Chapter 523 - Bad Grades, Many Excuses

Chapter 523: Bad Grades, Many Excuses

Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation
Shui Anluo immediately returned to her senses. This meant that Director Chu was willing to talk to her now.
“What do you mean by ‘messed up seniority’?”
“If I’m ‘great’ to you, I’d be your father’s older brother.”
“Hahaha…” Shui Anluo laughed and toppled into her chair. Brother Chu was really cute, he had not even heard about this trendy term called ‘great’.
Chu Ningyi stared at her as she giggled and shook. He ignored her and continued to read his newspaper.
“You’ve read it so many times,” Shui Anluo stated, annoyed.
“I’ve kept my mouth shut so that you’ll be in a better mood,” Chu Ningyi replied evenly.
“I was wrong, okay?” Shui Anluo felt that dating a ‘Great One’ was quite strenuous. Why was he so serious?
“Even if I’m older, you should also endure it for me.” Chu Ningyi knew what she was thinking without even needing to look at her.
‘Uh…’
Shui Anluo felt a little embarrassed. ‘Director Chu, you’ve become a god again.’
However, though Chu Ningyi had ignored her during the second half of the night, she had not felt bored because her little ancestor had awakened. He fussed and played for a long time which was just enough to exhaust her energy.
Once the plane landed in Paris, who would be waiting for them but Luo Xuan.
The little darling had made a great big fuss during the landing so he was now lying on his mommy and puffing very hard.
“Come on, we’ll head to my place first. I’ve arranged for a helicopter for us later,” Luo Xuan calmly stated.
A helicopter, Shui Anluo believes that everyone around her all considered themselves to be exceptional aside from herself.
Luo Xuan’s residence was a castle. Shui Anluo could not help but gulp when she saw this. She wanted to ask if her bog brother was really a journalist. How much does he earn to be able to afford a castle?
Chu Ningyi was very calm. He was not too shocked by his accommodation.
“What, do you like it? Want me to give it to you?” Luo Xuan saw the look on Shui Anluo’s face and smiled.
“I don’t want it.” Shui Anluo felt irritated. “If you want to give me something, give me cash. I’d like that.”
Chu Ningyi gently slapped her on the head. Has he left her in destitution? She was asking for money at every turn, this little money-grubber.
Luo Xuan laughed and escorted them inside. Shui Anluo had no idea what the servants were talking about.
Chu Ningyi turned around and looked at the frowning Shui Anluo and suddenly thought of a question. “Did you pass your CET-41?” He had been looking through her cultural class and had forgotten this question.
‘Uh…’
Shui Anluo chuckled, this was an awkward question.
She had taken one CET-4 exam during her first year of university and had scored 295. That number had been shocking.
She then took the CET-4 test in her second year while Qiao Yaruan took the CET-6. She scored 295 again and it was even more shocking. At the time, Qiao Yaruan had commented that it was not all that bad, had she not maintained it very well?
As for her third year, she had paid the registration fee but did not take the test because she was afraid that she would not be able to maintain her score of 295.
Chu Ningyi knew what the results were when he saw the look on her face. Imagine him, Chu Ningyi, who was someone who only knew about scoring 99% ever since he started school, had actually married an underachiever who had failed everything.
“I-I have one more chance in my fourth year,” Shui Anluo stuck one finger out and softly answered.
“And so, can you pass?”
Shui Anluo lowered her head, she has thoroughly given up. “I can’t!”
Chu Ningyi stared at her head. His temper had pretty much disappeared at that moment.
“This proves that I’m patriotic,” Shui Anluo objected and stuck her neck out.
Luo Xuan’s fluent French came to a sudden stop. He waved his hand and sent his servant away. No matter how he listens to it, her answer seemed to imply that he had betrayed his country.
“Bad grades, many excuses,” Chu Ningyi scoffed.
“Hmph, hmph…” The little darling followed suit as if he was ridiculing his own mommy.

Shui Anluo covered the little darling’s head with one head. It would be best if her son was like her and would fail exams to anger a certain someone to death.