My second life is a bit strange?

Feng frowned; this had been going on for several days now: "Where's Yu Xing?"

"In the shower."

"Sweetie, go watch some TV, I'll go cook."

"Good~"

At the dinner table, Shirogane Miyuki's expression was also a bit off. The two of them just ate in silence, while Kei continued to innocently talk about what happened in her class.

Feng didn't sleep well that night. Suddenly, he heard the door open. He opened his sleepy eyes, checked his phone, and saw that it was already past 2 a.m.

Feng quietly pushed open the door and saw his father sitting forlornly on the sofa, seemingly devoid of all strength, unable to light the lighter no matter what he tried. The sparks from the flint made him uneasy.

My mother's hair was a little messy, and there were traces of crying on her face.

"Dad, Mom..."

The father's hand holding the lighter froze, and he turned his head, revealing a smile that was more like a grimace: "It's Feng. Why aren't you asleep yet? It's so late."

After another silence, the father finally lit a cigarette. He rarely smoked at home, and his hand trembled as he flicked the ash.

"Although I can't be of much help, it's my way of showing my appreciation." Feng handed a bankbook to his father. Even though he didn't know what had happened, he had made preparations in advance.

"This is.."

"The prize money I received from the competition, as well as the copyright fees for the music."

The father's forehead wrinkles seemed to have deepened, and he really didn't know what to say because he truly needed the money.

Seeing his father's predicament, he pretended to be sleepy and yawned before returning to his room: "Alright, I should go to sleep now. I have class tomorrow."

He stared at the ceiling, listening to the conversation outside. As he drifted off to sleep, he heard arguing in the living room and soft sobbing. He vaguely heard his mother make a phone call to Hiratsuka Shizuka.

When Feng woke up the next day, he found a note next to his pillow.

Consider this money a loan from your father; I will definitely pay you back in the future.

There was also a thumbprint on it.

Feng solemnly locked the note in the drawer, muttering, "A man's promise, huh?"

Pushing open the door, I saw my mother helping Xiao Gui get dressed, and my father sitting on the sofa reading the newspaper, as if nothing had happened and everything was as usual.

"Good morning, brother~" Xiao Gui ran over excitedly before he had even finished putting on his pants.

"Good morning, Xiaofeng." The mother's smile returned.

Shirogane Miyuki, clutching a basketball, hurriedly tried to leave, saying, "I have training, I'm running late."

"Have a couple of bites before you leave!"

Shirogane Miyuki rushed out with a piece of bread in his mouth, not forgetting to greet him: "Good morning, Kaede."

"Good morning," Feng said with a smile.

Chapter Eleven That Summer

Bai Yinfeng was so sleepy he couldn't stand it anymore. He tried desperately to open his eyes, but his eyelids seemed to have a mind of their own and closed again without him realizing it.

He could only poke Shinomiya in the back with his hand, and when she turned around, he quietly handed her a note.

Kaguya glanced at the teacher, then quietly opened the note. The feeling of being a thief made her heart race; it was a strange sensation.

[Shinomiya-kun, could you move over and sit somewhere to block the teacher's view? I want to lie down and take a nap.]

Kaguya, understanding the unspoken message, quietly moved to the side. Shirogane then propped the book up to block the view from the corridor, leaned on the table, closed his eyes, and fell asleep almost immediately.

While asleep, Maple felt uncomfortable with her arms curled up, so she stretched them forward and the back of her hand touched Kaguya's back. Kaguya jumped, and the tips of her ears turned visibly red.

She wanted to sit further forward, but she was afraid that the teacher would see her, so she could only suppress her embarrassment and listen to the lesson.

Kaguya waited until the end of get out of class before moving forward a little.

Eriri shook the other person awake in an annoyed tone: "What did you do last night? You're so sleepy."

"Nothing, I just woke up suddenly in the middle of the night. My sleep quality has been a bit poor. What class is the last one?"

"Practicing calligraphy. I heard the teacher is a calligraphy master." Eriri flipped through the class schedule.

"Hmm~~ I'm definitely going to take a good nap after lunch." Feng stretched and patted his face to cheer himself up.

The class representative also helped the calligraphy teacher move the materials over and distribute them to the students.

After the teacher taught them some simple strokes, they were asked to practice on their own and hand in a sentence they liked at the end of class.

Seeing the leaves outside the window turning yellow, Feng knew what he should write, and picked up the ink stick to gently grind the ink.

"Has Ah Feng decided what he wants to write?"

Fujiwara Chika looked at him curiously.

"That's right."

"Even Eriri is about to start writing? This is so frustrating." Fujiwara Chika kept pressing her temples, still completely lost.

He had practiced calligraphy before, and after deciding on the layout, he finished writing in no time, looking at his masterpiece with satisfaction.

"Ah Feng, I showed you mine, now let me see yours too."

Fujiwara Chika handed Kaede her writing; the paper only had two large characters written on it: "Bento".

"You rascal, didn't the teacher say that you should write one sentence and you only wrote two words?"

"I only wrote two words too." Kimura suddenly chimed in from behind, perhaps because he couldn't resist getting to know a like-minded friend.

He wrote the words "barbecue" directly on his paper.

Feng couldn't help but chuckle: "You two are really gluttons."

Kimura snorted twice, giving him a look that said, "You're still far from understanding. When it comes to the two things in life—eating and drinking—I don't think you understand anything at all!"

Everyone was amused by his funny tone, and Feng then handed his own copy to everyone.

Two or three years have passed in the blink of an eye, and autumn is here again.

"Ah Feng's handwriting is so beautiful."

"Not as good-looking as Shinomiya-kun, she must have been training since she was little, right?" Kaede saw a line written by Kaguya.

Four seasons, coastline, fireworks.

Although I don't understand what she's trying to say.

"Yes." As a noble lady, she was naturally arranged by her family to learn various skills from a young age.

"Eri, what did you write?" Kaede asked curiously.

But Eriri secretly refused to let him see it.

Who is the class monitor?

The teacher, who was passing the time with tea, said that it was almost time, and Feng quickly raised his hand.

"Um, could you please collect everyone's homework, Shirogane?"

Upon hearing this, Feng immediately grinned mischievously and gave Eriri a meaningful look: "I understand." Then he started collecting the items from the first row.

Eriri immediately realized something was terribly wrong; this guy would definitely look at her homework when he collected it!!

【Teeth are white!!】

Sure enough, when Kaede received Eriri's homework, he had a mischievous grin on his face: "Hurry up and hand in your homework, Eriri-kun?"

"Wait, wait a minute, I haven't finished writing yet! I'll hand it in myself later." Eriri stammered.

Feng couldn't help but laugh out loud: "Okay."

After collecting everyone's homework, Eriri handed in hers alone, secretly hiding it at the bottom when Kaede wasn't looking.

Eriri thought everything was settled, but to her surprise, the teacher selected ten outstanding students and posted their names at the very back of the classroom, behind Kaede's seat.

As a result, Feng kept suppressing his laughter during afternoon class. The paper had three seemingly unrelated words written on it: "summer," "piano," and "juice."

Eriri watched the boy cover his mouth and giggle, and felt so shy she wanted to disappear into a crack.

In the last ten minutes of the afternoon English class, the teacher did a listening exercise. He read the dialogue in the textbook at a relatively slow speed and then asked the students to write down what they heard in their notebooks.

These are quite difficult for students who are new to this subject. The teacher reads very slowly and gives them a little time to react after each reading.

These were easy for Feng. After finishing writing, he would stare out the window and twirl his pen in a daze. But he was so engrossed in writing that he didn't hear what the teacher was saying later.

A large section was missing in the middle. When I hurriedly started to catch up, my pen fell to the ground. By the time I bent down to pick it up, I had already finished reading the passage.

After clearing some space, he began to memorize the following sentences, feeling a tickling sensation in his mind, as if a cat was scratching at him, and the thought of sneaking a peek popped into his head.

[It's too much trouble to be punished by having to memorize things in the office for spacing out; I'll just take a look.]

My fingers quietly slipped into the book, first flipping through the margins to find the corresponding page number, glancing at the teacher's position, and then slowly turning the pages to reveal the moment I was about to see it.

He heard light footsteps beside him and immediately closed his book. He twirled his pen as if nothing had happened and secretly glanced to the side, only to find that the teacher had unknowingly come up to him. He was almost caught red-handed.

[Damn it, do teachers teleport?]

Feng eventually gave up because the teacher stood next to him and wouldn't leave. Perhaps it was because the students in his group wrote faster, and the dictation speed also increased a lot, causing some students with poor grades to sigh and complain.

"Ah Feng, come to my house for dinner tonight. My mom and your mom have already talked to each other."

"it is good."

Aunt Xiaobaihe was very kind to him, but the way she looked at him was a little strange, making him feel uneasy.

"Take it back and come with me to the supermarket on the way. I need to buy some paint and some refill boxes."

"Ah."

Chapter Twelve: Naïve

When they arrived at Eriri's house, Kaede saw Yuriko, dressed in a traditional Chinese dress, smiling and waving at them.

"Oh my, Xiaofeng seems to have grown quite a bit taller again." She held a folding fan, half-covering her face as she looked him up and down, appearing very satisfied.

Eriri, who was standing nearby, looked over and could see Kaede's profile. He had a slight smile on his lips, which looked very handsome.

Wow, Ah Feng is so much taller than me now!