Reborn as a Mortal Heiress Pampered by Big Shots

26: 026 50 years ago’s younger brother 26: 026 50 years ago’s younger brother Entering the room, Xia Yuzheng’s face was also full of uncontainable pride, “I just picked up Xiaorong, and Teacher Li was praising her again, saying there’s no problem for her to pass Grade 8 before the college entrance exam.”

Teacher Li is Xia Yourong’s ancient flute teacher.

The moment Qiao Yufen heard this, she couldn’t be happier, “Really?

Isn’t it true that passing Grade 8 can add points to the college entrance exam score?”

When Xia Yourong heard that her brothers were busy with something and had to leave, she first felt disappointed, but then seeing her grandmother arrive, she immediately fluttered over to the sofa like a little butterfly, hugging her affectionately, “Grandma, why didn’t you tell me in advance that you were coming?

If I had known, I wouldn’t have gone to class.”

Qiao Yufen lovingly patted the back of her hand, “That’s not acceptable, you must not fall behind in your classes.”

“Right, grandma, you haven’t seen my Grade 7 certificate yet, have you?” Xia Yourong said as she placed her backpack in front of her chest, unzipped it, and eagerly started to take it out to show off.

Xia Ye felt a bit amused—carrying her certificate around with her?

Her gaze swept over and noticed a long, slender musical instrument in her backpack.

It seemed…

somewhat familiar.

“Is that a flute?” Xia Ye casually asked.

To her surprise, Xia Yourong didn’t take the ancient flute out, but quickly zipped the backpack back up like she was guarding against thieves, and responded perfunctorily, “Mhm, it is.”

This was an ancient flute specially made for her by her father at the cost of tens of thousands, with the finest workmanship and materials.

Xia Ye, a country girl, wouldn’t understand, and what if she ruined it?

Qiao Yufen was looking at Xia Yourong’s Grade 7 certificate over and over again, her smile spreading across her face.

This was the image of a true lady.

“Xiaorong really does the Xia family proud.

While others in their third year of high school are only focused on their studies, you’re not only good in academics but also so talented!

Grandma is so proud of you!

And I heard you’ll be performing at the school opening ceremony?

That’s really great, but make sure you don’t neglect your studies, okay?”

Xia Yourong nodded with a smile and glanced over at Xia Ye, her eyes rolling as her tone suddenly changed to one of immense regret, “It would be great if little sister could come watch the opening ceremony performance.

I remember she’s only a month younger than me, so she should also be…”

She wanted to say ‘also of age to be in her third year of high school,’ but she didn’t need to finish her sentence for everyone in the room to get the implication.

On hearing this, Qiao Yufen’s smile instantly faded, first glancing at Xia Ye, then her gaze hardened toward Xia Yuzheng, “What are your plans regarding her schooling?”

As a daughter of the Xia family, she absolutely could not just stay at home like an illiterate!

With the question out there, Xu He and Xia Yuzheng both looked troubled.

Their eldest daughter was already assured of extra points for the college entrance exam, while the issue of schooling for their younger daughter was still unresolved.

They both remembered how smart Xia Ye was as a child, recognizing characters at one, reciting three hundred Tang poems by two, and doing mental arithmetic without mistake by three.

If she had been properly nurtured, her future would have been boundless.

Unfortunately…

But no matter what, she was 17 now; she couldn’t start from primary or middle school all over again.

Being with children much younger than herself, she would easily develop a sense of inferiority.

Xia Yuzheng sighed, “By pulling some strings, there should be a high school willing to take Yeye…”

Seeing an opportunity, Xia Yourong interjected, “Dad, the best high school in Capital City is Beijing No.1 Middle School, can you get little sister into First Middle School?

That way, I could take care of her.”

As expected, Qiao Yufen’s expression turned even sourer, “Xiaorong, grandma knows you have a good heart, but can just anyone enter Beijing No.1 Middle School?

And with your headmaster being such an old-school scholar, even if your father is the chairman of Xia Group, he won’t give any favors.

With your sister’s circumstances, let’s not make her face embarrassment…”

Xia Yuzheng also shook his head; though Qiao Yufen’s words were harsh, they weren’t wrong.

Xia Ye listened to the discussion around her and suddenly remembered an incident from many years ago.

About 50 years earlier, when she visited the human world, she had taken a little brother under her wing.

His parents had a ‘bad’ background, which, at that time, was quite fatal.

Plus, he was very young and wore thick bottle-bottom glasses, always being bullied.

She had saved him a few times.

He stuck to her after that.

Back then, the little brother said his ambition was to make the best school in the country.

To encourage him, Xia Ye had even given him two phrases.

He was so delighted, saying he would use those two phrases as his future school’s motto.

Which two phrases were they?

Xia Ye was having trouble remembering…

As she was recalling, Xia Yourong received a mass text message from the school’s academic affairs office reminding her that the winter vacation was about to end.

Qiao Yufen squinted and held up the phone at a distance, “Xiaorong, what are the last two phrases here?”

Xia Yourong answered with a bright smile, “Ah, that’s our school’s motto.”

After saying that, she articulated like a newscaster, enunciating clearly, “Strive for strength and perseverance, and seek improvement every day.”

Xia Ye paused momentarily.

Ah, that’s right!

Those were the phrases!