Who says I can't become a Grand Master?

Chapter 178 The Little Witch with an Oedipus Complex Calls Her "Daddy"

Zhang Qingzhe frowned and said, "Then just wait until college. Maybe you'll meet a guy you're even more attracted to."

Su Nianxi pursed her lips.

Then, she pressed her long, white-stockinged legs against Zhang Qingzhe's body again.

This time it was even more outrageous; she almost split her legs 180 degrees and placed her feet on Zhang Qingzhe's chin.

She tickled Zhang Qingzhe's chin with her two mischievous toes.

Zhang Qingzhe hadn't shaved that morning; there were a few new stubbles on his chin.

When you gently rub the stockings, they make a rustling sound.

This made Zhang Qingzhe suddenly feel a little itchy.

If this little girl weren't classmates with her sister, automatically placing her in the sister's role, Zhang Qingzhe might have really been unable to resist and immediately hugged her leg to show his affection.

While playfully frolicking, Su Nianxi brought up a serious topic: "Brother, you love reading so much, you must know about Socrates' theory of wheat ears, right?"

Zhang Qingzhe frowned slightly, rummaged through his knowledge base, and suddenly remembered that story.

Legend has it that Socrates, accompanied by his most outstanding disciple Plato, arrived at a wheat field.

He instructed his disciples to pick a large ear of barley, but they were not allowed to turn around during the process.

So Plato continued on his way.

He kept encountering large ears of barley along the way, but he felt that there might be even larger ones ahead.

When he reached the end of the wheat field, he suddenly realized he had missed everything and could only return empty-handed in frustration.

Although this story sounds simple, it contains a profound life philosophy: there is no turning back in life, and many choices can only be made once.

If you cling to perfectionist thinking, you may end up with nothing.

When Su Nianxi mentioned the wheat ear theory at this moment, she was clearly implying that:

She has found the wheat she desires and now wants to hold onto it.

She didn't want to fall into the trap of perfectionism like Plato.

Zhang Qingzhe suddenly realized that he had underestimated this little girl.

She is not as simple as she appears.

Beneath her mischievous and naive actions lies a very solid worldview.

She may look mischievous, but she's probably much more mature than her sister.

Zhang Qingzhe was shocked by the theory and suddenly had nothing to say.

Taking advantage of the opportunity, Su Nianxi climbed onto Zhang Qingzhe and wrapped her long, white-stockinged legs around his waist, seemingly imitating the gentle swaying in the movies.

Zhang Qingzhe snapped out of his daze, glanced at the little girl again, and finally sighed. He felt he had to teach her a lesson and not let her get too cocky.

Zhang Qingzhe suddenly asked, "You really haven't taken a physiology class?"

"Yes, I never take those kinds of classes," Su Nianxi replied.

"oh."

Zhang Qingzhe nodded, then suddenly said somewhat seriously, "Do you know how to have a baby?"

Su Nianxi froze for a moment, then gently shook her head.

Zhang Qingzhe nodded, pretending to be serious, and said, "Having a baby is actually a process of exchanging genetic factors. As long as a man and a woman are close together in bed, the molecules in their bodies will migrate to each other, and then pregnancy will happen in no time."

Upon hearing this, Su Nianxi's eyes widened to their maximum size.

She glanced at Zhang Qingzhe straddling her, then suddenly asked with some concern, "So, what about the two of us now—"

Zhang Qingzhe nodded gently, "You're pregnant."

Su Nianxi felt dizzy and collapsed limply from Zhang Qingzhe's body.

She likes Zhang Qingzhe, she likes him a lot, a lot.

However, she doesn't want to have a baby right now!

If I were to have a baby now, I'd definitely spank her.

Su Nianxi panicked immediately, grabbing Zhang Qingzhe's sleeve tightly and asking, "Brother, what should I do now?"

"Sigh, I don't know either," Zhang Qingzhe shrugged.

Seeing the little girl roll down, Zhang Qingzhe felt a great weight lifted from his chest.

He gently turned over, preparing to take another nap.

Let this brat worry a little longer.

This is her punishment for not respecting herself and for casually sleeping with men.

Zhang Qingzhe took a short nap like that.

Suddenly, he heard sobbing behind him.

Then he realized that Su Nianxi was crying, pressed against the back of his shirt.

The little girl seemed to have made up her mind, saying, "I've decided, I'm going to give birth to her."

"Huh?!" This time it was Zhang Qingzhe's turn to be speechless.

Su Nianxi added, "But brother, you have to take responsibility."

"What responsibility do I bear?"

"You need to be a good father to your child. I don't want her to grow up without a father like I did."

"what!"

Zhang Qingzhe suddenly realized that his joke might have gone too far.

This little girl actually got serious.

Zhang Qingzhe slowly turned around and looked at the tear-streaked face.

The morning light filtered through the gaps in the curtains, softly falling on her face.

Her long eyelashes were like leaves, covered with tiny teardrops; her delicate little nose was red; and her moist lips were pressed tightly together.

She seems to be seriously considering becoming a mother.

Zhang Qingzhe reluctantly took out a wet wipe and gently wiped the corner of her eye.

"You've never had a father since you were little? Where did your father go?"

Su Nianxi gently shook her head. "I don't know either. Mom never mentions it. That—that seems to be a terrible story. Mom might still hate Dad."

"Oh, I see!"

Zhang Qingzhe nodded slightly.

He slowly reached out a hand and gently stroked Su Nianxi's soft, long hair.

"Don't worry, you wouldn't have gotten pregnant just now."

"Huh?! Why?"

"Well, actually, the process of getting pregnant is quite complicated. I was just joking with you earlier."

"Really?"

Zhang Qingzhe coughed lightly and said with some guilt, "Think about it, if it were that easy to get pregnant, wouldn't the entire subway car be full of pregnant women after a single crowded ride during rush hour? If that were the case, the birth rate would have already skyrocketed."

Su Nianxi was stunned for a moment, then her small mouth slowly pursed up.

"Brother, you're so wicked! You actually tried to fool me with something like this. I was just thinking seriously about how I ended up breastfeeding in the classroom."

"Ahem, it's all because you're so silly. You should skip fewer classes in the future!"

Su Nianxi playfully punched him, then put on a mature expression again: "I just felt something was strange! Novels all say that when you do 'that,' it's very painful at first, and then it feels very good. I was just worried that I didn't feel anything, maybe I'm frigid!"

Zhang Qingzhe was speechless again!

He no longer knew whether to call the little girl silly or precocious.

As the morning light grew brighter, the birdsong gradually became more lively.

Zhang Qingzhe glanced at the little girl lying on his chest and gently nudged her shoulder.

"Alright, you'd better go back to Lingyue's place. If she wakes up and finds you're gone, she'll start making a scene again."

Su Nianxi, however, clung to him even tighter, using both her hands and feet, like a koala.

"No—I want to lie down a little longer."

"you----"

"Just for a little while, just a short while."

Su Nianxi buried her face in Zhang Qingzhe's chest and said in a muffled voice, "Lingyue is sleeping like a log, the kind that won't budge even if you're rock hard."

She definitely won't wake up before eight o'clock.

Zhang Qingzhe looked at her with a helpless expression.

The little girl stubbornly rolled around on his bed, acting like a rogue who wouldn't leave and wouldn't do anything to him.

never mind!

I can't sleep anyway.

Zhang Qingzhe simply gave up struggling, opened his eyes and pondered, letting the little devil lie on top of him.

"Then talk to me," Su Nianxi looked up, her eyes sparkling. "Brother, what do you usually like to do?"

"Reading, cooking, disciplining my younger sister—" Zhang Qingzhe answered casually.

"That's quite interesting! I can help you teach her a lesson later."

"Come on! Don't lead her astray."

"Hmph! You're making me sound like a bad woman."

"He doesn't seem like a good person."

"You—you're driving me crazy! Why aren't you trying to comfort me at all?"

"Then why are you still lingering here?"

"I like it."

Upon learning that she wouldn't be able to have a baby and that Zhang Qingzhe didn't intend to bully her, Su Nianxi completely relaxed.

She started chatting casually about some family matters.

As they talked, the conversation turned to their mother.

"My mom, all she does is work, work, work."

Su Nianxi's voice carried a hint of complaint, "Every time she calls, it's just about whether I have enough money, or if I need her to send me some more. She never asks if I'm happy or if I've made any new friends."

Zhang Qingzhe listened quietly, thinking to himself: Why don't I have such a good mother?

"I really dislike her, and I didn't want to ask her for money, so I went to work part-time selling mood candies with Suzuki. But—"

Su Nianxi paused, "But sometimes, I really want to talk to her, after all, she's my only family. Even just five minutes, just to ask how I'm doing at school, whether I've been bullied. But she's never asked."

The morning light fell on her chestnut hair, casting a soft halo around it.

"And my father," Su Nianxi's voice suddenly became very soft, "I've never met him."

Zhang Qingzhe frowned slightly.

This suddenly piqued his interest, making him wonder what kind of father Su Nianxi might have.

"When I was very young, I would see that other people had fathers, and I couldn't help but ask my mother, 'Where did my father go?'"

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"Hmm! What's the answer?" Zhang Qingzhe asked.

"The answer is there is no answer. She's always very fierce, saying things like, 'You're not allowed to ask,' 'That person is dead,' 'It has nothing to do with you,' and so on."

Su Nianxi's slender fingers gently traced her name on Zhang Qingzhe's clothes. "After that, I didn't dare to ask anymore."

The birdsong outside the window seemed to have quieted down a bit.

A dark cloud slowly drifted by, blocking the sunlight from outside the curtains.

As Zhang Qingzhe listened, a strange thought suddenly popped into his mind.

Could this little girl have an Oedipus complex?

So that's why she's been clinging to me so shamelessly?

He thought about it carefully and became increasingly convinced that this was very likely.

Although the two are only one year apart in physical age, witches are generally younger in mental age.

Because Zhang Qingzhe has lived two lives, his mental age is actually much older than his physical appearance.

If we calculate it this way, maybe I really could be her father?

Su Nianxi kept talking to herself, recounting the problems of her family of origin, when she suddenly realized that Zhang Qingzhe hadn't spoken for a long time and seemed to be lost in silent thought.

She leaned her little head closer and gently bumped into Zhang Qingzhe.

"Brother, what are you thinking about?"

Zhang Qingzhe stroked his stubble, carefully choosing his words, and said, "I suddenly feel that your feelings for me—are not love."

Su Nianxi frowned her beautiful brows.

"Brother, what are you talking about? Are you doubting me? I can prove it to you right now!"

This little devil got excited and her personality started going to extremes again.

She sat up abruptly, grabbed the hem of her camisole nightgown, and wanted to strip naked on the spot.

"Feed, feed, feed!"

Zhang Qingzhe quickly hugged her and gently pressed her down on the bed.

"Don't get so agitated, let's have a proper discussion about the underlying logic."

The warm breath on Su Nianxi's ear suddenly silenced the little devil.

Zhang Qingzhe said in a calm voice, "I think you might just want a father because of your incomplete family."

Su Nianxi remained silent for a while.

It's as if someone has hit the nail on the head.

She stared with wide, bewildered eyes at Zhang Qingzhe once more, and felt more and more that this boy understood her.

Then, she suddenly laughed.

Even so, I can still like you.

"Well?!"

Zhang Qingzhe was surprised that she didn't refute him.

Once the little devil admitted it, Zhang Qingzhe seemed to have nothing more to say.

Even if you have a father complex, it doesn't necessarily hinder your love life!

In psychology, the "Oedipus complex" is called the "mother complex," while the "father complex" is called the "Electra complex."

This term also comes from ancient Greek mythology. Electra was a princess whose father was Agamemnon, the famous commander in the Trojan War.

King Agamemnon was murdered by his queen and her lover after his triumphant return.

Princess Electra was extremely attached to her father and deeply hated her mother.

Afterwards, she used various schemes and methods to eventually kill her mother and avenge her father.

In fact, both Oedipus complex and Oedipus complex are very normal and common phenomena in reality.

After all, for most people, their father and mother are the first members of the opposite sex they meet, and they have unrequited love for them, so it is natural to develop a deep attachment.

It's perfectly reasonable to use this as a reference when you grow up and find a partner.

Therefore, when Su Nianxi honestly admitted it, Zhang Qingzhe was speechless.

Su Nianxi, that little devil, chuckled mischievously, grabbed Zhang Qingzhe's arm, and whispered in a seductive voice, "Then after we get married..."

She blinked her clear, big eyes. "I'll pretend to be shy while crying and calling you 'Daddy,' okay?"