I Got Rich in Period Fiction-Chapter 629 - 599: Trouble Brewing_3

Qiao Qingyu’s heart skipped a beat. Could it be that Rongrong was in love?

Who could it be?

Qiao Qingyu didn’t fixate on the idea that it had to be Li Mingguang; as long as Rongrong liked him, if he had good character, ambition, and no messy family issues, she would have no objections.

Soon after, Qiao Qingyu stared at herself in the mirror and started feeling melancholic again. In the blink of an eye, Rongrong had grown up. In a few more years, she would truly become an elder.

Although that’s what she thought, seeing her still youthful appearance in the mirror didn’t trouble her at all, especially considering her mischievous son had gotten her called to his school several times.

He really did have good grades. Not to mention his classmates, even the teachers were envious. A sharp mind is always an advantage. This little guy always ranked first in every test. No matter how mischievous he was, no one could catch up to his grades. However, discussing his mischief did present a problem.

Furthermore, the boy had a strong influence. Despite their jealousy, his classmates genuinely admired him. In school, whether they were good or bad kids, everyone looked up to those who excelled academically.

That day, Qiao Qingyu had just returned from school when she was called in again. Her expression was less than happy—Chaoxuan’s mischief had gone too far.

The class was an extracurricular session, and the teacher had already assigned a task earlier. They were to talk about how caterpillars turn into butterflies, and the teacher had instructed the children to find related extracurricular materials, books, and even fairy tales on the subject after school.

In fact, this method of teaching was quite flexible. There were many children who truly didn’t know that butterflies came from caterpillars.

Chaoxuan knew all along, but he actually caught a caterpillar and put it in a jar, unbeknownst to Qiao Qingyu and He Xiuyu. In class, because of his good grades, the teacher let him speak first. He then emptied the caterpillar from the canning jar. The caterpillar was alive—a specimen he claimed to have cultivated especially, although caterpillars at this time of year would have already turned into chrysalises and hidden away. He had prepared this just for the class.

He even sought the help of Grandpa Feng in the lab.

Grandpa Feng was none other than Professor Feng, an old man with a fondness for the child. He was an agriculturist and, not that he intended for the boy to follow in his footsteps, but he liked Chaoxuan’s clever and mischievous nature.

Professor Feng had even specially created a biology corner in the lab for him, so Chaoxuan really did know a lot more in this area than the other children, and he was more composed because of it.

Chaoxuan had prepared a lot to say, and he felt quite wronged about it. When talking to the teacher, tears were welling up in his eyes.

This class wasn’t easy for him, and he had planned to describe in detail to his classmates the process of a caterpillar becoming a butterfly. He also wanted to express that not all caterpillars become butterflies; some would become moths.

But he hadn’t even managed to utter a single word of it...

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She was the apple of their eyes—beautiful and delicate with a particularly faint heart, her worst fear had always been caterpillars.

At that moment, curious, she watched wide-eyed, eager to see what treasure Chaoxuan would bring out, only for her face to turn pale when she saw him pull out a canning jar. Then, as Chaoxuan tipped the jar’s contents, she let out a piercing scream.

She had leapt up from her chair so hastily that she bumped her leg, fell to the ground, then stood up again and started hopping around on the spot, eyes closed, screaming and crying shrilly.

She was truly terrified.

Naturally, the class didn’t proceed as planned. It was quite chaotic at the time; the caterpillar had dropped to the floor in the commotion and was trampled to death.

Oh, the girl who stepped on the caterpillar was terrified out of her wits, removing her shoes and crying barefoot in the classroom. At that moment, the classroom was truly in an uproar, and the teacher hadn’t been able to react before the situation had spiraled out of control, turning into a complete mess.

He was a new graduate that year, and now students from Shifan University who had finished their studies were always looking to innovate, no longer as rigid as before. Additionally, there was a push for comprehensive development in morality, intelligence, and physical fitness, with extracurricular and extended education being urgent matters—they couldn’t let students know only about language and math.

That’s why he had meticulously prepared for this class, with a series of specimens about the caterpillar evolving into a butterfly all set up on the teacher’s desk, yet he had no chance to display them...