Zerg: The female warrior's male master is acting strangely!

Meanwhile, Heroiyi, who had been taken home by Sirland, spoke volumes in silence.

"Why, why, why...?"

Sierland sat in his chair, rubbing his forehead in frustration, feeling a throbbing pain in his temples—from the school gate until now, Yi Yi had been asking him hundreds of times, "Why didn't my parents come to pick me up?"

At first, he patiently explained, using platitudes like "They have something to do," "They'll be here later," and "Come home with me first."

The more polite he was, the more excited Yi Yi became. In the end, Xierland had no choice but to tell the truth: "They went to the Two Insect World. They went on a date."

He thought this answer would be enough to shut the little guy up, but to his surprise, the brat not only didn't appreciate it, but became even more energetic.

"What is meant by the world of two insects?"

"Why go through the world of two insects?"

Why didn't they wait for me?

"Do they not want me anymore?"

Holoi blinked her big, round eyes at him, her chubby face full of persistence, and pressed on relentlessly, "Why won't you tell me?"

The last syllable of the note was drawn out, as if it carried a hint of grievance and coquetry, but to Sirland's ears it sounded like a death knell.

Finally, Sirland lost his temper. He straightened his face and asked in a harsh tone, "Have you finished your homework?"

Have you previewed tomorrow's lessons?

These two sentences were like two sharp knives, precisely striking at Heroiyi's vitals.

The little guy's mouth suddenly shut, as if his endless stream of questions had been paused, and the whole worm visibly wilted.

Heroie obediently said "Oh," then lowered her head and picked at her fingers and skin, not daring to ask another question.

Seeing that he had finally quieted down, Sirland hadn't even had a chance to breathe a sigh of relief before he keenly noticed that something was wrong with Yi Yi.

This brat is so guilty he doesn't even dare to look at him?

Its fingers kept picking at itself, and its eyes darted around as if searching for an escape route...

Sirland narrowed his eyes, and his first reaction was to reach out and grab the deflated backpack on the sofa. He quickly unzipped it and peered inside.

What came into view was a brand new book, two gummy candies, half a cookie, and a half-finished nutritional supplement, all haphazardly crammed together.

Sirland's lips twitched, but the ominous premonition in his heart grew stronger.

Seeing that he was about to take his books, Holoiyi reacted instinctively and lunged forward to snatch the bag back.

But Sierland reacted much faster, not only gripping the bag tightly but also quickly pulling out one of the books.

Seeing this, Herroy's face turned pale instantly. He was afraid that Sirland would test him on some trivia, and it would be too embarrassing if he couldn't answer it. So he decisively adopted the most primitive strategy: run!

In just a few seconds, he quickly said, "I'm so tired, I'm going to eat," and then turned around and ran towards the kitchen without looking back. His short legs moved faster than if he were running for his life.

Sierland glanced at his round back, but didn't chase after him. He simply opened the book in his hand silently.

On the first page, four large, crooked characters were written in the blank space: Heroy.

The handwriting looked like it was crawling on insects; the strokes that should have extended were not, and the strokes that should have been left out were crooked, but it was still written correctly.

The second page is the table of contents, neatly arranged.

The main text begins on page four, but there are no ink marks on the page—no highlighted notes, no class notes, no teacher annotations, nothing at all.

Unconvinced, Sirland continued flipping through the pages, one after another. His expression grew increasingly grim, for every page looked brand new, as if it had just been handed out, without a trace of crease.

It's obvious that this book has never been turned since the first page, which has the name on it!

Most importantly, there are several subjects in the basic lower grades, but there is no trace of any other books in this brat's schoolbag.

In an instant, Sirland felt a surge of nameless rage welling up in his chest, a fire that shot straight to the top of his head and made his temples throb.

His knuckles turned white as he gripped the book, and he couldn't wait to grab his unfilial son and give him a good beating.

Because he was certain that it was Holoien who had spoiled Yiyi, which was why the little brat didn't even pack his schoolbag, open his books, or bring his homework home!

He took several deep breaths before barely suppressing the urge to stand up and grab the stick. Then he slammed the book shut, threw it back into his bag, and got up to walk towards the kitchen.

He wanted to see how that little brat would explain that there was only one book in his backpack with his name on it.

When Sirland reached the kitchen door, he saw the short figure standing on tiptoe by the counter, clutching a small cookie he'd somehow produced, crunching it loudly in his mouth. When he saw Sirland, the figure quickly hid the remaining half behind his back.

Sierland stood at the door, staring at his blatant attempt to cover up his blunder, and the question that was on the tip of his tongue suddenly got stuck in his throat.

Heroy looked at him with a nervous tremor, but somehow mustered the courage to ask, as if possessed, "My book...are you going to scold me?"

What do you think?

Holoi lowered her head and took another bite of the biscuit, chewing slowly for a long time before whispering, "Next time, I'll pay attention in class next time."

He added after saying that, "But I really don't know why I brought the book back. The instructor had already finished explaining everything in class, and I still couldn't understand the book."

"?" Sirland stared at him with a suspicious look, suddenly remembering that Heroion was like this when he was a child. When he failed a test, he would say "I don't know" with a straight face. He would not cry when he was beaten. He would just stare at you and try to reason with you. If you couldn't reason with him, he would fight. If he couldn't win, he would shut up and eat in silence.

He closed his eyes, sighed again, but didn't get angry. "From now on, do your homework first after school, and then take a picture of it with your computer and send it to me for checking, understand?"

"Okay," she replied, then asked hesitantly, "Then... will you scold me?"

Sierland nodded and said, "Yes."

"Will you hit me?"

Sierland hesitated for a few seconds, then changed his mind: "We'll see."

Herroy: "..."