Reaching the age of thirty, my income randomly doubled

Chapter 421 - 255: Dad’s Genes Are Too Poor

September, the fall begins.

The big event for Old Chen’s family is no doubt Chen An’an starting school.

Having had a blast for two months, Chen An’an is still clueless at the start of school.

Forgetful, vacant eyes, listless, that’s exactly her state right now.

Completely different from her holiday frenzy, she becomes dull and disheartened as soon as school begins.

Just like us being told to go to work suddenly after a three-day holiday.

Song Yanxi is hustling about for her, even the little fart kid doesn’t understand what’s going on.

Surprisingly, she even has a red ribbon tied on her head, with four conspicuous characters.

Study Hard?

"Sis, go for it, I wanna read books, too."

Seeing her sister go to school, Little Chubby Girl also wants to go.

She just likes to follow along.

Chen An’an had just reluctantly returned from Xiangjiang to Magic City the night before.

The joy of a child is to have holidays.

The sorrow of a child is being told the moment they need to go back to school.

"Chen An’an, if you come last in exams again this year, see if I don’t spank you."

Chen An’an really wants to remind her, Dad said the same thing last year.

Mom, you said that the year before, did it influence me to come last?

This is completely about family genetics, isn’t it?

In Magic City, on the first day of school, it even started pouring rain.

No worries, it doesn’t affect their luxury car travel one bit.

Once you open the Rolls-Royce’s standard umbrella, there comes the aura of me, An’an, the big boss.

She’s beyond compare, having changed three schools during the fourth grade alone.

From Shijingshan Primary School to Capital International School, then from Capital International School to Magic City International School.

Alas! It’s really tough on her teachers.

The roads are particularly congested on the school start season, September 1st.

Chen An’an sits in the passenger seat, even deliberately opening the window, letting some of the pouring rain come in.

Not at all affecting her makeshift plastic bag cover, only wanting to compose a poem against such breathtaking scenery.

"Dad, do you think I could become a great poet if I grow up without inheriting the family’s billions, just to put some pressure on myself?"

"You can," Chen Pingsheng said, "It just means your dad will have to spend more money to have some literati puffing up nonsense for you."

"You can spend money on that, too?"

Chen An’an is puzzled, "Aren’t literati supposed to have integrity? Dad, have you ever bribed my teachers!"

"Integrity is a rarity; most bow down for money."

Chen Pingsheng feels it’s time to proactively teach her some truths at her age, after all, she will inherit the family wealth someday.

"And you want me to bribe your teachers! Chen An’an, that’s a dangerous thought."

Chen An’an stays silent, as she’s only thinking about how to greet and introduce herself to her new classmates.

Whether to make a sensational entrance or keep a low profile.

After some thought, she decides to stay low-key for now.

It’s worth mentioning that she and Yang Xiaole are in the same class.

Yang Xiaole’s family definitely can’t afford international school tuition without their financial aid.

It’s like finding a study prodigy friend for Chen An’an from an early age.

Once you get to the international school, the number of cars is staggering.

The base level is BBA, and you won’t spot a domestic brand at first glance.

The Chen family’s Phantom stands out as top-tier even there.

But it still couldn’t navigate smoothly.

So, parking by the roadside and walking seems best, Chen Pingsheng carrying an umbrella alongside Song Yanxi, just like countless ordinary parents.

Sending their daughter off to school with anticipation.

If only Little Chubby Girl were here, she’d surely want to go to school following along, too.

Chen An’an, carrying her signature yellow backpack, enters school, mainly because it’s eye-catching.

Wherever she goes, Chen An’an always stands out.

In recent years, school bullying has been rampant.

The only good thing about Chen An’an is that she never worries about that.

If someone tries to bully her, a swift kick from her little chubby leg is all it takes to send them flying into a big manure pit.

That’s how tough she is.

Her grades are definitely poor, but she’s attending the best class in Magic City.

Adding all sorts of annual fees together, fifty thousand is just the starting point.

Families able to spend that much on their child’s education are starting with an annual income of several million.

Chen An’an’s teacher is a particularly gentle woman named Wen Qing.

Her attire is also fitting, a pair of light-colored tight jeans and a white shirt.

Her hair is long, black, and straight.

There are two new students in the class, one is Chen An’an, the other is Yang Xiaole.

Wen Qing calls Chen An’an to the front for self-introduction; she wouldn’t be intimidated by such a small audience.

Chen An’an seriously tells her classmates, "Hi everyone, my dad is Chen Pingsheng, my mom is Song Yanxi, they are ordinary people, but they gave birth to an extraordinary me."

"Except for academics, I am proficient in everything."

"Except for academics, I enjoy delicious foods."

"Except for academics, I am praised by my dad every day."

Good… Yang Xiaole is the first to applaud earnestly, the exact opposite of Chen An’an.

Apart from academics, nothing is more impressive than her.

Chen An’an suddenly feels a bit embarrassed and tells her to stop, "Keep it low-key, low-key, the teacher is watching."

The smile at the corner of her mouth never stops; indeed, An’an, wherever she goes, is always the coolest kid.

Even the teacher, Wen Qing, exclaims in admiration — what an impressive young socialite!

Chen An’an, whose parents are ordinary, gets a seat in the middle of the class.

Yang Xiaole sits next to her, especially since they are both new to the school.

Wen Qing doesn’t know her background, yet still decides to ask her a couple of simple questions.