I'm really good at this.

Su Xiaoyue jogged back to the classroom.

As soon as she returned to her seat, she lay face down on the desk, covered her face with her arms, and her body was trembling.

Gu Yan panicked: "Yueyue, are you alright, Yueyue?!"

She could have predicted that her idol would be disappointed.

This silly best friend got too caught up in the drama. Now that her idol has been shattered, she must be suffering a huge emotional blow.

Sigh, that's why we need to be rational when following celebrities.

Gu Yan is like that; she'll say she's a fan of anyone who's handsome, but in reality, she doesn't really like anyone, or she's just a casual fan.

So when it comes to idol devastation, she usually just observes it as a normal part of the story.

But Su Xiaoyue raising her head surprised Gu Yan.

She didn't cry.

Not only did she not cry, she was even laughing.

The trembling I was feeling just now was because I couldn't help but laugh.

Gu Yan quickly cupped her best friend's face in her hands: "Yueyue, have you gone crazy from all the shock?"

"I'm perfectly fine!" Rolling her eyes and swatting away her best friend's groping hand, Su Xiaoyue explained with a smile, "Because I'm sure of it, he's not Fang Bie, but he really is the Zhang Hong brother I imagined."

She did cry at first.

But upon closer reflection, she actually detected a hint of tenderness in Zhang Hong's cold words.

If you're not genuinely kind, why advise her to be rational about idol worship? Why advise her to focus on her studies?

This isn't a time for empty talk on a TV show; it's a space where only the two of us are present.

Who knows what those idols with scandals would do?

I certainly wouldn't privately advise her to stop idolizing celebrities and focus on her studies.

Although the words were cold, she could feel the warmth within them.

This is probably what true gentleness is all about.

In the drama, Fang Bie shoulders everything on his own shoulders, silently protecting the female lead.

Off-screen, Zhang Hong shattered her illusions with his cold tone, trying hard to be a bad person.

But he was actually concerned about his own future.

I knew I made the right choice in supporting this person!

Looking at her best friend, the girl declared, "Yan Yan, I've decided! I want to be a writer!"

Her dream is to write a good enough novel.

Then, after it's adapted into a TV series or movie, Zhang Hong can be the director and lead actor.

Before that, you must study hard and catch up silently.

I will strive to catch up with him one day.

When they meet again, she'll smile and say, "Five million, will you play the male lead in the story I wrote?"

By then, I'll have succeeded, right?

Thinking about it this way, I don't seem to be much different from those naive peers.

But to live like a plant, living only to survive, doing nothing but agreeing with others, and having no dreams.

This is not the life I want.

Being a minor means being immature.

Because only students of this age who are still in school are not exposed to the pressures of society.

That's why we have dreams.

............

Zhang Hong, who does a good deed every day, is unaware of this; he is currently dealing with another problem child.

"Maybe I misheard," Zhang Hong said, picking at his ear. "You said you refused?"

Thirteen-year-old Liang Ya, still sporting a cute baby hairstyle, refocused her gaze on the book in her hands: "Yes, I refuse."

Zhang Hong raised an eyebrow: "Can I know the reason?"

"Because that's unrealistic," Liang Ya replied. "Large-scale, humanoid, manually driven robots are unrealistic; they're just toys imagined by laymen."

This statement is consistent with what Grandpa Liang said about Liang Luo.

Zhang Hong had a plan in mind.

"Is this your true opinion, or are you just following orders?"

"That's my true feeling."

Zhang Hong sat down next to him and laughed: "Really? I don't believe it."

The boy lowered his head and continued reading: "Anyway, I'm not going to help."

Zhang Hong didn't speak, he just sat quietly.

For ten minutes, the two of them sat motionless on the edge of the playground.

Suddenly, Zhang Hong laughed: "You're lying."

Liang Ya didn't even look up: "I don't understand what you mean."

Zhang Hongchao leaned back on the bench: "Why don't you choose a quiet place to read? You have to sit by the playground and watch them play ball. Are you envious of these older brothers?"

Liang Ya kept her head down: "A group of people are just dribbling a ball pointlessly. I don't think it's meaningful. They should use that time to learn more."

"So here's the question: why choose this spot directly facing the playground? And..." Zhang Hong suddenly turned to look at him, "why haven't you turned a single page of this book in ten minutes?"

Liang Ya paused, then fell silent.

"Because you envy them, you envy that they can enjoy their youth. They're already seventeen or eighteen, and they can still play basketball without a care in the world. You're only thirteen, why should you just listen to your parents, study hard, and learn all sorts of mechanical knowledge and piano or something?"

Scratching his cheek, Zhang Hong continued to reveal the young boy's inner thoughts: "I heard it from your grandfather. He said your IQ was over 170 when you took the test. And until now, you've maintained a perfect score in all subjects except Chinese."

Zhang Hong then pointed to the book in his hand: "You've even started studying advanced mathematics, the kind you'd learn in college."

"Then why don't you skip a grade and go to university?"

Liang Ya was still holding the book, but the pages were slightly wrinkled from being rubbed by her thumb.

"There's only one answer," Zhang Hong concluded definitively. "This is your rebellion against your parents and elders, but you've always been a sensible and obedient child, so you followed their wishes and chose to skip a grade. But because of your inner rebellion, you chose to hide your true abilities and only skipped to the first year of high school."

You want to see your parents' disappointed expressions; it gives you a strange sense of satisfaction. Maybe even a touch of parental concern? Because you didn't satisfy them, you hope they'll put aside their work and pay more attention to you.

Zhang Hong put his arm around the boy's slightly thin shoulder and said softly, "Am I right?"

"Isn't this what I should do?" The boy suddenly raised his head and looked at him coldly. "My family is well-off, so I should cherish everything that I have. My parents gave me a good life, so it is only right that I meet their expectations and be the son they want."

Is there anything wrong with that? You wouldn't understand.

"That's right, who would understand what you're talking about? I'm just a third-generation poor peasant whose parents are both factory workers, absolutely a model citizen." Zhang Hong already knew how to deal with this brat. "But I've seen similar things before, want to hear about them?"

Before Liang Ya could respond, Zhang Hong told the story.

"I used to know a guy, a big boss, who used to be a good person, and then he started breaking the law. By the way, his father was an honest and upright official."

"He didn't lack money or a good life, but he still broke the law, and in the end, he dragged his father down with him."

Do you know why he did that?

Zhang Hong looked at the boy and said, "Because his father only cared about his own position and never considered his feelings, he wanted to take revenge on his father."

Well, this story shouldn't be a 404 error.

This is because it's a TV series that Zhang Hong, in his previous life as the Eighth Prince, acted in, and it's called "Black Hole".

It is a classic and excellent drama.

Liang Ya had certainly not watched this TV series.

However, he was clearly drawn in because he could empathize with the situation: "Did he ultimately succeed?"

"No, evil must be punished," Zhang Hong laughed. "By the way, until the very end, his father was still blaming him for dragging him down and ruining his career."

Liang Ya listened quietly without saying a word.

The devil chuckled and began his seductive whisper: "How about it, want to get revenge on your father? Or... see if he'll care about you?"

Liang Ya finally raised her head: "What do you want me to do?"

He's just a thirteen-year-old kid, what good is a high IQ if he can't escape the clutches of an "ordinary office worker" like me... Zhang Hong asked, "Let me ask first, are you sure you're in a good position to get into a top university?"

"A 985 university is so prestigious, you could get in with your eyes closed." Liang Ya frowned, her voice urgent. "What do I have to do to get his attention?"

"Tsk, this kid really deserves a beating..." Zhang Hong grinned, offering a terrible idea: "Let's start by skipping class. You've never skipped class before, have you? No, I doubt you've even been late for class. How about it? Skip class and then come with me and your grandpa to mess with that giant robot your dad scorns. You dare?"

"What's there to be afraid of!" Liang Ya closed her book, stood up, and asked, "When are you leaving?"

Zhang Hong smiled slightly: "Now, immediately, right now."

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