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

Chapter 601 Dawn (7)

Yan Zhen saw that his eyes were red with self-blame and felt a little sorry for him, so he gestured to tell him that he was fine.

Jing Chen grabbed her waving hand: "Don't move."

Yan Zhen: "..."

Because of the burn incident, Yan Zhen was still asleep the next morning when Jing Chen pushed open the door, pulled her out of bed, and rubbed her face a few times like kneading dough to wake her up a bit. Then he picked up thick pants and a sweater and put them on her.

Yan Zhen let him do whatever he wanted with her messy hair until Jing Chen washed her face, stuffed snacks and a thermos filled with hot water into her schoolbag, and squatted down to put on her shoes. Only then did Yan Zhen realize that Jing Chen was going to take her out with him.

But he was wearing a school uniform and carrying a schoolbag.

Does that mean they're going to take me to school with them?

Jing Chen took Yan Zhen's hand and prepared to leave, but Yan Zhen stood still and refused to move.

Jing Chen could tell that she didn't want to go to school, so he squatted down and looked at her: "Your brother only goes to school for half a day and comes back at noon. I'm worried about you staying at home by yourself."

Yan Zhen shook his head.

If she stays at home, she can take a nap, but if she goes to school, where does Jingchen plan to put her?

"You have to go, whether you like it or not." After saying that, Jing Chen didn't give Yan Zhen any room to resist. He picked her up with his right hand and hoisted her onto his shoulder, took the raincoat hanging by the door with his left hand, and quickly went out, locked the door, and went downstairs in one go.

When Yan Zhen was thrown onto the back of the bicycle and covered with a raincoat, he looked resentful.

There was a breakfast shop outside the residential area. Jing Chen bought steamed buns, milk, and tea eggs, and stuffed them into Yan Zhen's arms while they were still warm: "Eat them when you get to school."

The school is a half-hour bike ride from Jing Chen's home. In the south, the temperature difference between day and night is large in winter, and the morning wind blowing on you is like a magical attack.

Yan Zhen sat on the back of the bicycle, wearing a transparent raincoat that kept the wind out and kept her warm. She held onto the metal frame of the back seat with one hand to maintain her balance, and slowly sipped her milk with the other.

Upon arriving at the school, Jing Chen was stopped by the security guard at the school gate: "Jing, why are you bringing a child to school?"

Jing Chen had clearly prepared his explanation beforehand, and said without changing his expression, "This is my younger sister. There was no one to take care of her at home, so I had no choice but to bring her to school. I have already spoken to her homeroom teacher, and she said it's okay for me to bring her."

The gatekeeper didn't doubt Jing Chen's words and readily let him pass: "Ride your bike slowly."

Jing Chen parked the bicycle in the bike shed, put away his raincoat, lifted Yan Zhen off the back seat, and carried her straight to the teaching building.

Within ten minutes of entering the teaching building, Yan Zhen witnessed Jing Chen's acting skills change dramatically—he took Yan Zhen's hand and told the teacher that this was his five-year-old sister, who had been fostered by relatives in the countryside after her parents passed away. However, the relatives disliked her because she was a girl, and not only did they not feed her enough, but they also did not provide her with warm clothes in the winter. In the winter in the south, when the temperature was below zero, her hands and feet were covered in frostbite.

He took leave some time ago to go back to his hometown in the countryside to visit his sister. His sister had been beaten by relatives and was covered in bruises and almost starved to death. He had no choice but to bring his sister back with him.

"We originally left her at home, but she got scalded by a kettle yesterday," Jing Chen said, rolling up Yan Zhen's sleeve to show the teacher the blisters on the back of her hand.

“Teacher Chen, my younger sister is my only family member. She is too young, and I don’t feel comfortable leaving her alone at home. Could you bring her to school? Don’t worry, she is very well-behaved. She had a serious illness when she was little and still can’t speak. She won’t disrupt the class or cause you any trouble.”

Upon hearing these words, several teachers in the academic affairs office looked distressed, and Teacher Chen's eyes even welled up with tears.

"It's okay, let her stay in the office, we'll keep an eye on her for you."

"Thank you, teacher!" Jingchen said gratefully. "However, my sister is very afraid of strangers after being beaten by a relative. She might be scared if she stays in the office. Can I bring her to the classroom?"

Teacher Chen hesitated for a moment, but still agreed: "Okay, this is a special case for you. I'll talk to the director about it later."

As soon as he stepped out of the administrative office, Jing Chen's expression, which had been as bleak and miserable as a cabbage, instantly returned to normal. He picked up Yan Zhen and quickly walked into the classroom.

Jingchen's act of "bringing his younger sister to school" attracted a crowd in the class.

Yan Zhen sat in Jing Chen's seat, looking at the dozen or so first-year junior high school students in school uniforms who had gathered around him, without changing his expression.

"Jing Chen, why doesn't your sister look like you at all?"

What happened to her hand?

"Why is she so thin...Does your little sister eat candy?"

Jing Chen patiently recounted how Yan Zhen had been "sent to a relative's house in the countryside and subjected to inhumane abuse," which filled the group of children with righteous indignation.

"Your relative is really awful."

"Exactly, how can you treat a child like that?"

"My sister is suffering so much, she's so pitiful."

After everyone reminisced, Yan Zhen received all sorts of snacks before the school bell rang, filling Jing Chen's desk drawer to the brim.

After class started, Jingchen was worried that Yanzhen would be bored, so he gave her a blank notebook and a pen and let her write and draw freely.

The two classes passed quickly, and the third class was physical education.

Jing Chen took Yan Zhen to the playground.

During free time, Jing Chen was sitting with Yan Zhen on the edge of the playground, basking in the sun, when a boy dribbled a basketball over and said, "Hey, top student, let's go play ball."

Jing Chen shook his head: "No fighting, you guys play."

The boy glanced at Yan Zhen next to him, then pointed to a few girls sitting on the edge of the playground and said, "Zhou Xiaoya, could you watch Xiaobudian for a bit? I'm playing ball with the top student."

The girl named Zhou Xiaoya agreed: "Okay."

Jing Chen wanted to refuse, but Yan Zhen poked his waist, signaling him to go play.

He hesitated for a moment, then said in a low voice, "I'll be back in a bit."

After Jing Chen left, Zhou Xiaoya and several other girls sat around Yan Zhen, took out a string and taught Yan Zhen how to play with it.

Perhaps it was because Yan Zhen looked a little dazed as she focused intently on cat's cradle, and because she couldn't speak, that gave the girls the impression that she was "forgetful" and "couldn't understand what adults were saying." In front of Yan Zhen, Zhou Xiaoya lowered her voice and started discussing it with the girl next to her.

"The little girl is so pitiful. She lost her parents at such a young age. What will she do in the future?"

"What happened to Jingchen's family? Where are his parents?"

“His parents work in a chemical plant. Last year, there was a chemical plant explosion that was on the news. His mother died on the spot.”

Zhou Xiaoya glanced at Yan Zhen and saw that she didn't react to what she said and was only focused on studying the rope in her hand. She continued, "I heard that Jing Chen's father was a junior manager at the chemical plant. He didn't have to work in the workshop, but after the explosion, in order to prevent a secondary explosion, he risked entering the workshop to shut off the valve and died in the workshop as well."

"Huh? Both are gone?"

“Yes, I heard that they received a lot of compensation, it seems to be hundreds of thousands or more than a million. At the time, my mother said that Jingchen was so young, she didn’t know if he could keep the money, and she was afraid that the relatives would come and take a share of it.”