Chickens and dogs fly in chaos and rebirth

Chapter 52

Hmm, Qiu Shanglin's move seems to be called "cutting off the fuel supply," cutting off his source of income and arranging time after school to keep Xia Lin under his watchful eye, making it impossible for him to leave or escape...

Although Xia Lin deserves some discipline, it's still not enough... the most poisonous heart is that of a woman...

rumor

Mocha Cat Boutique Stationery Store in Zifang Town recently welcomed a new employee. Unlike ordinary employees, the new employee is a bit...

Mu Mu stared at the child who barely reached her waist and quietly asked, "Yang Hai, wouldn't this be considered child labor and child abuse?"

Yang Hai touched his nose, feeling uneasy about the sudden leisure: "If they can't find us, the blame will fall on Shanglin Peak. What are you afraid of?"

She was worried: "Shanglin is also a child, a minor. Won't he blame us for not reporting it and failing to fulfill our guardianship role?"

Yang Hai spat and cursed her for bad luck: "Nonsense, I'm not his parent, what am I supposed to protect? Besides, look at her, apart from her height, how does she look like a minor? She has a life of leisure but doesn't know how to enjoy it. I should have known better than to come so early and stay home to catch up on some sleep." He stretched and leaned on the counter, habitually picking up a rag to wipe things down. After wiping for a few seconds, he remembered Shang Lin's instructions and quickly put it down again.

Carrying the modified mop that was as tall as myself, I walked to the bucket, laboriously dragged it up, put it in, and stirred it vigorously, gritting my teeth—the shop was so clean you could roll around in it, Qiu Shanglin was deliberately torturing me, I could roll around on the ground twice already, why do I have to mop it three times?

The mop dripped water, leaving streaks on the smooth marble floor. After wiping it once, shoes stepped on it, leaving several distinct footprints.

Yang Hai and Mu Mu huddled close together and whispered, "Should we secretly tell him the secret to mopping the floor?"

Mu Mu exclaimed in horror: "No way! Shanglin forbids us from saying that!"

Yang Hai couldn't bear to see the little one dragging things out endlessly: "Look how tired the child is. Let's talk to her secretly, she won't know. You go ask her the question, and I'll secretly tell Lin."

Mu Mu hesitated for a moment, then, unable to bear the inner remorse, nodded. Just as the two were about to go their separate ways, Qiu Shanglin, who was sitting behind the counter looking at the financial statements, looked up with a mocking smile on his lips:

"What, you pity the weak and poor? I'm having a headache with the account books, is there any kind soul who can help me with them?"

Yang Hai looked embarrassed and stuck out his tongue.

Turning her head, she muttered softly, "When will I ever be able to clean it up properly..."

"Learn to grow from setbacks. Accumulating experience requires learning from failures. Have you forgotten how awkward you were when you first arrived?"

Yang Hai scoffed: "Tch, all you do is talk. You spout high-sounding principles, but you have the nerve to oppress child laborers? Why don't you do it yourself?"

"My brain generates more profit for me than my physical labor. He has no brain, so he has to work hard."

I was determined to make him experience the hardship of working and the difficulty of earning money, so how could I let him off so easily?

Mu Mu, still defiant and wanting to argue back, said to Yang Hai, "Alright, stop talking. When have you ever said anything negative about her?"

Yang Hai pouted: "They come up with so many crazy ideas all day long, I'm too magnanimous to hold a grudge!" After saying that, he picked up a book in a huff and started reading seriously.

Seeing that it was almost time, he closed the report and put it away, then walked around the counter: "Alright, clean up. Look at the water you've made, is this what you call working? You're more like making things worse!"

Qiu Xialin looked back at the fruits of his labor, a ground covered in shoe prints... feeling both frustrated and angry, he gritted his teeth, seething with rage, "You, you, you, you're such a despicable person!"

Qiu Shanglin never admitted that he was a virtuous gentleman.

A true gentleman is open and honest, never dishonest in private, never takes advantage of others, and never bullies the weak or oppresses the strong. Qiu Shanglin was never like that. She once said that she was both a woman and a petty person. Confucius once said that women and petty people are the most difficult to deal with. She was both a woman and a petty person, difficult to manage, but also likely to succeed.

At the school gate, the Qiu siblings, who usually travel in groups of three, split into two groups today.

Shanglin still stood tall and proud, with Changsheng following closely behind—he called it 'Poor Qiu Shanglin, with his frail body, doing good deeds'.

Qiu Xialin, who always followed along like a little shadow, awkwardly kept a distance, glancing at the screen every now and then.

Daqiang caught up from behind, slung his schoolbag over his shoulder, and patted him on the shoulder: "Xia Lin!"

Lost in thought, he was startled. Daqiang didn't seem to care: "Hey, did you promise to buy Quanfu a schoolbag? We're all waiting. Quanfu and I agreed that he'd carry it for a week and I'd carry it for a week, and I'd get a cappuccino card as a gift."

Girls love Mocha, while boys prefer Cool Boy Cappuccino. Not only is he a great basketball player, but he also knows how to prank teachers without leaving any evidence. Recently, there's been a promotion where buying a Cappuccino backpack comes with a free set of cartoon cards. If you can collect the whole set, you might even win a big prize.

Mocha's backpacks aren't cheap. Their families aren't exactly wealthy. A few days ago, when the topic of backpacks came up, Quanfu was very envious of his classmates who came from wealthy families. Xia Lin waved his hand generously and said, "It's no big deal, I'll give you one." This made all of them extremely envious.

Xia Lin, his face dark, hunched over, and looking utterly listless, said, "We'll see."

I can barely take care of myself, let alone my schoolbag...

Shang Lin glanced at him in surprise and asked, "Why doesn't he talk to me?"

Li Changsheng said expressionlessly, "Even a pig wouldn't want to talk about deep-frying and stir-frying with the person wielding the knife, would it?"

Looking back, he saw that the pig was chubby and puffed up, really looking a bit like a little pig. He chuckled, feeling much better. He patted Li Changsheng on the shoulder: "Changsheng, you're getting naughtier and naughtier."

Without waiting for his reply, she walked away with her head held high and chest puffed out.

Xia He, who was on good terms with her, caught up a few steps, put his arm around her shoulder with a grin, and said in a lewd tone, "What's wrong, you two having a fight?"

Changsheng, unable to tolerate his vulgar language, frowned and said, "What nonsense are you talking about?"

Xia He pouted, disliking his awkward pretense, and said bluntly, "Come on, don't pretend in front of your own brothers. You don't know, do you? It's already spread throughout the school that you and she were kissing in the small auditorium a couple of days before the performance. Someone saw it!"

Li Changsheng was stunned.

She stopped and stared intently at Xia He, as if trying to discern whether his words were true or false.

Xiahe could hardly bear his sharp, scrutinizing gaze.

Li Changsheng is different from them. Putting aside his martial arts training since childhood, he grew up in Sichuan, a place known for its fierce and unruly people. His parents didn't care for him, and he practically survived on his own. Having witnessed the coldness and warmth of human relationships, he was more mature and indifferent than his peers. He was originally a lone wolf. In recent years, Qiu Shanglin forcibly dragged him into her world, and his personality changed slightly. He became able to get along with people and even made a few like-minded friends. However, this could not erase the disregard for humanity and indifference to life that was deeply rooted in his bones.

Shang Lin had said before that Yin Yeyao and she were villains, while Li Changsheng was an absolute villain.

A so-called villain doesn't care about the lives of others, as long as he lives well. His motto is "I will not offend others unless they offend me, but I will retaliate if they offend me." As a child, he heard the old man next door tell stories, and Cao Cao was a powerful and ruthless figure that he could barely accept.

Even with Qiu Shanglin's years of warm care, such an unruly character could only be slightly restrained.

As the saying goes, "No fight, no friendship." Xia He was the leader of the bad students in elementary school. He had his eye on Li Changsheng as soon as he entered the school. He found opportunities to fight with him several times before they gradually became friends.

He knew better than anyone that Li Changsheng was a ruthless scoundrel... He didn't care about exposing his weaknesses to his opponents when he had the chance to kill them.

Staring into his cold, star-like eyes, Xia He felt a chill run down his spine, goosebumps rising on his skin. He immediately regretted his loose tongue. Chang Sheng had always disliked others gossiping about him and Shang Lin; he treated Shang Lin like a younger sister. Chang Sheng had grown up without the care of family; the Qiu family was closer than blood relatives. How could he have forgotten this and so easily believed others' rumors?

Having figured it out, Xia He hurriedly defended himself: "I only heard it from others, it's all nonsense. Damn it, don't worry, I'll go back and slap their mouths until they're all slapped, let's see who dares to say it again!"

Changsheng had recovered and was slowly walking towards the teaching area. A few fifth-grade boys were playing around and accidentally bumped into him. They didn't even look at him and were cursing him. A cold glint flashed in Changsheng's eyes.

Xiahe happened to know those guys, so he quickly tried to smooth things over, yelling, "Damn it, are you blind? Get lost!"

They dared not provoke Xia He, and seeing clearly the people around him, they quickly lowered their heads and silently walked away.

"Never mind." As they approached the teaching area, Xiahe, a fifth-grade student, was on a different floor than the others. Just as they were about to part ways, Changsheng suddenly blurted out a sentence.

Xia He was stunned: "Huh?" Confused. Whatever?

"Ignore the rumors." A bloodthirsty glint lurked in the depths of his eyes, while his dark, star-like pupils appeared calm and undisturbed on the surface.

A cold glint appeared at the corner of his mouth: "Who saw it?"

Xia He wasn't stupid; after his initial confusion, he quickly understood what Li Changsheng meant. He shook his head: "I don't know. The story got back to me on the day you went to the performance, but I don't know who told me."

"In the small auditorium...one of the performers." He was certain.

After some thought, he realized that there was no need for the students participating in the chorus to practice individually, narrowing the pool down to the few who would be performing solo. It certainly wouldn't be Qiu Xialin, nor his partner Chen Hao; the two had become incredibly close lately, practically inseparable, so there was no reason for him to see it and not tell Xialin.

"There are only three left..." he muttered to himself.

Xia He asked in confusion, "Huh?"

He asked, "Who are the other two fifth-graders who participated?"

"Cao Yu from Class One and Fan Lixiang from Class Three." Without hesitation, Xia He quickly understood the question and couldn't help but admire Chang Sheng even more.

No wonder Angkor wanted to win him over.

Thinking about it, he also offered some suggestions: "Both of them are good at studying and their families have some connections. Cao Yu is honest and doesn't like to talk, and no one is on good terms with him, so it's unlikely. But Fan Lixiang's father is the director of several village offices. He embezzled a lot of poverty alleviation funds, and he's a gossip and a scoundrel—wait, isn't there another one?"

Suddenly remembering, he slapped his thigh: "Li Wenwen from your grade! She's no pushover either!"

He put on a sly expression and leaned closer: "I heard she really likes you, didn't you know?"

Changsheng remained unmoved, leaving him humiliated. He muttered listlessly, "Although it's not bad to keep Qiu Shanglin company, she's only a few years old, and she's so clever. You treat her like a younger sister. Li Wenwen is quite nice..."

Changsheng gave him a cold look and fell silent.