Quick Transmigration: Why did you provoke him? He's love-struck!

Chapter 613 Dawn (19)

Yan Zhen nodded solemnly: "Understood."

On this day, Jingchen felt that time was exceptionally long and unbearable.

He finally got to the end of the school day, and as soon as the bell rang, he immediately packed his schoolbag and ran out of the classroom, heading straight for the primary school section.

He rushed as fast as he could, bypassing the school campus to reach the elementary school. Except for the students on duty, most of the other children had already left.

Jing Chen ran into the elementary school classroom and saw Yan Zhen sitting obediently in a chair, swinging his short little legs and waiting for him. He breathed a sigh of relief.

He strode over, took Yan Zhen's hand with one hand and picked up her schoolbag with the other: "First day of school, are you getting used to it?"

"Habit."

Have you been drinking water on time?

"Have."

"Are you hungry?"

"A little."

"I'll cook you seafood noodles when we get home."

Jing Chen was initially worried that Yan Zhen would not adapt well to school, but after observing him for a week, he found that Yan Zhen was adapting very well.

Every day after school, she would wait in the classroom for him to pick her up. When she got home, she would do her homework on her own. Moreover, as she interacted more with her peers at school, her speech gradually became more fluent.

In her previous life, Yan Zhen Elementary School was located in a small town in the countryside. The school was eleven kilometers away from Xiangjia Village. Regardless of the weather, she would get up at 4:30 every morning, carry a flashlight, and walk for more than two hours with the children in the village to arrive at school before 7:00.

Xu Yingxia, the adoptive mother, originally did not intend to send her to school. She only wanted to raise her until she was sixteen and then marry her off. However, she could not resist the popularization of compulsory education, and government staff took turns to persuade her.

Only after arguing that "it is illegal to prevent school-age children from receiving compulsory education" did Xu Yingxia reluctantly agree to let her go to school.

Compared to her previous life, where she had to get up at 4:30 a.m., attend classes at 7:00 a.m., finish classes at 3:30 p.m., and return home at 6:00 p.m. with chores to do, and walk for five hours every day to get to school, this life of hers is like paradise.

Jingchen considered that Yan Zhen's body was severely depleted, and that he was not only shorter than his peers, but also had yellowish-brown hair, so he needed to consume a balanced diet of various nutrients.

Although the breakfast stalls outside are convenient, the food options are not varied enough. He gets up at five o'clock every morning to make breakfast for Yan Zhen in different ways.

Steamed buns, mantou, xiaolongbao, fried dough sticks, soy milk, tofu pudding, all kinds of sweet and savory porridge, soup noodles, fried noodles, pancakes, steamed, stir-fried, fried, steamed and boiled dishes are all available. After breakfast, a boiled egg and a carton of fresh milk are stuffed into Yan Zhen's bag so that she can eat them if she gets hungry during class breaks.

Yan Zhen cooperated, eating whatever Jing Chen made, and supplementing with the nutritional supplements prescribed by the doctor. After three or four months of this, Yan Zhen began to grow taller.

Her newly grown hair was no longer sparse and thin; she no longer had to do rough work or be exposed to the cold wind and scorching sun all year round; her skin also gradually became whiter and more delicate, and she gradually began to look like a young girl.

Five years have passed in the blink of an eye.

On Monday morning at six o'clock, Yan Zhen woke up to the sound of her alarm clock.

She turned off the alarm clock, closed her eyes, and counted to thirty. Then, there was a knock on the door. Jing's deep voice came through the door: "Zhenzhen, get up."

"Okay," Yan Zhen replied, lifting the covers and getting out of bed.

After changing his clothes, Yan Zhen went to wash up with a sleepy face.

As she entered the bathroom, Jingchen happened to come out, and the two met face to face.

Seventeen-year-old Jing Chen, who is 185 cm tall, rubbed her face twice with his wet hands: "Still not awake?"

Yan Zhen slapped his hand away impatiently: "Get away!"

Jing Chen smiled and asked as he brushed past her, "What do you want for breakfast today?"

"Make a potato pancake, and the soy milk should be red bean and peanut flavored, with extra sugar, as yesterday's wasn't sweet enough."

"it is good."

Jingchen went into the kitchen to busy herself, while Yanzhen went into the bathroom to wash up.

When she finished washing up and came out, she heard the sound of a soy milk maker running in the kitchen.

Yan Zhen shook the water off his hands and walked in: "Is there anything I can help with?"

Jingchen said, "Peel the potatoes."

Yan Zhen rolled up his sleeves, picked up a potato, and began peeling it.

Jingchen was slicing radish into shreds. With the rhythmic "thump thump" of the knife hitting the cutting board, Jingchen seemed to remember something and said to Yanzhen, "By the way, I'm going to Pingcheng this weekend for a photo shoot. I'll probably be back in two days. Do you want to come with me?"

After Jingchen turned fourteen, his height began to grow rapidly. On New Year's Day when he was sixteen, he took Yanzhen to a fireworks festival and was discovered by a talent scout from a modeling agency. He then signed with a company to work as a fashion model.

Because he was still in school, he didn't get many jobs each month, but his income was enough to cover his and Yan Zhen's daily expenses and even buy Yan Zhen's favorite anime merchandise.

Yan Zhen's room has a glass cabinet that covers an entire wall, and all the merchandise inside, big and small, was bought by Jing Chen.

"I'm not going." Yan Zhen didn't even look up. "You'll be taking pictures all day long, and I'll be bored to death waiting there."

"Okay, I'll make a lot of dumplings in a couple of days and put them in the fridge. You can cook dumplings whenever you're hungry."

"No need, I can cook for myself, and I can eat out if I don't want to cook," Yan Zhen said. "You should focus more on your studies; the college entrance exam is in a month."

Jing Chen half-jokingly said, "What, worried that I'll fail the exam? The college entrance exam is a piece of cake for me."

"Come on, don't cry if you really fail the exam."

The two bickered while busy with their work, and half an hour later, breakfast was served.

The main dishes were crispy fried radish and potato pancakes and boiled eggs, accompanied by two cups of red bean and peanut soy milk. Jingchen also cut a plate of fresh oranges.

Yan Zhen dried her hands and sat down at the dining table. Jing Chen put a peeled hard-boiled egg on her plate, which she ate in a few bites. Suddenly, she asked, "Teacher Wang messaged me yesterday about the special admissions and asked you to reconsider."

Jing Chen excels in both academic performance and physical fitness. A comprehensive military academy in China has offered him a special admission spot, which would exempt him from the college entrance examination if he agreed.

Jingchen refused this kind of good thing that others would kill for, after learning about the relevant conditions.

Teacher Wang, who was Jingchen's homeroom teacher, was extremely anxious. After trying to persuade Jingchen to change his mindset to no avail, she simply contacted Yanzhen, who was Jingchen's only family member.

Jing Chen ate his potato pancake without even glancing at Yan Zhen, and said indifferently, "I'm not considering it."

"Why?" Yan Zhen said, "That school has military medicine and air force majors, and you're clearly very interested in both of them..."

“The school is a boarding school,” Jing Chen interrupted her. “After enrollment, you can only leave once a month. If I go to this school, it’s like leaving you at home. How can I feel at ease?”

"I can take care of myself..."

“You can’t!” Jing Chen’s smile vanished. “Tell me how many times you’ve forgotten your keys since you were little, how many times you can’t tell the difference between dark and light soy sauce, how many times you can never find a complete pair of socks, how many times you buy fabric softener instead of laundry detergent… You’re only twelve years old. I would never leave you at home and go to school in another city by myself.”