The Whole Family Are Villains, I’m the Group Pet 64

Chapter 64

Although only a night had passed, sitting at his small wooden desk, Xing Nuo felt like a whole month had gone by.

He meticulously wiped his desk and even his little chair with the small cloth his dad had packed for him.

Little Fatty, who usually arrived at kindergarten crying, seeing that Xing Nuo, his light golden curls bouncing, was already seated, quickly stopped crying.

He rubbed his eyes haphazardly, lifted his chin with forced bravado, and walked in, trying to appear tough and manly.

Xing Nuo turned to look at him, about to say something, when Little Fatty tripped over the threshold.

His ear-splitting wails instantly filled the classroom.

Xing Nuo scratched his cheek, watching the crying Little Fatty, and shrugged.

Zaizai had wanted to warn him, but it was too late.

Teacher Xiao Song hurried over to comfort the crying children.

The classroom was filled with a cacophony of wails and cries for “Mommy,” louder than the market across the street.

It took almost an hour for the children to finally quiet down.

Teacher Xiao Song, looking exhausted, clapped her hands and started the lesson.

Today, besides singing nursery rhymes, she was also teaching the children to recognize characters.

Xing Nuo, staring at the identical-looking squares on the blackboard, his chin cupped in his hand, felt his vision blurring.

“Down…up…” he repeated after the teacher, his head bobbing, his eyelids drooping.

He almost slumped onto his desk.

He jerked awake, clutching his forehead, and yawned repeatedly.

His sleepiness seemed contagious. As soon as he yawned, a chorus of yawns echoed through the classroom.

Little Fatty, leaning against the corner of his desk, his cheek squished against the hard surface, continued to sleep soundly, oblivious.

He still clutched a pencil in one hand, mumbling incoherently, as if still reciting the characters.

Teacher Xiao Song, her hands behind her back, walked over and, seeing Little Fatty, coughed loudly.

Little Fatty startled awake, wiping his drool, and looked up, his chubby face tilted back.

“I wasn’t sleeping! I wasn’t sleeping! I was…reciting…the characters!”

Xing Nuo and the other children giggled, covering their mouths.

Xing Nuo’s eyes crinkled into a smile, bright as the starry sky.

The character recognition lesson was short. As soon as the bell rang, the children scattered like little radish sprouts, running to various corners of the kindergarten.

Xing Nuo was pulled along by the apple-cheeked little girl to the playroom.

As soon as they entered, she put her hands on her hips and declared angrily:

“My mommy lied to me!”

Her friend, a little girl with short hair, tilted her head and asked:

“What did your mommy lie about? I’ve noticed grown-ups always lie to us!”

The apple-cheeked girl gritted her teeth, snorted, and stomped her foot.

“My mommy said my little brother has become more handsome! But I went home yesterday, and he’s still ugly!”

Not only ugly, but also smelly!

Thinking of this, she crossed her arms and stomped her foot again, even angrier.

“I’ve decided, I’m not talking to Mommy today!”

The short-haired girl also stomped her foot, the wooden floor vibrating under their combined force.

Xing Nuo, standing nearby, felt himself swaying even though he wasn’t moving.

His head, already dizzy from the character recognition lesson, spun, and he clutched it, his vision blurring.

He looked around, his eyes wide with panic.

“Zaizai…sick…”

He stumbled towards the door, calling for Teacher Xiao Song.

Teacher Xiao Song, who was mediating a squabble between two children at the doorway, saw Xing Nuo running towards her, clutching his head, and quickly supported him.

“Xing Nuo, what’s wrong? Did you hit your head?”

Xing Nuo shook his head and pointed at his head with his short finger.

“Teacher Xiao Song, my…head…dizzy…must be…fever…”

He had felt this dizzy last time, when he had a fever and had to go to the hospital!

Teacher Xiao Song crouched down and placed the back of her hand on Xing Nuo’s forehead.

After a moment, she frowned and switched hands.

Xing Nuo, watching her test his temperature with both hands, blinked and asked obediently:

“Teacher…Zaizai…sick…?”

Teacher Xiao Song withdrew her hands and gave a puzzled “Hmm.”

“I can’t tell yet. Maybe a low-grade fever?” She stroked her chin thoughtfully.

Fevers were common in children. The kindergarten usually contacted the parents and sent the child home.

Teacher Xiao Song led Xing Nuo, whose head was still spinning, to the office to call his parents.

Shen Wen didn’t usually carry his phone with him, so the call went unanswered.

Remembering that Shen Yan had left his contact information when he picked up Xing Nuo before, she called him instead.

Shen Yan’s deep, magnetic voice, slightly distorted by the phone, answered:

“Hello?”

Xing Nuo, feeling aggrieved from being sick, immediately spoke:

“Brother…Zaizai…sick~”

Shen Yan paused, then there was the sound of a chair scraping against the floor.

“Okay, are you…at kindergarten…? I’ll come…and get you.”

Xing Nuo mumbled in agreement, his voice soft and clingy.

“Okay…Zaizai…at kindergarten…waiting for you…”

Teacher Xiao Song poured Xing Nuo a cup of warm water, affectionately ruffled his curls, then, unable to resist, ruffled them again.

Xing Nuo’s already messy hair was now a complete bird’s nest.

Teacher Xiao Song coughed, embarrassed, and withdrew her hand, sitting down on the other side of the sofa.

“Drink some water, Xing Nuo. Your brother will be here soon. He’ll sign you out and take you home.”

Xing Nuo gave a weak cough, his head still dizzy, and slumped against the sofa, not moving.

He was always weak and tired when he was sick, he thought.

Teacher Xiao Song, seeing Xing Nuo’s pale face, the rosy flush from earlier gone, sighed softly.

“I’ll go and get your backpack.”

Xing Nuo, his little legs unable to move, like a little sloth, slowly lifted his head and mumbled an “Okay.”

When Shen Yan arrived, he saw the little one huddled in a corner of the sofa, clutching his small backpack, looking pitiful and unwell.

Xing Nuo’s skin was fair, his eyes usually bright and sparkling.

But when he was sick, his eyelids drooped, his eyes dull, his skin almost pale, his whole being radiating misery.

Shen Yan walked over and wrapped him in his jacket.

He gently rubbed Xing Nuo’s nose and, holding the limp little cub, asked:

“Why are you…suddenly sick…?”

Xing Nuo weakly leaned against his brother’s chest and shook his head, mumbling that he didn’t know.

“Don’t know…Zaizai…everything…dizzy…”

Shen Yan signed the necessary forms and carried Xing Nuo, who felt as light as a cotton ball, out of the kindergarten.

“The temperature’s been fluctuating a lot lately. Perhaps you caught a cold.”

He touched Xing Nuo’s forehead with the back of his hand.

“But you don’t…feel feverish…”

He wasn’t sure; after all, he wasn’t human and didn’t know what a normal human child’s temperature should be.

He carefully supported Xing Nuo’s head as they got into the car.

“Let’s go to…the hospital…and check.”

Hearing this, Xing Nuo, who had been happy about leaving kindergarten, turned his head, his face crumpling.

He mimicked his brother and teacher, placing his small hand on his forehead, then suddenly smiled sweetly.

“Brother…Zaizai…not hot~”

Like a melting ice cream, he snuggled against his brother, wriggling in his arms.

“Brother…touch Zaizai’s head…not hot…right…?”

Shen Yan looked down, a knowing glint in his lead-gray eyes, and chuckled.

“I can’t tell. We still need to go to the hospital…and have the doctor…check your temperature…”

Xing Nuo shook his head vigorously, his curls a blur.

“No need…Doctor…very busy…Zaizai…not dizzy…anymore…”

Hearing that they were going to the hospital, he suddenly felt completely fine, his energy miraculously returning.

He patted his skinny little arms and clenched his fists.

“Zaizai…super healthy…now!”

He rolled up his sleeves, showing off his fair arms, and urged his brother to touch them.

“Zaizai…very strong!”

Shen Yan, looking at the little one whose mood swings were more dramatic than the weather, couldn’t help but smile.

He patted Xing Nuo’s arm, trying to calm him down.

“If you were dizzy…just sit still…we’ll be at the hospital soon…the doctor will know…if you’re sick…”

Xing Nuo, having been patted rather dismissively, pouted and mumbled an “Okay.”

He cupped his cheeks in his hands and sighed sadly.

“Should have…stayed…dizzy…”

Shen Yan, hearing the little one’s strange logic, shook his head.

“After your checkup, what do you want to eat, Xing Nuo? Brother will buy it for you.”

Xing Nuo, hearing this, swung his little feet and patted his backpack.

“Zaizai has…sweet…red bean bun…but…but…”

He smiled sweetly.

“Zaizai also wants…sweet cloud bread!”

Shen Yan couldn’t refuse. He took Xing Nuo’s backpack and slung it over his arm.

Dressed in his suit, he carried Xing Nuo to the hospital.

Since partnering with Shen Yan’s company for medical equipment, the private hospital had always kept a VIP ward reserved for Mr. Shen.

The doctor, holding the thermometer he had just used to take Xing Nuo’s temperature, pushed up his glasses and examined it carefully.

Finally, seeing nothing unusual, he said cautiously:

“No fever. Perhaps…he inhaled some cold air…causing slight discomfort…”

Xing Nuo looked up at his brother, his small face beaming.

“Brother…Zaizai…okay!”

Shen Yan, pinching the little one’s nose, didn’t know what to say.

“You seemed quite unwell earlier.”

His convincing performance of weakness had been quite impressive.