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Chapter 798 - 598 prosperous families bring prosperity to everything.

Chapter 798: 598 prosperous families bring prosperity to everything.

Although a scholar is often deemed good for nothing,

Jiang Chen still managed to win the young boy’s "respect" with his brilliant literary talent that leapt off the page.

Meng Bei looked at the poem on the paper, then at Jiang Chen, and unlike his previous perfunctory pretense, his eyes now filled with undisguised admiration.

Cousin wasn’t bragging.

This guy is truly cultured!

Even though his academic performance was lacking, unwaveringly assuming the role of the class’s bottom dweller, at least his joyous level of ability was quite impressive, possibly even exceeding that of an average child due to his family environment.

After his critical appraisal of the poem, he concluded in his heart.

It was on par with that "Qian Qian"!

"Bro, write another one for me," he begged.

Meng Bei said with hopeful eyes.

He had heard about his cousin’s fickle heart, but this guy seemed different, not only being brought to his home, but unlike those slick-haired guys, he had some real substance inside.

Jiang Chen put down his pen, looking puzzled, "What’s up?"

Meng Bei sighed helplessly, "Bro, do you think someone my age could write something of this caliber? If I hand it in, everyone will know for sure it’s cheating."

Jiang Chen couldn’t help but laugh.

This kid’s actually pretty bright.

Listening to Shi Qianxi at dinner, he learned the kid was just in his second year of middle school, an awkward age.

At that age, while there are indeed prodigies who can ace every subject, writing articles and poetry doesn’t really correlate to IQ, as it requires experience and insight.

Even the smartest kids can’t produce work with this kind of depth in their teens.

"Who said you were supposed to turn this poem in? I was just teaching you how to write about the moon," Jiang Chen immediately replied solemnly, then added, "You can follow what I’ve written and compose your own poem."

Meng Bei looked at Jiang Chen and again at the poem.

He recognized every character, but if you asked him to assemble them like that, it was not just a question of now, but probably something he could never do in his lifetime.

"I really can’t do it," Meng Bei implored, looking at Jiang Chen, "Bro, please help me, I’m your brother after all."

Jiang Chen was both amused and bewildered.

He really didn’t hold back at all.

Since the other was so unabashed, Jiang Chen wasn’t bashful either. Being realistic and straightforward, he said, "You want to win a prize, but that’s unlikely. With your grades this poor, if you suddenly won, everyone would suspect something fishy."

"So, what do I do?"

Meng Bei asked urgently, "She said she’d agree to date me only if I won a prize."

"Aren’t you guys dating every day?"

Meng Bei was puzzled, "Bro, what do you mean?"

"She should be giving you guys lessons every day..." Jiang Chen said.

Meng Bei grew impatient, "I’m not talking about that, I mean a real date, like my sister and you!"

I haven’t dated your sister.

Jiang Chen thought, but there was no need to explain to a child.

"Bro, how about this, could you help me write another one, something simpler? I won’t use it to compete, I just want to show it to her, to let her see my efforts," Meng Bei proposed.

"You’ve already written so much, can’t you just use that?"

"No way!"

This kid did understand women.

"If I give her what I wrote, she might not even pay attention to me anymore. She probably likes guys with talent," Meng Bei reasoned.

That made sense.

More importantly, it shouldn’t be about talent, but rather, that last word ’guy’.

As he spoke, Meng Bei grabbed Jiang Chen’s arm, determined not to let go unless he agreed.

Jiang Chen, who was both grateful and extremely loyal, and who lived by the principle "one hand washes the other," genuinely wouldn’t hold back.

There’s a saying that love shouldn’t be bound by age, and even less so by gender.

Jiang Chen gave him a meaningful look without a word.

Meng Bei’s face lit up with joy, and quickly handed the pen back to him.

"Creak."

The door opened.

Miss Shi, who didn’t knock, walked in with a regal air.

"What are you guys doing?"

Seeing Jiang Chen with a fountain pen writing something, Shi Qianxi approached curiously.

"Sis, brother-in-law is helping me write a love letter!" Meng Bei blurted out.

Jiang Chen’s pen shook, and he broke out in a cold sweat.

It really was a case of ’like family, like manners’.

Could such a thing really be blurted out without any consideration?

"A love letter?"

"Yep!"

Meng Bei nodded vigorously, apparently without any reservations, freely disclosing his grand ambition to pursue his teacher.

Jiang Chen set down his pen.

Hearing her cousin’s outright blasphemy, Miss Shi showed no censure, not even the slightest change in expression.

Of course, she herself was never one to play by the rules, so to other ordinary families, a youngster pursuing a teacher would probably cause a huge commotion, but in her eyes, it wasn’t a big deal at all.

"Let me see it."

On the contrary, she was brimming with interest, keen to see what Jiang Chen had written.

Meng Bei didn’t hesitate to sell out Jiang Chen. Before Jiang Chen could speak, he immediately grabbed the notebook and handed it to Shi Qianxi, "Here, sis."

"Tsk tsk, such remarkable talent, Jiang Chen," Shi Qianxi first looked at the pedagogical poem about writing a moon poem and praised Jiang Chen’s literary flair without reservation.

Then she continued to read.

The second poem was much simpler and down-to-earth.

"From the first glance,

I stood at your doorstep.

In my heart, a case hangs in doubt,

Why you have yet to ascend the court."

Shi Qianxi read it aloud, then seriously said to Meng Bei, "See, learn from others. If you had a third of his talent, that teacher would be as good as yours."