme, emotional connotation, and literary imagery of the lyrics by using its own unique means of expression such as melody, rhythm, mode, and form, giving it a stronger artistic appeal and a broader space for imagination..."

Zhou Xiaobai spoke slowly, which allowed Wang Shuzhen to check the information one by one against the book.

Wang Shuzhen became increasingly alarmed as she listened. She looked at the words in the book, then at Zhou Xiaobai.

She felt like magic had come to life, and that she had found a child prodigy like the ones on TV?

She always thought that what was shown on TV was exaggerated, and that the "juvenile university class" was largely unrealistic.

I initially thought this child was just very mature, like a little adult, but with this photographic memory, this—

Wang Shuzhen swallowed hard. She took off her reading glasses and wiped them again and again. She had only one thought in her mind: What a loss! What a loss! How could the Zhou family have taken such a treasure?

We need to renegotiate the terms with the Zhou family; we really can't accept not providing any more sponsorship!

Thinking of this, Wang Shuzhen looked at the ceiling and sighed.

Zhou Xiaobai, who had stopped reciting, looked at Wang Shuzhen, who was staring blankly. Her expression made him uneasy. He waved his hand in front of her eyes and asked, "Grandma Wang, did I recite it wrong?"

"Uh! No, no, no! Good job, Xiaobai." Wang Shuzhen slapped her thigh and pulled Zhou Xiaobai to his feet. "Don't study for now. Grandma will boil an egg as a reward for you. Later, we'll go find your mother. I want to return her!"

Wang Shuzhen's words stunned Zhou Xiaobai.

Finally, the eggs were eaten, the studies continued, but sponsorship was definitely still needed.

The old lady was overjoyed when she received the call from the orphanage, and Zhou Xiaobai could hear the voice coming from the phone clearly!

Although it is customary for transactions to settle payments in full, the old lady was very generous and agreed to pay an additional five thousand yuan later.