Pretty idiots are born to be played with and ruined by their husbands.

Chapter 63 Early Morning Talks Have This Use

A short while later, a sizzling sound came from the kitchen.

Ruan Zhijuan immediately ran into the kitchen, looking on eagerly, "It smells so good..."

About five or six minutes later, the fried pork ribs were served. Ruan Zhijuan wiped her drool, followed over, blew on them, grabbed them and ate them. Then, while still munching, she ran to the kitchen door to watch Zhou Gangxun make crispy fried pork.

I also made winter melon and meatball soup, a vegetarian dish of lotus root slices, lettuce and kelp mixed with red oil and vinegar, and a dessert of fried sweet potato chunks.

Ruan Zhijuan ate with great relish, a piece of pork rib in her left hand and a chopstick of seaweed in her right, enjoying the cool breeze from the fan, her cheeks puffed out as she shook her head and hummed happily.

"I'll take you out after we finish eating." Zhou Gangxun served Ruan Zhijuan a bowl of meatball soup.

"Where are you taking me?" Ruan Zhijuan took a small bite of lotus root slice, pressed her body firmly against the floor, and became wary, wondering if Zhou Gangxun was going to secretly trick her out and abandon her.

Hmph, he won't fall for his tricks and go out with him.

Zhou Gangxun pushed a brochure for Demei Adult Education in front of Ruan Zhijuan and said, "Read it."

At Ruan Zhijuan's age, she should at least study a little. It doesn't matter if she studies well or not, as long as she can learn a few more words, that's fine. Anyway, he can afford it. She can just go to school a few days a week for fun. If she spends more time there, even if she's not very bright, she'll eventually remember something.

"You...you're going to send me to school?" Ruan Zhijuan stared at Zhou Gangxun with wide almond-shaped eyes. So he didn't intend to send him away after all; he was going to send him to school.

Zhou Gangxun slowly picked up some food and ate his rice, saying, "It's not far, just across from the neighborhood."

Standing by the floor-to-ceiling window, you can see the school's teaching buildings.

As Ruan Zhijuan listened, she unconsciously moved closer to Zhou Gangxun and put her hand on his arm. "What...what do you teach, Zhou Gangxun~"

Zhou Gangxun looked at the forearm that was being held by several slender white fingers, his brows twitched, and he stared intently as he said, "Pinyin, writing, calculation, common sense."

After saying that, he put down his chopsticks, pulled his arm away, went into the bathroom, and took a shower.

He felt he should probably find some time to go to the hospital for a checkup at the urology or psychiatry department.

……

Registration desk on the third floor of Demei Adult Education School.

"After completing the literacy class, students will continue their education from elementary school down the line." Zhou Gangxun handed the necessary documents to the girl registering the students.

The main courses in adult education schools are divided into four types: literacy classes, primary school classes, junior high school classes, and senior high school classes. The second type is adult college entrance examination preparation classes, which Ruan Zhijuan does not need for the time being.

"Okay, Mr. Zhou," the girl handling the registration explained. "The curriculum of our literacy class mainly includes: teaching commonly used words and phrases in daily life, spelling and recognizing characters, and practical writing, including names, addresses, and simple notes."

"In terms of mathematics, it covers basic calculations, addition, subtraction, multiplication, division, and common unit conversions, etc."

"In terms of general knowledge, it covers safety knowledge such as fire prevention, theft prevention, and traffic safety, social etiquette and language, and basic knowledge about countries and cities, such as capital cities, national flags, and important holidays."

"The literacy class starts at 7 p.m. every week, beginning Monday and lasting four days a week. Each class is 45 minutes long, alternating between math and Chinese."

Zhou Gangxun responded, thought for a moment, and said, "Could you please show me the list of the other students in the class?"

"Or, we can offer a private class, and I'll pay extra."

The girl paused. They had never seen a literacy class requiring one-on-one instruction before. "Our literacy class here includes the textbook for one term, which is 300 yuan for all the content. It takes about three or four months depending on the course duration. A single class would cost about double that, 600 yuan, which is actually not cost-effective..."

"It's okay, it's just a single shift."

Zhou Gangxun took out a wad of cash he had just withdrawn that morning from his pants pocket, and pulled out six bills. "Teachers should try to find an older lady with a good temper and patience. The amount of learning is not the goal, so there is no need to be too strict with him. He should leave me a copy of each of his wrong questions and the content he doesn't understand."

He then efficiently arranged the subsequent schedule, "Since it's a one-on-one course, we'll start with two days a week, Wednesday and Friday evenings, and increase the frequency once he gets used to it."

The girl who registered accepted the tuition fee, noted it on the form, and said, "Okay, I'll arrange it for you."

Zhou Gangxun glanced at the classroom across the street. Through the window, he could see the residential area where he and Ruan Zhijuan lived. "And the classroom. I hope it's on the outside side."

"Ah, okay." The girl registering blinked, puzzled. Was it because the sunlight was nice over there? She also noted it down in her notebook.

After Zhou Gangxun finished his business, he turned around and saw Ruan Zhijuan already sitting in a chair in the classroom, touching the table and wiping it bit by bit with a rag she had found somewhere, eager to start class right away.

So this is what school is like. Now he can finally go to school like his younger brother.

If he had known that being eaten for a night would allow him to come to school, he would have already lifted his shirt and let Zhou Gangxun eat his chest.

However, the system told him not to show it to other men indiscriminately, and Zhou Gangxun also had to review it before it was allowed.

"Alright, this classroom will do. Don't touch the desks and chairs he wiped down. Please put them back in their original place after others use them." Zhou Gangxun said, taking out a hundred yuan and giving it to the girl. "This should be his first time studying away from home. Please take care of him while he's at school."

"Ah... no need..." The young lady registering the money declined slightly, after all, one hundred yuan was not a small amount, but Zhou Gangxun did not intend to take it back, so she accepted it. "Okay, I will take care of him, don't worry."

"You two have such a good relationship. May I ask, what's your relationship with him? Are you brothers, or uncle and nephew?" The girl smiled and asked curiously, "There's a contact information section here."

"I am her husband." Zhou Gangxun twirled the lighter in his pocket, his gaze towards Ruan Zhijuan growing increasingly somber. "However, he is indeed too young. Telling him he has a husband might not have a good impact on him. It's best not to mention this to anyone."

Some things might be commonplace in his former social circle, without any distinction of praise or criticism, but in a small town, among a large number of uninformed and immature people, they can become the subject of gossip and malicious speculation.

"But I don't really want anyone to disturb his studies, so I'll have to trouble you anyway." Zhou Gangxun remembered the name of the girl who handled the case; he had just glanced at the cover of her work log—Fang Meiling, "Ms. Fang."

"Ah, okay, Mr. Zhou." Fang Meiling nodded, clenching her fist and promising, "I'll definitely keep a close eye on him and not let any other boys or men get close to him."

"Um."

Zhou Gangxun slightly curled his lips, thinking that he had done a great deed, after all, he had saved the lives of those filthy things.

He took the textbooks and said to Ruan Zhijuan, who was still fiddling with the tables and chairs, "Let's go, buy apples, we'll make sweet soup tonight."

Ruan Zhijuan pushed the table and chairs back into place and asked, "Zhou Gangxun, when can I start school?"

"Next week...this Wednesday, the day after tomorrow..." Zhou Gangxun said, glancing at Fang Meiling, who immediately gave an OK sign. "Seven o'clock the day after tomorrow."

"Then I can go to school the day after tomorrow?" Ruan Zhijuan's voice was full of anticipation, his almond-shaped eyes looking around. He could learn to read and write again.

"Then I can go to school the day after tomorrow." Zhou Gangxun mimicked Ruan Zhijuan's tone, carrying his textbooks and walking out.

"Don't mimic me, Zhou Gangxun," Ruan Zhijuan corrected and instructed. He thought about what the system had said and decided to give this fool Zhou Gangxun a little something in this situation.

Because what Zhou Gangxun did made him happy.

So he grabbed one of Zhou Gangxun's fingers, his little finger.

Zhou Gangxun looked at his fingers, which had been slightly bent from being pulled, and thought, "..." I should have known this would be useful for going to school.

The intense sunlight cast dappled shadows on the ground, and the cicadas' buzzing was so loud it made one's eardrums dizzy.

Ruan Zhijuan shook her two joined arms and said, "Zhou Gangxun, let's go buy notebooks and pens later... Zhou Gangxun, I want to look at the book you're holding tonight... Zhou Gangxun, do you think it will be difficult... Zhou Gangxun..."

"Hmm...not difficult..."

At first, Zhou Gangxun responded to Ruan Zhijuan's every word, but later he became less responsive.

He shouts too often, it sounds like his wife is calling a dog.

A dog named Zhou Gangxun, "..."