The divorce comeback system arrived right after I was born.

A sharp, stabbing pain shot up the side of my waist and straight to the top of my head.

Chen Zhi gasped sharply, his drowsy state instantly vanishing.

The combined sound of dozens of young children reading aloud was so loud it gave me a headache.

"Goose, goose, goose, with its neck curved, it sings to the sky..."

2009, September.

Jiangcheng Experimental Primary School, Grade 1, Class 2.

Chen Zhi rubbed the soft flesh around his waist expressionlessly and turned his head to the side.

In my line of sight was a delicately beautiful face.

Lin Wanwan had her hair tied in two buns and was wearing a brand-new blue and white school uniform, with her red scarf tied crookedly at the collar. At this moment, she was staring at him with wide eyes, like a little tiger guarding its food.

That deadly pinch just now was delivered by this seemingly harmless little girl.

"Chen Zhi, you're not allowed to sleep during morning reading!"

Lin Wanwan lowered her voice, her small hand still in the same menacing posture, not withdrawing, clearly ready to launch a second attack at any moment.

Chen Zhi sighed, feeling hopeless about life.

Since the "boiling water incident" when he was four years old, the relationship between the two families has improved rapidly.

Lin Shuxian, that old fox, now treats Chen Zhi like his own son. This time, when it came to elementary school, he even used his connections to force the two of them into the same class.

Moreover, Lin Shuxian's homeroom teacher was also his high school classmate.

Thus, under the special care of this "insider" homeroom teacher, Chen Zhi and Lin Wanwan became deskmates without any suspense.

This was the beginning of a nightmare.

"Big sister, it's only 8:30 now."

Chen Zhi pointed to the clock above the blackboard, his tone filled with adult weariness: "At this time of day, a normal living being should be in bed, not here carrying around some big white goose."

For a working adult with the mental age of over thirty, having to learn pinyin and basic addition and subtraction in a second life is a form of mental torture.

What's even more torturous is that there's a "discipline committee member" sitting next to you.

Lin Wanwan remained unmoved, took out a Chinese textbook with a beautiful cover from her schoolbag, and slammed it heavily in front of Chen Zhi.

"Your mom said if you dare to slack off at school, she'll let me pinch you."

She confidently invoked Comrade Zhang Guifang's name: "This is for your own good. Zhizhi, we need to study hard so that we can get into Tsinghua or Peking University in the future."

Chen Zhi rolled his eyes.

Tsinghua and Peking University?

He might have had some aspirations before, but now all he wants is to make money and then lie down.

"I wasn't slacking off, I was meditating."

Chen Zhi tried to push the book back and lay down on the table to catch up on sleep: "I overused my brain last night while thinking about the future of humanity, and I desperately need to recharge now."

"You're lying!"

Lin Wanwan wasn't buying it at all, and her little hand reached towards Chen Zhi's waist again.

The movements were skillful, fast, accurate, and ruthless.

Chen Zhi stiffened, quickly sat up straight, and raised his hands above his head in a gesture of surrender.

"Stop! A gentleman uses words, not fists!"

Lin Wanwan snorted, withdrew her hand, and let out a soft snort.

"You must have been secretly playing video games again last night."

She leaned closer, her large, clear eyes scrutinizing her: "I heard everything. Around 10 p.m. last night, there was light in your room, and I could hear the sound of buttons being pressed."

Chen Zhi's heart skipped a beat.

Does this girl have the hearing of a bat?

"I didn't play games."

Chen Zhi vehemently denied it, his expression as serious as if he were discussing national affairs: "That was the sound of a keyboard; I was looking up information."

"Looking up information?"

Lin Wanwan looked at him suspiciously, clearly not believing him: "What kind of information do you need to look up in the middle of the night? And when I woke you up this morning, your dark circles were worse than a panda's."

She reached out her finger and poked Chen Zhi's eye bags.

"I'm going to tell Aunt Zhang."

Lin Wanwan played her trump card: "Aunt Zhang said that if you dare to waste your time playing games, she will confiscate your pocket money and give your game console to the old man who collects scrap."

This move strikes directly at the vital point.

Although Comrade Zhang Guifang usually doted on him, she was absolutely impartial when it came to the matter of "indulging in frivolous pursuits and neglecting one's duties." If she found out that he was staying up late and "not doing his job properly," then his secret stash of money and treasury hidden under the bed would probably be in trouble.

Chen Zhi took a deep breath, his brain working at lightning speed.

We must cover this up.

Moreover, it has to be perfectly round, so round that the girl feels guilty and won't dare to disturb his sleep easily in the future.

"Wanwan."

Chen Zhi suddenly softened his tone, and an indescribable sense of vicissitude appeared on his face.

He turned around to face Lin Wanwan, his gaze deep.

Actually... I never wanted you to know.

Lin Wanwan was taken aback by his sudden seriousness and subconsciously shrank back: "Know...know what?"

Chen Zhi lowered his eyes, looking at the Chinese textbook on his desk, his fingers gently stroking the corner of the book.

Do you think I'm a genius?

Lin Wanwan blinked, nodded, and then shook her head.

In the neighborhood, Chen Zhi was indeed a recognized "child prodigy".

He could read at three, speak English at four, and help Zhang Guifang with accounting at five.

The adults all say that the Chen family's ancestral graves are emitting auspicious smoke.

But in Lin Wanwan's eyes, Chen Zhi was just a lazy bum.

He did nothing but eat and sleep, or stare blankly out the window; I never saw him seriously read a book.

Everyone says I'm smart.

Chen Zhi's voice lowered, with a slight, almost imperceptible tremor: "But Wanwan, what kind of born genius is there in this world? Behind every glamorous facade lies untold sweat."

Lin Wanwan was stunned.

She had never seen Chen Zhi look like this before.

Fragile, exhausted, yet carrying a tragic grandeur.

"You mean...?"

"That's right."

Chen Zhi raised his head, looked directly into her eyes, and said firmly, "You think I'm playing a game? Actually, I'm studying."

"Daytime classes are too easy and can't satisfy my thirst for knowledge. I can only use the evenings to learn more advanced knowledge."

"In order not to worry my parents or make them think that I am under too much pressure, I can only study secretly and pretend that I am playing."

These words were logically sound and emotionally sincere. Combined with Chen Zhi's youthful yet mature face, they were extremely persuasive.

Lin Wanwan's mouth was slightly open, her face filled with shock.

But after all, she had grown up with Chen Zhi and knew all too well how cunning he was.

After the initial shock, suspicion once again took over.

You're lying.

Lin Wanwan frowned, her little face full of distrust: "You don't even want to read 'Ode to the Goose,' yet you say you're learning profound knowledge?"

"That's to hide your shortcomings."

Chen Zhi remained unfazed: "The tallest tree in the forest is the first to be felled by the wind. I don't want to be too high-profile."

"Then prove it to me!"

Lin Wanwan took out a thick book of "Three Hundred Tang Poems" from her schoolbag. It was an extracurricular reading book that Lin Shuxian bought for her, and she couldn't recognize many of the characters in it.

She randomly flipped to a page and pointed to the densely packed words on it.

"If you can memorize this song, I'll believe you."

Chen Zhi glanced at it.

"The Song of Everlasting Regret"

Bai Juyi's long narrative poem, totaling 840 characters.

For a first-grade student, this is simply incomprehensible.

But for someone who has undergone nine years of compulsory education plus the baptism of university, it's easy to recall after reading it a few times.