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Chapter 23: Flag and what not, it’s all fake.

Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios

While this led to Ji Zhiyao feeling gratified, at the same time, he could not help but feel a little proud of himself.

In such a short period of time, little disciple’s handling improved so much. Does this not show that he had done a rather good job in guiding him?

Ji Zhiyao had not gloated for long when he looked up from spacing out and realized that little disciple whom he had just thought was taught well had been killed by the blue buff.

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Flag and whatnot, it’s all fake.

He completely emptied all the nonsensical thoughts, immersing himself in teaching his little disciple to jungle.

Another couple of matches ended, and it was almost 9 pm. Ji Zhiyao directly sent a WeChat voice message to his little disciple. “It’s getting late. Children should sleep early in order to grow tall. You can continue to learn when you have time, okay?”

What made Ji Zhiyao a little surprised was that his little disciple, though young, was very obedient. He had no desire for indulging in gaming, and his reply was straightforward: [Okay, goodnight, master.]

Ji Zhiyao’s affection for little disciple naturally grew.

Yet, in the next second.

“Oh yes, master, I’ve just passed 14 years old, but I’m almost 1.8 m tall. I don’t think I need to be anxious about growing tall.”

“...” Ji Zhiyao, who was 1.83 m at 18 years old, stared at the text.

How infuriating.

He rolled his eyes at his phone and did not reply. Exiting WeChat, he left his computer on standby mode and prepared to go find something to eat.

Although he had a late lunch, he was already hungry by now.

Downstairs, the ginger-colored lights in the hall were very dim, and only the drawing room had two small lights turned on. Ji Zhiyao made a detour to go past the entryway, seeing only Ji Qingge’s and his own shoes on the floor.

His parents had not come home, and it seemed like they were on duty again.

Ji Zhiyao turned past a corner, walking into the dining room.

There was nothing much to eat on the table, but he found a plate of warm instant dumplings in the rice cooker. It was very obvious that they were intentionally left behind by Ji Qingge when she had her dinner.

Ji Zhiyao picked up a dumpling and threw it into his mouth. While the fragrance of celery and pork spread in his mouth, he looked up, squinting at the faint light filtering through under the door of Ji Qingge’s room on the second story.

Ten minutes later, he opened that door.

Ji Qingge was leaning on her study desk, writing vigorously, with a small light above her head. Hearing the door open, she did not look back and only said, “You don’t eat when it’s time to. Even when I went to knock on your door, you didn’t hear. You only know to come out when you’re hungry. Have you eaten?”

“Yes, I ate.” Ji Zhiyao, appearing disdainful, placed the warm milk that he had been holding lightly on her desk. “Why are you are so naggy? If you continue like this, you won’t be able to get married.”

“Stop bothering me.”

Ji Qingge rolled her eyes in contempt while facing the ceiling, picked up the milk, and finished it at once. Then, she spoke with a milk mustache. “I went for a stroll on your Weibo when I was idle earlier, and after a simple calculation, the ratio of the number of comments inviting you to come out of the closet to those asking you to be their boyfriends is approximately 7:3. As can be seen, it doesn’t matter whether I can get married or not. Anyway, you should be able to.”

“Ji Qingge, you are ridiculous.”

Ji Zhiyao adeptly grabbed the collar of her pajamas and, through a chink, managed to make clear the book that she was reading. His smile became a little evil. “Student Ji Qingge, I sincerely wish that you will fail every single chemistry test in the first semester of year 3.”

Ji Qingge struggled with all her might, like a raging cat. “Stop bullshitting, I can almost memorize my chemistry books already. How is it possible to fail? You get out now! The next time I ever leave a dumpling for you, I’ll call you dad!”

Ji Zhiyao twitched his mouth and loosened his grip. Ji Qingge fell back on her butt into her chair and turned around glaring furiously at him.

Ji Zhiyao shrugged unaffectedly, picked up the empty milk glass, and went out the door.