When Sisi dashed into Aze's room, he was sitting at the desk, about to start his winter vacation homework with a fountain pen in his hand.
Almost eleven, he should be in the fifth grade, but when he went to the fifth grade, he found there was nothing new to learn, most of it was what Yun Mo had taught him.
Later, Yun Mo took him directly to junior high school, specifically eighth grade.
Although he was three years younger than his classmates, he was taller than many of the boys.
Aze stood out among the green and tender children, in appearance, height, cultivation, and quality.
Even the handwriting on the winter vacation homework he was flipping through was beautifully neat, as if it came from a family of calligraphists, rhythmically.
The golden tip of the fountain pen was about to touch the winter vacation homework when Sisi reached out to pull his arm.
"Brother Aze, you haven't agreed to me yet."
"..."
"Brother Aze, can I be your wife?"
"..."
