After Descending the Mountain, Seven Big Brothers Spoil Me - Chapter 850

Chapter 850: School’s Starting, Time to Make Money!
Zhouzhou loved playing with Qin Bei. He was easy to deal with and didn’t hold grudges. If he had any sense of revenge, they would have ended their friendship long ago.

Qin Bei licked his lips and said with a silly grin, “Zhouzhou, you’re so nice.” He completely forgot who had made him cry just moments before.

Zhouzhou flashed him a bright smile. “You’re nice too, Sixth Brother!” The two little kids had just been in a playful spat, but in no time, they were back to being friends. This left Grandma Qin shaking her head in disbelief.

She walked over and gently poked Qin Bei’s forehead, saying, “You silly fish, seven-second memory.”

Qin Bei looked up at her, not quite pleased with the remark. He wasn’t silly!

Grandma Qin shot him a glance and scoffed. If he wasn’t silly, then who was?

She looked at Zhouzhou and saw the little chubby girl giggling with her hand over her mouth. What a little rascal!

Qin Lie also came over, scratching her chin, unable to watch his nephew look so foolish. He said kindly, “Don’t bully your brother.”

“Okay,” Zhouzhou obediently nodded and pulled out a lollipop from her bag, handing it to him. “Here, Sixth Brother, have this.”

Qin Bei eagerly accepted it, biting into it with delight. The sweet flavor melted in his mouth, making him even happier.

He asked with anticipation, “Zhouzhou, do you always give me treats after you bully me?”

“Then you should bully me more!”

Grandma Qin: “…”

Qin Lie: “…”

Great, they were now worried about him asking to be bullied!

Unable to watch him any longer, the two shook their heads and walked away. He deserved it for being such an easy target!

Zhouzhou smiled sweetly at Qin Bei, saying, “I’ll still give you treats even if you aren’t bullied by me.”

With that, she shared her snacks with him.

Qin Bei exclaimed, “Wow! Zhouzhou, I like you the most!”

Just then, Qin Nan passed by, covering his face. Oh no, it was another day of wanting a makeover.

The little troublemakers played together, and before they knew it, time flew by.

The next day, January 16th, was the first day of school.

Early in the morning, Zhouzhou happily went downstairs with her little backpack.

Suddenly remembering something, she quickly turned to Qin Er and asked, “Brother Dafu, can I get my scholarship today?”

When she had asked him before, he mentioned they had to wait until school started.

Qin Er, who had been receiving scholarships for five years and knew the drill, nodded. “Yes, there will be an opening ceremony, and the awards from last semester will be given out together.”

“Wow!” Zhouzhou’s eyes sparkled.

“However, it’s not much. The first place in first grade only gets five hundred yuan,” Qin Er reminded her, worried she might be disappointed.

He was mistaken.

Zhouzhou didn’t care if it was five hundred or even five yuan; she was thrilled. Money was still money.

She waved her little chubby hand, saying, “That’s okay, it’s still money!”

Qin Er agreed. “Exactly, little amounts add up to a lot.”

His savings from scholarships had already surpassed ten thousand yuan.

When he took the exam for middle school this year and won first place, the prize would be even greater.

He added, “Keep an eye out for any competitions. If you participate, you can earn more money!”

Zhouzhou blinked her eyes, curious. “What kind of competitions?”

“There are many, like singing and painting…”

As he spoke, he remembered her disastrous drawing and singing skills. He abruptly paused, quickly adding, “But those two competitions are quite far away, and you’ll need to pay for your tickets. The prizes are minimal, and you might even lose money.”

“Oh.”

Zhouzhou’s expression instantly dimmed. She sighed, pouting, “What a waste of my great singing and painting skills.”

Qin Er: “…” Are you sure about that?

He was worried Zhouzhou might participate, and the judges would demand compensation for their mental anguish.

Zhouzhou was blissfully unaware, completely confident.

“Are there any other competitions?” she asked eagerly.

“Yes,” Qin Er replied, thinking of her good grades. She could compete in academic contests; talent shows, however, were out of the question.

“I’ll organize the information for you later, and then you can take a look.”

This was his habit–he always collected information about competitions at the start of the school year, including dates, locations, and, of course, prizes.

He wouldn’t join any competition that didn’t offer money.

When the prizes were low, he would consider the timing.

Zhouzhou nodded enthusiastically, saying, “Brother Dafu, you’re so, so amazing!”

Qin Er casually waved his hand, “Just being humble, regular stuff.”

This made Zhouzhou admire him even more.

He was so modest!

Seeing the two little money-loving kids eager to snag every award available, Grandma Qin couldn’t help but facepalm.

Oh no, the principal was going to have a headache again.

Just as Qin Er was finally in sixth grade, nearing the end of his own struggles, Zhouzhou came along, equally ready to fleece the school.

What a nightmare!

She sympathized with him for a moment.

Unaware of her thoughts, Zhouzhou happily continued to ask Qin Er for advice.

The principal was standing at the door welcoming students and noticed the little chubby girl bouncing toward him, a smile brightening his face even more.

This girl was just too charming; she brought him joy just by being around.

But as he looked closer, he realized she hadn’t grown at all over the past year.

He silently complained, watching as Zhouzhou jumped right in front of him.

Tilting her head, she asked, “Principal Uncle, are there any competitions this year? The ones with prizes? You have to let me know when registration opens!”

As she spoke, she pulled a piece of candy from her bag and offered it to him, a gesture of goodwill.

She was quite the little socialite!

The principal’s lips twitched; he nearly lost his composure.

It was clear who had taught her to say this–Qin Dafu, the money-making machine!

While others paid to attend school, he had a student who seemed to come to earn money.

And on top of that, his grades were fantastic. He was also one of the students with the most trophies, sought after by all the teachers.

He certainly liked him, though sometimes his wallet found it a bit burdensome.

Hearing the familiar words, the principal felt overwhelmed.

But with Zhouzhou looking at him with those pleading eyes, he couldn’t help but relent.

After considering, he finally nodded, “Sure, I’ll let you know when I hear about any.”

“When will that be? I’m so anxious!” Zhouzhou asked, practically bouncing on her feet.

This truly stressed the principal out.

Grandma Qin laughed from behind, and Qin Lie’s eyes sparkled with amusement.

Watching the principal struggle to find a response left Qin Lie feeling quite entertained. He stepped forward and took Zhouzhou’s hand, saying, “Alright, you’ll know when it’s time.”