Transmigration: From Dragon Princess To Pampered Granddaughter -
Chapter 411 - 412: Why Is It So Old?
Chapter 411: Chapter 412: Why Is It So Old?
Upon hearing the compliment, Helian Qiao replied in her high-pitched, sweet voice, "That’s right, I’m going to school too."
Children who were familiar with Chen Dabao saw the backpacks they were carrying and envied them, asking, "Dabao, Erbao, where did you get these backpacks?"
The backpacks looked so stylish!
Chen Erbao held his backpack strap with pride and bragged, "We bought them at the co-op. They cost two dollars and fifty cents each! All the kids in the city use this kind of backpack for school!"
Upon hearing that all the city kids carried this backpack, the boys immediately clamored their parents for one: "I want one too, mom, buy me one!"
"Mom, I want that kind of backpack too!"
The street instantly erupted with cries of children begging for new backpacks, crying and making a fuss if their demands were not immediately met.
Those from well-off families agreed without much hesitation, "Okay, as long as you listen to your teacher, I’ll get you one in a few days!"
The children being brought to school were the pride and joy of their families. The adults, with no way to resist, didn’t want to feel outdone by other families.
So, after the first few made their promises, the rest also slowly agreed.
At this time, some children noticed that Dani and Erni’s backpacks were different from the rest of the Chen family and curiously asked, "Dani, Erni, why do your backpacks look so old?"
Erni instinctively hid her backpack behind her, and she couldn’t help but feel embarrassed.
However, Dani casually replied, "Our backpacks weren’t bought, my mom made them out of old clothes."
Upon hearing this, some parents’ eyes lit up — they too could sew a backpack from old clothes for their child; two dollars and fifty cents was indeed a bit pricey.
"Gu Tingyun!"
From a distance, Helian Qiao spotted Gu Tingyun standing at the village entrance and she immediately ran over joyfully.
It was hot and Gu Tingyun was sporting his little shirt and suspenders again, standing tall with an enchantingly handsome little face, he looked as sturdy as a poplar tree.
Seeing the little hamster bouncing towards him, the corner of his mouth twitched into a smile. He went up to her, "Guibao."
Jiang Manyun, holding her bicycle by her side, glanced at her wristwatch, and said to Ma Xiulian, "I have to go to work. Tingyun will go to school with you and your children."
Then she got on her bike and left, clearly trusting the Chens completely with her son.
Neither was Gu Tingyun dismayed about not being the center of attention nor did he consider himself neglected; he calmly held little hamster’s hand and walked towards the school as usual.
After a while, Helian Qiao suddenly stopped and took off her backpack, her face full of discontent. She said, "I won’t carry it anymore; this backpack is making my shoulders ache."
The human body can be so fragile!
Actually, little princess was just little and spoiled; her skin was much softer and sensitive compared to children her age.
In response to this, both Gu Tingyun and Chen Jianjun immediately offered to carry it for her.
But little princess instinctively handed it to big naughty dragon.
Chen Jianjun, however, took advantage of the moment and grabbed the backpack from his daughter, holding it securely in his hand. "Tingyun has his own backpack to carry. Let dad carry it for you."
Gu Tingyun didn’t object and simply reached out to hold the little soft hand again.
Chen Jianjun: "..."
He had an inexplicable feeling of having lost a round.
And so, he squatted down halfway, looking up at her with a loving gaze and asked, "Sweetie, are you tired? Let dad carry you."
There was still some distance left to the school. He felt a bit sorry for his little girl; her tiny, short legs couldn’t cover much distance with each step compared to his long strides.
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