1. Don’t cry
“Stop crying!” Qi Ming frowned, his perfect face with thick brows and big eyes contorted into a brutal and domineering expression.
Tang Miao was so terrified that he hiccuped and cried even harder.
Qi Ming struck the table with his small palm, “What’s there to cry about?!”
“He… they robbed me of my candy.” Tang Miao’s mouth flattened. He had dental cavities, so his parents restricted his sugar intake. Moreover, it was the candy that Grandpa had brought back from abroad for him, and there were only a few left.
Qi Ming was irritated. He’d never seen such a cry baby. When he was upset, he couldn’t keep his cool. But he remembered that when his father reprimanded his men, he said that the target of killing the chicken to warn the monkey was the monkey, not the chicken, and so he decided to find the perpetrator.
Wasn’t the main culprit the source of his annoyance?
Well then. Who stole Tang ShuiShui’s candy?
2. Tang ShuiShui
Tang Miao was crying again.
Qi Ming asked with gritted teeth, “What’s wrong now?”
“They called me Tang ShuiShui…” Tang Miao’s weeping left him gasping for air.
Qi Ming remained silent. He also addressed him in that manner, but what else could you call someone who loved to cry?!
“You’re crying because of this?” Qi Ming wanted to punch him to shut him up.
“… They, they also said I resemble a girl…” Tang Miao’s tears had landed directly on Qi Ming’s homework.
Qi Ming watched helplessly as the words on his homework were smudged.
He could hear his fists creak.
OK! Good! Who said Tang ShuiShui was like a girl?!
3. Candied hawthorn
“Tang ShuiShui.” Right after calling out, Qi Ming regretted it. What should he do if ShuiShui cried on the road?
Who would have guessed that Tang Miao, who was gnawing on candied haws, would notice Qi Ming staring at him and reluctantly stop, “You want to eat? Here you are.”
Who wanted to eat that stuff?! “You can eat it yourself,” Qi Ming said, looking at the crooked tooth marks and saliva on the candied haws in disgust.
“Tang ShuiShui, why didn’t anyone come to pick you up today?” Qi Ming inquired after a while.
“Huh?” Tang Miao blinked his eyes and murmured softly, I want to go with you.
It’s a shame Qi Ming didn’t hear it. He furrowed his brow and asked menacingly: “You cried so much, but I also called you Tang ShuiShui. Why don’t you cry?”
Tang Miao was startled by his ferocious appearance, and his eyes began to tear up.
“Don’t cry!”
“Oh.” Tang Miao sniffled, wiped away the moisture, and whispered: “You are different.”
Qi Ming reached out and poked Tang ShuiShui’s cheek to make himself less irritable. He bowed his head and bit into the candied haws ShuiShui had handed him. It was sour and sweet. He had no idea why some boys enjoyed eating this type of girly food.
“What are you running for?!” Qi Ming’s forehead vein popped and he roared as a car zoomed past Tang Miao.
Tang Miao stared at his hand, which was caught by Qi Ming, and suddenly grinned. However, he still looked unhappy because of his droopy eyes.
Qi Ming frowned as he looked at Tang Miao’s little face that had stopped crying at long last. Humph! Candied hawthorn is really too sweet.
4. To be disappointing
“What are you crying for?” Qi Ming raised his brows and looked at his desk-mate who had never changed from elementary school to junior high school.
The girl in the front row trembled in fright and slipped away to the restroom while pulling her desk-mate.
“I’m not.” Tang Miao retorted quietly.
When Qi Ming humph-ed, the teardrops Tang Miao was trying to hold back fell again, “I’m not.”
Qi Ming relaxed his clenched fist and waved it in front of him threateningly.
Tang Miao sniffled, “I was scolded by Teacher Xu.”
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“Speak!” Qi Ming hit the table impatiently.
“I… I agreed.”
Bang! Everyone turned around to see Qi Ming, who sat in the last row, had kicked his stool over, and the corner of the stool that hit the wall showed an unnatural bend.
Qi Ming slammed his fist on the table and saw Tang Miao’s mouth quiver as he burst into tears again. His heart began to churn uncontrollably with rage: “Fuck! Can’t you be a little assertive?!”
As a result, Tang Miao’s tears fell even more fiercely.
Very good! What was the name of the teacher’s daughter?!
Tang Miao watched Qi Ming’s aggressive back with his mouth open, and hurried to catch up. He wanted to tell Qi Ming that he hadn’t failed to live up to expectations.
Teacher Xu threatened to switch his seat with Qi Ming if he didn’t give up the competition, but he didn’t want to.
He was really wronged.
5. Don’t be angry
Qi Ming was influenced by his family. He didn’t underestimate women, but he didn’t beat them either. Of course, if they wanted him to be nice, humph, perhaps they should wait for their next life.
The little girl opened her mouth wide, not understanding why the most handsome boy from next door would find herself.
She was at the age when boys who were tall, handsome, cool, able to fight, and were good basketball players were the most appealing to girls.
“Understood?” Qi Ming suspected a problem with the girl’s brain. He spoke for a long time, but all she knew was to giggle at him.
Tch! What was she laughing at? Tang ShuiShui’s crying face looked better than her laughing one.
The little girl shook her head.
Qi Ming gritted his teeth, “I. Said. If you have the ability, you can compete with Tang Shui…cough, compete with Tang Miao with real skills. Don’t make people look down on you.”
“Ah Ming, don’t be angry.” Tang Miao found Qi Ming, “I’m going to tell Teacher Xu that I won’t give up the competition, and I’m also going to tell her that I want to sit with you.”
Qi Ming turned to face Tang Miao, whose eyes were still red. The corners of his mouth twitched as he pulled out an always ready paper towel from his pants pocket. He made Tang Miao blow his nose, saying ruthlessly, “Wipe it, it’s too ugly.”
Xu Jiaqi[the girl] recognized the schoolboy walking next to Qi Ming. He was the topper from the adjoining class and was excellent at composition. Even when he was crying, he was whiter than she was. She looked down at her arm, sighed, and for the first time began to care about her appearance.
6. Thank you
“Thank you. I’ll treat you to dinner.” Tang Miao’s composition was awarded first place in the city. It wasn’t the best, but it was still quite good. After receiving the award money, he invited Qi Ming to dinner.
Qi Ming was upset: “Why are you thanking me?!”
Tang Miao grew accustomed to it, and handed him the menu as if he hadn’t heard anything.
“Whatever.” Qi Ming pursed his lips. In fact, the two of them were from very good families and had eaten a variety of foods. Despite this, it was hard to avoid some nervousness when they came out on their own to eat Western food.
Tang Miao read it over and over until Qi Ming’s frequency of rapping the table betrayed his impatience, and he began to cry, obviously not wanting to cry, but he couldn’t help himself.
Qi Ming hurriedly sat down next to him from the opposite side, covering the little ancestor’s mouth, “Don’t cry!”
Tang Miao blinked and stuffed the menu into his hands.
Qi Ming resignedly accepted the menu, wondering what evil he had committed in his previous life.
Thankfully, this kid did not cry. Could it be that if Tang Miao cried, he would beat up himself? Qi Ming knew he couldn’t do something so stupid.
7. Talk dirty
Competing with the young master was not the most terrifying thing for the brothers of Qi Hui Tang, despite the fact that they all agreed that only God knew how the young master had such great strength.
So, what was the scariest thing, you ask?
They were more willing to compete with the young master than to teach his classmate martial arts.
It wasn’t that Tang Miao was a moron. He had long hands and feet, and his limbs were very coordinated, but the instructor who was training with him at this moment had a layer of cold sweat on his back.
“Let’s call it a day.” The instructor let go hastily and looked fearfully at Qi Ming, who was watching from the sidelines.
“Thank you instructor.”
The instructor thought: Tang Miao is much nicer than our young master. But please don’t talk to me or smile at me.
Just as expected, a fiery gaze was fixed on him the moment Tang Miao smiled politely at him.
“Instructor, are you cold?”
“Ah…Young Master is waiting for you,” the instructor said quickly, shaking his head.
“Oh.” Tang Miao turned his head to look at Qi Ming and gave him a bright smile.
The instructor instantly felt better. However, the very next second Tang Miao tripped his left foot over his right foot and collapsed.
The instructor sucked in a cold breath. Oh no, the brother who waxed the floor today was probably going to suffer.
Qi Ming frowned and dashed over to help him, “Are you stupid?! Huh? Are you? Is your brain just for show? Speak!” Qi Ming sneered as he carried him on his back with care.
“The cerebellum controls balance,” Tang Miao said quietly to remind him that he was scolding incorrectly.
“Shut up!”
Tang Miao stared at the back of Qi Ming’s head and thought, Qi Ming is so fickle. In the end, am I supposed to speak or not?
… …
Qi Ming smeared medicinal liquor on Tang Miao’s foot. “Weren’t you alright just now? My father came over to see it for a while and complimented you. I believe it was a vain praise!” Qi Ming’s concern was brimming with sparks.
“Ssss,” Tang Miao sniffled strongly, forcing back his tears. “It hurts.”
“What ‘it hurts’?!” Qi Ming scolded in an annoyed tone, but lowered his hand’s strength. “Bear it.”
“OK.” Tang Miao saw Qi Ming’s eyes focused on the purple bruises on his knees, his handsome brows frowning fiercely, and suddenly wanted to laugh.
So, he laughed.
“… Crying and then laughing, are you a little girl?” teased Qi Ming as he lowered Tang Miao’s trousers.
“As if!” Tang Miao snorted unhappily, “It not like you haven’t you seen it.”
Qi Ming: “…”
Fuck! Who the hell taught Tang ShuiShui to talk dirty?
8. Qi Hui Tang
For a time, the brothers of Qi Hui Tang led a miserable existence.
Could someone explain to them why proper gangsters like them had to follow the law and be polite?
“Quick, quick, quick, put out the cigarette!” It was a category A alarm. The young master and his little classmate had already rounded the corner and would be there in five minutes.
“Cough, cough…” Some of the people in the room scrambled to pinch off cigarette butts, opened all the windows, and cleaned up the ashes quickly, while others took a bottle of perfume that one of the chicks around them had left behind and began spraying it madly into the air.
They had just breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that all the evidence had been erased, when they heard moans and groans from the television behind them. The senior most individual was totally pissed off: “Fuck! Which of you morons is watching porn? Are you tired of living?! Turn it off quickly for laozi!”
… …
“Are we really gangsters?” a new little brother asked timidly of the big brother who had brought him into the gang.
The big brother couldn’t help but look up at the sky and nod heavily, “It’s good for you to know more about the law.”
As a result, thunderous applause erupted in the small auditorium where gang meetings were held in the past, led by Qi Ming’s impatient applause.
Tang Miao blushed and bowed ninety degrees.
Qi Ming was in a rare good mood. After so much practice, giving a speech on legal systems and institutions on behalf of the city’s outstanding graduates should not make him snivel, right?
9. To Like
“I don’t want to go.” Tang Miao’s voice was firm but not loud.
“Xiao MiaoMiao didn’t snivel this time,” his Second Cousin Brother, Tang Suhuo, who was standing nearby, muttered.
Tang Suqing, the Eldest Cousin Brother, gave him a sidelong glance, making Tang Suhuo shut his mouth.
“But going to No. 2 High School with your grades is really a waste,” Tang Miao’s mother said, helpless in front of her precious son.
Father Tang gave Tang Miao a thoughtful look. “Are you sure?”
Tang Miao nodded.
“Reason.” Father Tang, who came from a military police family, was succinct and thorough.
“I just want to go to No. 2 High School.” Tang Miao clenched his fists and fought back tears. “I guarantee that even if I study in No. 2 High School, I will be admitted to the best university.”
“Did I tell you that I want you to go to the best university?” Tang Zhan motioned to his son. Tang Miao had probably taken the initiative to ask for something for the first time. He found his son’s arm to be quite strong when he pinched it. He finally cracked a smile. “Good, that’s like a man. Go after what you like.”
“I like it.” Tang Miao replied solemnly to his father.
Who knew if this ‘like’ was for the school or something else…
10. Utterly Stupid
The results of the senior high school entrance exam were declared. Qi Ming became enraged when he saw Tang Miao’s admission notice, which was identical to his own. “TANG! MIAO!”
Tang Miao happily examined the admission notice and considered where he would play with Qi Ming during the holiday.
Qi Ming tossed the admission notice to the ground. The little brother beside him trembled and dashed out the door. He’d better leave to inform the boss of the good news. It was No. 2, ah, it was No. 2 High School with a 60% admission requirement!
“Explain your admission notice to me!”
“No. 2 High School,” Tang Miao’s words were unclear because he was sucking on a candy. “The school is quite lovely. It has a large bell tower with red brick walls. Haven’t we been there together?”
“Is that the point? You’re ranked tenth in the city!” Qi Ming’s clenched fists were creaking. “What the hell will you do in No. 2 High School? Dance?”
Tang Miao had large eyes, but they drooped slightly at the corners. He usually appeared unhappy, but his unhappiness was not the same as Qi Ming’s. He made himself unhappy, but Qi Ming made others unhappy. Despite his propensity for crying, at this moment, his eyes were surprisingly full of life.
“I…” Tang Miao’s eyes darted left and right as he thought of an excuse, “I filled the wrong choice, okay?”
The happy and excited Father Qi ran over to celebrate with his son only to hear screams coming from inside—
“Ah, don’t hit me.”
“Why are you crying? Did I hit you?!”
“Boo hoo, boo hoo…”
“Stop crying!”
“You… you hit me.”
“Don’t cry anymore. Take your hand away and let me see where you hit.”
“Boo hoo… hiccup…”
“Where does it hurt? Speak up!”
“Boo…”
“Don’t cry!”
“My foot hurts.”
“I’ll rub it for you. Don’t cry anymore… But did I hit your foot?”
“I… just hit the corner of the table.”
“Tang! Shui! Shui! You! Utter! Moron!”
“You’re stupid!”
“You dare to talk back?!”
“…”
“Okay, okay, okay, I’m a moron. Little ancestor, don’t cry anymore.”
Father Qi turned around and left. He couldn’t help but sigh. He became concerned all of a sudden. Xiao Tang Miao was quite adorable, but what if Qi Ming eventually really found him a male daughter-in-law?
Where does all the tear come from ??? No.. really.. I’m curious.. Does the shou have a water tank inside his eyes !!! 😂
HAHHAHAHAHAHA in this life Qi Ming will probably never gain the upper hand…
Thanks for the chapter <333
That’s for sure 🤣🤣🤣
This is so cute, my heart is warm because of thissss 😩❤️
Qi Ming probably wished to marry a water tank in his last life 😂.
Melanie Martinez could never HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA