The baby slapped me, and I said, "Sit on my lap and slap me."

Chapter 212 IF Route: Childhood Sweethearts

Wen Yu had just arrived home and hadn't even changed his shoes when he started pestering Ruan Xinhe.

"Mom, I want to transfer schools."

Ruan Xinhe was taken aback. "Transfer schools? You're doing so well at Shenghua, why would you want to transfer?"

Shenghua Noble Middle School is the best private school in northern Beijing, offering a continuous education from elementary to high school. Those who can get in are either rich or noble.

Wenyu has been studying there for nine years and is already very comfortable there. Why does he suddenly want to transfer schools now?

Wen Yu turned his face away from her, saying, "I just want to turn around."

"Where would you like to transfer to?"

"Beijing No. 1 Middle School."

Ruan Xinhe was even more confused.

Although Jingbei No.1 Middle School is a key public school, it is worlds apart from Shenghua Middle School.

What kind of operation is it to transfer from the best private school to a public school?

"Why?" she pressed.

Wen Yu pursed his lips, refusing to speak no matter what.

Unable to get an answer, Ruan Xinhe could only look at Wen Tianyao beside her.

Wen Tianyao looked up from the newspaper, glanced at his son, and knew that Wen Yu's stubbornness had flared up again.

He spoke slowly, "The midterm exams are coming up soon. If you get into the top 100 in your grade, I'll agree to let you transfer schools."

Wen Yu's eyes widened.

Top 100 in the grade?

His grades at Shenghua... well, to put it simply, he hadn't studied at all; he was at the very bottom of the class.

"What, you don't dare?" Wen Tianyao raised an eyebrow.

Wen Yu's mind flashed back to Su Qingyao's face, the little fairy in the blue dress, squatting under the rose trellis, calling him "Brother Wen Yu".

He gritted his teeth and nodded, "I'll take the test! Who do you think you are!"

Ruan Xinhe watched in stunned silence.

Did this child take the wrong medicine today?

From that day on, Wenyu was like a different person. He would get up at six o'clock every morning to memorize his lessons and stay up until midnight to do practice problems.

Ruan Xinhe felt sorry for her son, but dared not offer any advice. She knew that once her son became stubborn, not even ten oxen could pull him back.

She had no choice but to comply with his request and hire a bunch of tutors.

Mathematics, English, Chinese, physics... Wen Yu tackled them all, studying so hard he forgot to eat and sleep, and lost a lot of weight.

A month later, the midterm exam results came out.

Ranked 100th in the grade.

No more, no less, exactly 100.

When Wen Tianyao saw the report card, he didn't know whether to laugh or cry.

Is this kid exploiting a bug?

"Okay." Wen Tianyao put the report card on the table. "You keep your word, I'll let you transfer."

Wen Yu's eyes lit up. "My foundation is too weak. I want to transfer to the first year of junior high, preferably the top class, Class 1 of the first year of junior high."

Wen Tianyao thought he had misheard: "What?"

Wen Yu said slowly and deliberately, "I want to transfer to the first year of junior high."

Ruan Xinhe was carrying fruit out of the kitchen when she heard this, and she almost dropped the fruit plate in her hands.

Wen Tianyao's face visibly darkened. "Say that again?"

Wen Yu braced himself and said, "I want to go to the first year of junior high."

"You, a ninth-grade student, going to seventh grade?" Wen Tianyao gritted his teeth. "Are you out of your mind?"

"I didn't get wet!" Wen Yu retorted stubbornly. "I just want to go to the first year of junior high!"

Why?

"For no reason!"

"Why are you going to junior high?"

"I really want to go!"

The father and son stared at each other, the air thick with tension. Ruan Xinhe tugged at Wen Tianyao's sleeve, signaling him to calm down.

Wen Tianyao took a deep breath and pressed his throbbing temples.

You can't smoke it. It's your own child. If it gets damaged, you'll be the one who suffers the most.

"Wenyu," he said in a low voice, trying to maintain his last bit of patience.

"You're already fourteen, going to seventh grade and sitting with a bunch of eleven or twelve-year-olds, aren't you ashamed?"

"It's not shameful."

"you--"

"I just want to go."

Wen Yu stuck out his neck, acting like a dead pig that wasn't afraid of boiling water, "You promised me you'd let me transfer schools, but you didn't say I couldn't repeat a grade."

Wen Tianyao was so angry that his liver hurt.

When did this kid learn to exploit loopholes?

"Fine." He gritted his teeth. "Then you can forget about transferring to Jingbei No.1 High School. I'll just find you any school, and you can drop as many grades as you want."

Wen Yu panicked upon hearing this, "No way! I'm going to Jingbei No. 1 High School!"

The father and son stood facing each other, one so angry his liver ached, the other stubbornly refusing to back down.

In the end, Ruan Xinhe stepped in to smooth things over, "Alright, alright, stop arguing. Yubao, go back to your room first, and Mom and Dad will discuss it."

Half an hour later, Wen Yu was called back to the living room.

"It's settled." Wen Tianyao said sternly, "You want to transfer to Jingbei No.1 Middle School? Fine, but going to the first year of junior high is out of the question."

Wen Yu opened his mouth to speak, but was interrupted by him raising his hand.

"Listen to me. If you think your foundation is weak, then go to the second year of junior high."

Wen Yu was stunned for a moment.

Second year of junior high?

Yaoyao is in the first year of junior high, and he is in the second year. They are not far apart, so they should be able to run into each other, right?

His mind raced, and he thought, "This result... seems acceptable?"

"Second year it is then." He nodded, then added, "Then I have one more request."

Wen Tianyao's temples began to throb again: "Speak."

"move place."

"Why are you moving?"

Wen Yu said matter-of-factly, "Where I live now is so far from Jingbei No.1 Middle School, it's inconvenient for me to go to school. I want to move to a place closer to the school."

Wen Tianyao stared at him. "Shenghua is far away too, why don't you mind?"

"Shenghua has school buses," Wen Yu said calmly. "No. 1 Middle School doesn't."

Wen Tianyao took a deep breath, then another.

Never mind, he's my own child, my own child.

"Okay." He gritted his teeth. "Where to move to?"

Wen Yu was waiting for this sentence, so he took out a piece of paper.

Wen Tianyao took it and glanced at it: Yunqi Villa District, No. 18.

He frowned. "Yunqi Villa? Isn't that the Su family's..."

He suddenly remembered something and looked at Wen Yu suspiciously, "Tell me honestly, is it related to that little girl from the Su family?"

Wen Yu's ears turned bright red, but he stubbornly maintained his composure, "What, the little girl from the Su family? I don't know what you're talking about."

Wen Tianyao stared at him for three seconds, then smiled meaningfully.

He put the paper on the table. "Okay, second year of junior high, Yunqi Villa, but you must always maintain a top 50 ranking in the grade. If you don't do well, I'll drag you back to Shenghua anytime."

Wen Yu's eyes lit up. "Deal!"

He turned and ran, but turned back at the door, unusually sweet-talking, "Thank you, Dad. You're so kind!"

The door closed, and Wen Tianyao leaned back on the sofa, rubbing his temples, but the corners of his mouth couldn't help but turn up.

Ruan Xinhe leaned closer, a mischievous smile in her eyes, "Your son seems to be experiencing his first crush."

Wen Tianyao chuckled, "You brat, so that's what you're up to. The way he's got the energy is just like when I was chasing you back then."

Ruan Xinhe was stunned for a moment, then couldn't help but laugh out loud.

"The student surpasses the teacher; you were nineteen when you pursued me, but your son was four or five years older than you."

Wen Tianyao frowned and made to get up. "I have to go and remind her a bit, so she doesn't frighten the little girl. She seems to be only twelve years old."

Ruan Xinhe grabbed him and said, "Relax, relax. Yu Bao may be naughty, but he knows his limits. He won't do anything out of line."

Wen Tianyao thought for a moment, then leaned back on the sofa, shaking his head with a chuckle.

He reached out and hugged Ruan Xinhe, kissing her on the forehead.

"I didn't expect that being love-struck is hereditary. Judging from this, it shouldn't affect my studies."

Ruan Xinhe smiled, her eyes crinkling, and leaned into his arms. "Children and grandchildren have their own blessings; let them be."

Wen Tianyao looked down at her, his gaze gradually becoming ambiguous.

He scooped the person up in his arms and carried them into the room.

"Let's ignore them then." His voice lowered, with a lazy smile. "Let's get on with our own business."

Ruan Xinhe gasped softly, wrapped her arms around his neck, and blushed slightly.

The bedroom door closed gently.

The living room on the first floor fell silent, with only the moonlight streaming in through the window, falling on the note that Wen Yu had forgotten on the coffee table.

Yunqi Villa, No. 18.

The boy's little thoughts were laid bare under the moonlight, impossible to hide.