Sang Chi didn't know how old he was. But after hearing what he said and thinking of Sang Yan's age, she frowned and said unhappily, "You are quite old."
"… "
You are quite old.
Quite old.
old.
Although Duan Jiaxu didn't care much about age, he still felt like a knife in the heart when he heard these words.
Duan Jiaxu didn't know how to describe his feelings at the moment, as he was labeled "old" just after turning 20. He exhaled slowly and asked word by word, "Am I old?"
Sang Chi nodded again: "You are old."
"… "
Silence for a few seconds.
"Kid, you think I'm old," Duan Jiaxu stared at her, probably thinking it was too absurd and ridiculous, and was speechless and laughed, "Then why don't you call me uncle?"
"Oh." Sang Chi thought about it and felt that it made sense, so he immediately changed his words, "Uncle."
"… "
The little girl's eyes were round and big, clear and clean, without any impurities. She spoke seriously, as if every word she said came from the heart.
Use the most innocent expression to add insult to injury.
Chen Mingxu, who was standing next to them, interrupted their conversation. He poured a glass of water for Duan Jiaxu and said awkwardly, "Sorry, please sit down for a while. I drank too much water, so I need to go to the toilet first."
Duan Jiaxu adjusted his mood and turned back to say, "Okay."
Perhaps he was too bored, after Chen Mingxu left, Duan Jiaxu turned his head away and started arguing with Sang Chi about what happened just now: "Do you know that if you call me that, your brother has to call me that too, right?"
Sang Chi answered honestly: "I don't know."
Duan Jiaxu: "So should I call you brother or uncle?"
Sang Chi thought about it and reluctantly said, "Then I'll just call you brother."
Duan Jiaxu's brows relaxed and he said leisurely, "You're quite protective of your brother."
"What do you mean by protecting him?" Sang Chi didn't understand what he said. "Why should I protect him? He always bullies me. I just don't want him to call you uncle."
"Why?"
"He looks older than you."
"… "
Duan Jiaxu was surprised to get such an answer. He suddenly laughed out loud, and then he suppressed his laughter and repeated: "Sang Yan looks older than me?"
Sang Zhi: “Yes.”
Although the battle among the "old" was won.
Duan Jiaxu was still in a good mood. He coughed lightly and asked modestly, "Kid, how do you know he is older than me?" After that, he added, "I think they are about the same age."
Sang Chi looked at his face, then quickly lowered her eyes and said in a gentle voice, "There is still a little difference."
"… "
The next second, a woman knocked on the open door of the office and looked over here, looking a little shy: "Hello, is Fu Zhengchu's head teacher here?"
Teacher Zhang also stood up quickly: "Yes! You are Zhengchu's sister, right?"
The woman smiled and walked in: "That's right."
Fu Zhengchu, who had been standing for a long time, couldn't help but complain: "Sister, why did you come just now?"
Sang Chi looked over.
The woman's eyebrows and eyes were somewhat similar to Fu Zhengchu's. She was wearing a white dress and looked very student-like. She wore light makeup, had light lips, and had a beautiful and outstanding face. She whispered to Fu Zhengchu, "I came here right after class. It's a little far."