New Century Anime Warrior

The Si family's self-built house, second floor living room.

Si Hua sat properly on the hard Luohan chair, obedient and well-behaved.

As for the sofa... that's a high-end item that only my mother can sit on.

The Luohan chair, made of precious wood, with right-angled armrests and a hard, embossed backrest, is a chair that feels like torture when you sit on it. Only this wicked son is worthy of sitting on it.

Of course, as a rosewood enthusiast, Mr. Si is also worthy of sitting on it. After all, for a Luohan chair, it's a matter of right and wrong, and if even he doesn't sit on it, no one else in the family will want to.

Si Ma's surname is Tang, and her given name is Tang Huijuan. She used to be a worker in a sewing factory. Later, during the wave of layoffs, she voluntarily applied to be laid off, which can be regarded as responding to the call of the country.

Actually, Ms. Tang was pregnant with her second child at the time, and the couple, who had always dreamed of having both a son and a daughter, decided to secretly get married.

Before the millennium, people at the grassroots level always had various methods to ensure that having many children meant good fortune... especially after being laid off, when their work experience became blank, there was even more room for manipulation.

Of course, it's definitely not because I wanted to voluntarily resign and get more "breakup money".

The father's surname is... His full name is Si Hong, and he is a civil servant in the county government.

No, by 2005, our hometown had already been upgraded from a county to a city, so Si's father should be a civil servant in the municipal government now.

After being laid off, Tang Huijuan found it inconvenient to continue working and also wanted to take care of her newborn sister.

So the couple decided to convert the side entrance on the first floor of their self-built house into a shop, and Mr. Si also asked someone to get him a tobacco and alcohol license.

Ms. Tang went from being a laid-off worker to becoming a small business owner, opening her own tobacco and liquor shop.

2005 was a time when drinking culture was prevalent. From individuals to groups, from enterprises to governments, if you wanted to discuss business, you couldn't do without a bottle of wine at the table.

Moreover, the more expensive the wine, the better it sells, since the host needs to save face, and the person hosting also needs to save face.

The Si family's tobacco and liquor shop is very powerful because Si's father met an older brother who took the initiative to start a business when he was young.

There is a source of goods.

The eldest brother graduated from Peking University. He was a very ambitious and wild guy. After ten years of wandering, he finally returned to his hometown and started a real estate business.

He also took the provincial agency rights for Maozi with him and returned home in glory.

Thus, the Si family's small tobacco and liquor shop became one of the few places in their hometown, a small county-level city, that could reliably obtain Feitian Maotai liquor.

That was incredibly arrogant.

This is something that puzzles Si Hua.

It's four o'clock in the afternoon now. Shouldn't my mother be downstairs watching the shop at this time?

How did Mom manage to catch me sneaking onto the computer so accurately?

Cross out the next sentence.

I absolutely did not play on the computer; I was genuinely researching information!

Seemingly noticing Si Hua's confusion, Ms. Tang snorted coldly, "You little brat, you're a piece of barbecued pork I gave birth to. I know you want to fart the moment you bend over..."

"Mom, you don't have to say such disgusting things."

"Fine, fine, you're complaining about your mom coming?!"

Ms. Tang's voice suddenly rose eight octaves, "I shouldn't have given birth to you! I might as well have given birth to a piece of barbecued pork!"

"Mom, you just said I was a piece of barbecued pork you gave birth to, so it doesn't matter, there's no need to regret it..."

"..."

"Hey, hey, hey, Tang Huijuan, where did you get this clothes hanger? Why doesn't it rock back?"

Tang Huijuan was instantly enraged. She never expected her usually obedient son to be so sarcastic today.

This new anger, combined with old resentment, instantly reminded Ms. Tang that she hadn't used the "Eighteen Styles of the Tin Hanger" on her obedient son in ten years.

Fortunately, his mother felt sorry for her son and only made a gesture as if she was about to hit him.

After quickly admitting defeat and calming her mother down, Si Hua finally had more time to marvel at the power of time.

After all, Mom's hand movement was too nimble. If she had reacted any slower, she would have been eating stir-fried pork with a clothes hanger again after ten years...

Is this the power of youth?

So terrifying.

After a playful tussle, the mother and son eventually returned to their usual conversation about life.

"Mom... I really didn't play on the computer, I was just looking up information."

"Okay, tell me what you checked? Did you check the new game console or the new anime?"

Tang Huijuan leaned back, adopting an attitude of "you can make up whatever you want, I'll just listen."

"Really, I'm researching university majors."

Si Hua knows her parents very well, and they always attach great importance to their children's studies.

Sure enough, as soon as Tang Huijuan heard that her son was researching university majors and doing something worthwhile, she immediately sat up straight.

The Si family has always been quite democratic. At least when it comes to their children's studies, Si's parents never force them, after all, they themselves only graduated from high school.

In their words, after their son entered junior high school, they, as parents, could no longer tutor him or help him with his studies...

The son and daughter probably have a broader perspective and more ideas than these two old folks.

Parents only need to provide for their children, ensuring they have food to eat even in their most desperate times.

In fact, even twenty years later, when Si Hua himself had graduated with a doctorate, he still didn't have the foresight of his parents.

"So, what are your thoughts? Which major are you interested in?"

"Could you prepare yourself mentally before I say anything?" Si Hua asked cautiously.

"...Where did you hide my clothes hanger?"

"No, no, no, I'll confess, I'll confess everything!" Si Hua quickly raised his hands in surrender.

"Mom, I don't want to be a science student anymore!"

"?"

Upon hearing this, Ms. Tang's pupils dilated in shock, and she instinctively reached for the clothes hanger.

In her common sense, not being a science student is equivalent to dropping out of school...

After all, someone who only scored 48 points in the Chinese exam in the middle school entrance exam is better off going to work in a factory tightening screws than choosing to study humanities.

The sheer urge to pull out a clothes hanger and practice eighteen different moves in just one hour today is worth more than it would take thirty years to achieve.

"Huh? Huh! I know you're in a hurry, but don't rush!"

Another chaotic scene ensued. "Listen to me first! I have plenty of reasons!"

Finally, Ms. Tang, who had managed to persuade him to stop, looked at her son's explanation with a stern face.

Si Hua didn't waste any words. He went back to his room on the third floor, searched for a long time, and finally found a piece of A4 white paper and a 2B pencil.

Then, under her mother's watchful eye, Si Hua quickly and accurately drew a panoramic picture with distinct layers and intricate details using only a pencil.

This is Si Hua's traditional, old-fashioned skill in hand-drawing engineering drawings, honed through years of hard work on construction sites, in machine rooms, and in design institutes.

As always, it is exquisite, efficient, and beautiful, full of mechanical aesthetics.

It was an upside-down city, seemingly situated atop a huge underground cavity.

Below the cavity are a pair of interlocking, opposite pyramids, surrounded by lush hills and forests.

Countless beams of light, like holy light, shone down from the inverted buildings above the giant cavity.

A magnificent, suffocating aura, like that of a post-apocalyptic fortress, swept over us.

It is the fictional strategic fortress in EVA, and the headquarters of the NERV organization.

Underground city.

Si's mother couldn't help but gasp.

"So you said you wanted to enroll in a traditional Chinese painting class, but you took the money and went to learn sketching instead?"

Now it was Si Hua's turn to gasp in surprise. Why wasn't his mother playing by the rules?

Something seems off about her focus.

"No, Mom, shouldn't you be amazed by your son's skills?"

As he spoke, Si Hua used the tip of his pen to circle and mark various key points on the paper. "Look at these lines, look at this pen control, look at this perspective, look at this texture, look at this light and shadow..."

Aren't you surprised at all?

Ms. Tang was still completely confused. She looked at her son's face, then at the city map that was indeed very well drawn, and slowly said...

"Is it possible... your elderly mother didn't understand what technique you used at all?"

Si Hua was momentarily speechless after being teased by his mother, and gave her a thumbs up.

What she said made so much sense that I didn't dare to argue with her at all.

"Then tell me if it looks good or not?"

"It looks good! Even if my son draws a blob of something, it still looks good."

"...Thank you, Mom."