“Don’t run! If you don’t take it out, I’ll kill you!”
“No! Help…”
Wooden floor began to echo with footsteps of chase.
A door opened, and the lady of the house, Ji Qian, shouted: “Stop it! What are you doing? Trying to demolish the house?”
Xiao Yao, covering her head while fleeing, rushed to her mother: “Mom, it’s my brother, he says he’ll kill me!”
Kill? Ji Qian’s drowsy eyes immediately widened. “Xiao Guang-zong! Who let you use such words?”
“It’s Yao Yao!” the boy grumbled unwillingly. “Who told her to lose my rented comic book?”
“You still can’t use such uneducated language,” Ji Qian sternly admonished her son, then turned to ask her daughter: “Yao Yao, where did you put your brother’s comic book?”
“I… I thought it was so old, I thought he didn’t want it, so—” her tongue was tied, and her small hands were nervously twisting.
“So what?” Seeing her daughter’s guilty expression, Ji Qian was stunned, her face instantly turning pale. “Today is… Sunday?”
“Yes, Mom,” Guang-zong replied.
Ji Qian’s expression collapsed, and she rushed to the bookshelf.
“My exam papers? My lecture notes? Xiao Yao, I’m definitely going to kill you!” The mother went crazy, family teachings forgotten.
“Dad! Both my brother and mom want to kill me, come save me—” Xiao Yao ran to another room seeking rescue.
The result was—another “pursuer” joined behind her: her father searching for his missing martial arts novel manuscript.
“Woo…” Finally giving up on escaping, Xiao Yao cried: “Why are you all so fierce? My own homework notebook is also missing!”
“What did you say!?” Feet stopping in unison, voices thundering.
So loud and scary. Xiao Yao bit her lip, speaking softly: “I guess… maybe I accidentally sandwiched it in old newspapers, and then…”
Maybe the tricycle collecting scrap metal took it?
“Maybe Stone will return it to me—” she was still trying to comfort everyone.
Her mother’s punishment was quickly decided—
“If the homework notebook isn’t found, you’ll be punished to rewrite it twice!”
“Why twice?” Xiao Yao protested loudly.
“Simple,” Ji Qian said calmly: “Mom will punish you once, and the tutor will punish you once, which makes exactly twice. No mistake.”
Coincidentally, her mother and tutor were the same person.
What is a manuscript rejection?
