The school beauty is aloof? Whatever, she has a younger sister.

Chapter 115 Father and son are birds of a feather.

Zhang Muchen's gaze fell on the back of Mei Yinglan's hand, his eyes following the IV tube upwards until he saw the clear liquid slowly dripping down.

"Mom, what's wrong?"

Zhang Muchen's expression gradually turned to astonishment.

He quickly stood up and went to Mei Yinglan's hospital bed: "Mom, where do you feel unwell? Why are you on an IV drip?"

Upon hearing Zhang Muchen's address, Chu Jiuli paused for a moment, her gaze slowly falling on the pale-faced middle-aged woman.

Is she Zhang Muchen's mother?

Chu Jiuli shifted her body awkwardly and covered her legs with the blanket.

Zhang Muchen's mother was hospitalized, but his son stayed with her.

What does this sound like?

Chu Jiuli felt a little embarrassed.

Her fingertips twitched slightly, unsure whether she should say something.

On the other side, Mei Yinglan and Zhang Beifang shifted their gaze from Chu Jiuli to Zhang Muchen, who was walking over.

Mei Yinglan's face was pale, but that didn't stop her from frowning.

"Zhang Beifang, is this what you meant by your son spending the night at a classmate's house?"

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Zhang Beifang's expression froze for a moment, then he scratched his head and chuckled awkwardly. He then looked at Zhang Muchen and said seriously, "Didn't you say you were going to a classmate's house to spend the night? How did it turn into you spending the night with your classmate in the hospital? Did I mishear you?"

Zhang Muchen instantly understood the excuse his father was giving him and quickly went along with it: "That's right, Dad, you misheard me. I meant spending the night with a classmate."

"hehe."

Mei Yinglan watched the father and son perform their act.

Neither of them told the truth.

Feeling his wife's angry gaze, Zhang Beifang quickly reached out to adjust the IV drip rate for Mei Yinglan, trying to do something small to calm her down.

Zhang Muchen looked at his mother again: "Mom, why are you sick?"

Mei Yinglan glanced at him irritably and snorted coldly, "You're the one who made me angry."

Excellent, a classic parent's statement.

Zhang Muchen pursed her lips.

He looked at Zhang Beifang, waiting for his father to explain.

"Your mother has acute gastroenteritis; an IV drip will do the trick."

"Oh, all right."

Zhang Muchen breathed a sigh of relief.

Mei Yinglan was sulking on the side.

Evening self-study hadn't ended yet, and her son had actually come to the hospital to be with the girl.

Just like his father!
Mei Yinglan grew angrier the more she thought about it, and reached out to pinch Zhang Beifang, who was sitting next to the hospital bed.

Ah!
"Honey, why are you pinching me when our son did something wrong?"

"It's because you spoiled him."

Zhang Beifang silently took two steps back.

Angry women, regardless of age, are unreasonable.

Zhang Muchen watched his parents' interaction with a sense of normalcy. He turned his head and glanced at Chu Jiuli, who was looking down and remaining silent.

“Mom, you and my deskmate both have gastroenteritis,” Zhang Muchen suddenly said.

"Your deskmate?" Mei Yinglan turned her head to the side.

She followed Zhang Muchen's gaze to the girl in the next hospital bed.

A fair face, delicate features, and long, black hair falling naturally.

I hadn't looked at it closely before.

Upon closer inspection, the little girl is truly beautiful.
A hint of surprise flashed in Mei Yinglan's eyes.

"Mom, let me introduce you."

Zhang Muchen took a step back, standing between the two hospital beds. Then he turned to the side, pointing at Chu Jiuli with one hand. "Mom, let me introduce you to our Class 9, Grade 11's top student, the sports representative, a prospective Tsinghua/Peking University student, and the school beauty of No. 1 High School—Chu Jiuli!"

Hearing Zhang Muchen suddenly mention her, Chu Jiuli raised her eyes in a daze.

Mei Yinglan was also stunned for a moment, digesting Zhang Muchen's series of rhetorical prefixes.

After a brief silence, Mei Yinglan's eyes suddenly lit up.

"Son, you said this pretty young girl's name is Chu Jiuli?"

“Yes, Mother.” Zhang Muchen straightened her back and nodded solemnly.

"Wife, do you know her?" Zhang Beifang interrupted.

"Nonsense. How could I not know that my son is first in his class? The teacher specifically praised him at the parent-teacher conference."

Mei Yinglan glanced at him sideways: "Next time you go to the parent-teacher conference for the child."

"okay."

Zhang Beifang nodded silently.

I asked unnecessary questions and ended up taking on extra work for myself.
"Hello, Jiuli, I am Zhang Muchen's mother."

Mei Yinglan's eyebrows curved upwards, and a weak but gentle smile appeared on her face.

"Hello, Auntie. I'm Chu Jiuli, Zhang Muchen's deskmate."

Mei Yinglan smiled and said, "Oh my, she's actually Mu Chen's deskmate. What a coincidence!"

"Jiuli, I heard from Teacher Liu that you are particularly good at math. You should help Mu Chen more in the future."

Chu Jiuli nodded, and just as she was about to speak, Zhang Muchen interrupted her.

"Mom, Chu Jiuli is tutoring me in math right now. And I'm tutoring her in English too. We're study partners who help each other and make progress together. Don't worry, your son will definitely get into a 985 university in the future."

As he spoke, Zhang Muchen turned his head and grinned at Chu Jiuli: "Right, deskmate?"

Chu Jiuli was slightly taken aback.

She paused for two seconds, then nodded gently: "Auntie, if Zhang Muchen studies hard, he has a chance to get into a 985 university."

"!!!"

Upon hearing this, Mei Yinglan was overjoyed, and even her stomach pain seemed to lessen.

She turned to look at Zhang Beifang, her voice filled with undisguised joy: "Beifang, did you hear that? Our son can get into a 985 university."

"Uh"

Zhang Beifang stroked his chin, his gaze shifting between Chu Jiuli and his son before finally settling on Mei Yinglan's excited face.

I don't know if our son will get into a top university, but I can guess what he's thinking about sleeping around.

Zhang Beifang narrowed his eyes and pondered for a moment.

Regardless of the purpose, it's always a good thing that my son is willing to study hard.

"Son, safety is very important. No matter where you go, be sure to pay attention to safety. Safety first, safety first." Zhang Beifang suddenly patted Zhang Muchen on the shoulder and said meaningfully.

"Oh"

The father and son looked into each other's eyes, and Zhang Muchen instantly understood, grinning from ear to ear.

However, Mei Yinglan and Chu Jiuli, who were on the hospital bed, were completely bewildered by Zhang Beifang's sudden words. They exchanged a glance, their eyes filled with confusion.

Something about that sounds a bit odd.

Forget it...

Mei Yinglan frowned slightly.

My husband is like that; he's always being irresponsible and can't say anything serious.

She sighed and lay back down.

Chu Jiuli turned her head slightly to look at Zhang Muchen, and then at Zhang Beifang.

Zhang Beifang has a tall and straight figure, and there is a mature man's composure between his brows.

But when he laughs.
The father and son have exactly the same smile.

The curve of his lips, the narrowing of his eyes, and that slightly mischievous, calculating air about him.

It's completely copied and pasted.
Chu Jiuli lowered her eyes silently, lost in thought.

I get the feeling that Uncle and Zhang Muchen are...
Birds of a feather?
That inherent frivolity of mine probably isn't hereditary, right?
(End of this chapter)