Slag Shou Cultivating Manual - Chapter 27

Although He Lang was somewhat displeased with kindergarten life, he still found it relatively relaxed and enjoyable. Besides singing and dancing, there were cartoons and storytelling that helped him better understand this world. Since he was at an elite kindergarten, the activities were particularly rich.

For example, today, they went to the zoo.

The teacher told the children to hold hands to avoid getting lost. He Lang was initially reluctant, but when he glanced to the side, he saw a little girl with twin ponytails, a round face, and fair skin, who was very cute. He hesitated for a moment but still wanted to shake his head.

The little girl, who had never been rejected before, looked at He Lang with a pitiful expression. With no one holding her right hand, she nervously reached out to him.

He Lang sighed slightly and took her small hand.

The little girl was very lively, her soft and crisp voice chirping around him like a little sparrow. “My name is Zhen Zhen. Are you Jiang Langmin? Lang Lang, why aren’t you talking to me?”

Zhen Zhen, feeling wronged, waved her hand in front of him, but He Lang continued to ignore her.

When they reached the rabbit enclosure, Zhen Zhen’s attention was immediately diverted, and He Lang finally got a moment to himself.

“Look, the rabbits are so cute!” Zhen Zhen, excited, tugged on He Lang’s hand and pulled him to the rabbit enclosure.

He Lang’s eyes widened slightly in surprise when he saw the rabbit lying by the fence. It was none other than the melon rabbit!

He had been quite disheartened when he first arrived in this world, wondering why his spirit pet hadn’t come with him. Fortunately, they had reunited here.

The melon rabbit was easy to recognize, with its unusually large ears and spirited eyes. He Lang quickly slipped away from the group when the teacher wasn’t looking, and picked up the rabbit.

Zhen Zhen, seeing him bypass the fence and pick up the rabbit, exclaimed, “Lang Lang, don’t do that! The teacher and mommy will scold you!”

“Be good.” He Lang distractedly pulled a piece of chocolate from his pocket and handed it to Zhen Zhen, who quietly accepted it and ate it without saying another word.

He Lang then squatted down, placed his backpack on the ground, and gently patted the melon rabbit’s long ears, calming it. He took out the diapers and spare pants the servant had prepared for him and stuffed the rabbit inside.

Seeing the melon rabbit showing its teeth in a smile, He Lang knew it was laughing at him. He gave it a mild glare and tightly closed the backpack’s strap.

When he got home, he ignored the servant’s greetings and rushed straight to his room, eager to let the rabbit out.

“Is the melon rabbit okay? I hope you weren’t suffocating.”

“Host, sob sob, sob sob, the melon rabbit is so pitiful. It’s had enough of eating carrots and cabbage with those lowly animals!”

He Lang frowned in worry, stroked its fur, and kindly had the servant bring a plate of cut watermelon.

The melon rabbit, happily hugging the melon, finally spoke to He Lang, “Host, how are you doing in this world? By the way, don’t talk like that, or people will laugh at you!”

He Lang nodded. “It seems you’re quite knowledgeable about this world.”

The melon rabbit nodded vigorously, its ears twitching. As a high-level spirit pet traveling through time and space, it knew everything.

From its explanations, He Lang learned that he had traveled a thousand years into the future. He was also informed about the origin and development of this world and couldn’t help but marvel at human wisdom.

However, this world posed no real pressure to him, as he was still attending… kindergarten.

He Lang had no friends at kindergarten, only Zhen Zhen. So, when Song Qinglian happened to pick him up one day and saw the two children holding hands, she jokingly asked if Zhen Zhen was his girlfriend.

The usually silent Jiang Jingda glanced at him slightly.

Under the teasing gazes of everyone, He Lang stiffened his neck and shook his head. “No, I’m just looking after her as a daughter.”

His age was enough to be considered a father, and his tenderness toward her was out of affection. This was true, but when such words came from a little kid, it caused everyone to burst into laughter.

“You’re just a little tot; how can you consider her as your daughter?”

He Lang, embarrassed by their jokes and feeling his cheeks flush, thought she was cute and endearing. Besides, he was still so young—how could his parents discuss such things with him?

He frowned, grumbling internally. He chose not to dwell on it and went back to explain to the melon rabbit that he didn’t consider Zhen Zhen his girlfriend.

“Ah, so you’re into lolis, Host!” The melon rabbit’s melon fell to the ground in shock.

“What’s that?” He Lang asked, still unfamiliar with some modern terms.

The melon rabbit looked at this ancient person with pity. “Host, you need to get online more, or you’ll fall behind the times.”

That night, He Lang asked his mother for a computer and a phone.

“You’re only three years old. Can you even read? And you’ve already learned so much after just a few days of kindergarten?” Song Qinglian said this but immediately set up the computer and gave him the phone to make him happy.

Following the melon rabbit’s instructions, He Lang opened the door to the new world.

…

Since He Lang’s kindergarten and Jiang Jingda’s primary school were very close, He Lang asked his brother to take him to kindergarten instead of the servant or his mother.

Jiang Jingda remained silent, as if he hadn’t heard, and didn’t say whether it was acceptable or not. It was only after He Lang persuaded Song Qinglian, who then gave the approval, that he nodded.

Even in the short time of going to and from school, it was a chance to interact. During this time, he would hold hands with Jiang Jingda and try to talk to him.

However, Jiang Jingda’s character was so reserved that despite He Lang’s attempts to engage in conversation, Jiang Jingda would only respond with a bland “mm” or similar, which was quite uninteresting.

Over time, He Lang lost his enthusiasm. He wasn’t naturally a passionate person, and it was already rare for him to be proactive and maintain excitement in conversation, only to have his efforts met with indifference.

“Maybe I should just go to kindergarten with Zhen Zhen tomorrow. Brother only cares about going to school and completely ignores Lang Lang,” he said, pulling at Jiang Jingda’s shirt with frustration.

After a while, Jiang Jingda picked up his small backpack, saying, “No.” Although it seemed like he was helping him, he was actually preventing him from leaving.

He Lang smiled. What was this called again? The melon rabbit had taught him—shy yet secretly passionate?

Jiang Jingda seemed to excel academically. Whenever He Lang rummaged through his backpack, he saw only perfect scores on his papers, which not only proved his intelligence but also his diligence.

Even on weekends, Jiang Jingda stayed in his room studying continuously, which made He Lang give up on plans to go out and follow Jiang Jingda around like a little shadow.

Song Qinglian was slightly surprised. “You really like your brother, huh?” She had initially been somewhat resistant to Jiang Jingda’s arrival, fearing that her little troublemaker would cause a fuss. However, seeing their harmonious relationship now, she couldn’t say much.

He Lang glanced at Jiang Jingda and nodded firmly.

Jiang Jingda was the only reason and object of his presence in this world; he couldn’t feel any aversion toward him.

However, both of them were still young, and their mission had yet to make any progress. He Lang could only wait patiently and consider it an experience of life. After all, it was a rare opportunity to be revived, and beyond completing the mission, he wanted to savor life’s variety.

He Lang had tried to subtly ask Jiang Jingda about his future aspirations to get an idea, but Jiang Jingda paused his pen, looking gloomy.

He Lang thought Jiang Jingda might not answer, but after a long contemplation, he quietly shared his wish to reclaim his father’s business.

That’s how He Lang learned about the hidden story behind Jiang Jingda’s orphaned status.

Jiang Jingda, who should have been as pampered as He Lang, had lost everything overnight—his family shattered and their assets merged after his father’s bankruptcy. Despite his young age, his desire to restore his family’s fortune touched He Lang, who couldn’t help but feel a pang of sympathy for him.

He patted Jiang Jingda’s shoulder, reassuring him that everything would come to pass.

Jiang Jingda nodded, hesitating to say more. Just then, Aunt Hui came in with a small blanket, reminding them it was nap time.

“Let’s have both young masters take a nap together.”

Seeing the two children unwilling to separate, Aunt Hui spread He Lang’s small mat on Jiang Jingda’s bed, letting them sleep together.

He Lang soon fell into a deep sleep, but Jiang Jingda, burdened with worries, found it hard to rest. Turning to see He Lang sleeping soundly with his mouth slightly open, looking adorable, his heart softened, and he felt sleepiness take over.

Despite feeling restrained and awkward, Jiang Jingda couldn’t resist placing his hand on He Lang, gently pulling him close, finding comfort in this proximity. In a home that felt unfamiliar, only the child in his arms gave him hope.

…

Due to work, Jiang’s parents often went on business trips or returned late. With Jiang Jingda and He Lang around, they were more at ease, so Jiang Jingda spent most of his time accompanying He Lang. Although he didn’t necessarily play with He Lang, He Lang was always content to be near him, even neglecting his toys.

Jiang Jingda thought he might be neglecting He Lang, but He Lang felt relieved not to have to play with toys every day.

Jiang Jingda asked He Lang if he felt lonely. Despite having servants and seeming happy, he was missing close family companionship.

He Lang shook his head.

Even after his mother’s death, he hadn’t spent every day with her as a child. As for his father, seeing him occasionally was already a great blessing. Compared to that, his current life, with regular interactions and being cared for, was more than satisfactory.

Jiang Jingda felt a weight lift from his heart, seeing how understanding and well-behaved He Lang was. He couldn’t understand why the servants called him a little demon, as to him, He Lang seemed like a little angel.

Jiang Jingda thought for a moment, then said seriously, “Brother will always be with you.”

He Lang believed him. Perhaps because reserved people’s promises, though seemingly simple, were actually very solemn.