Chapter 572: Aren't You Afraid of Being Struck by Lightning for Overacting

Breakfast was eaten at home.

There was no call from the Bo Residence, as they knew Nan Jiaojiao loved to sleep in.

Bo Yanching woke up early, exercised, had a shower, and planned to snuggle back in bed with Nan Jiaojiao.

As he moved towards her, she also moved and wrapped his arm around her.

Bo Yanching laid on his side and drew her closer into his embrace.

“Sleep a little longer?”

Nan Jiaojiao cracked open an eye with difficulty, “What time is it?”

“Eight thirty.”

Nan Jiaojiao yawned, “Alright, let’s get up.

I’ll go freshen up.”

She sat up, but halfway through, she flopped back down on him, her arm resting on his chest, lazily dangling off the bed.

Bo Yanching chuckled softly, “Are you getting up or not?”

“Just a little moment more,” she murmured.

“Okay.”

Bo Yanching, holding her, rolled over to lie down, “Perfect, I can take a nap too.”

Nan Jiaojiao didn’t tease him further; otherwise, she might find herself in trouble, necessitating another bath, which would be a hassle.

So, when the man attempted to kiss her, she swiftly burrowed under the covers, wriggled from the head to the foot of the bed, and then circled back to put on her slippers.

Bo Yanching watched her every step, the sleepiness not fully gone from her sluggish movements, and couldn’t help but laugh out loud.

He knew getting more sleep was now impossible, and he went out to arrange the breakfast delivered by the hotel, laying everything out on the temperature-controlled dining table.

After breakfast, the two headed over to the Bo Residence.

In the living room, only Bo Qingshan was there, pretending to work on his papers, while Qianqian had just gotten up and the Old Lady was coddling her.

After asking Nan Jiaojiao, Bo Yanching went upstairs, heading directly to Qianqian’s room.

Nan Jiaojiao waited in the living room, glancing at the toys and snacks piled up on the two single-seat sofas, and saw that only the long sofa behind Bo Qingshan was unoccupied.

However, he chose to sit on the carpet and lean over the coffee table to do his homework.

“Move over a bit,” Nan Jiaojiao nudged him with her foot.

Bo Qingshan obediently shifted to the side, and Nan Jiaojiao sat down, turned on a video game, and kept the volume at its lowest.

“Sister Jiaojiao,” Bo Qingshan lifted his test paper to show her, “I can’t do this problem, can you teach me?”

Nan Jiaojiao looked up, not even giving a glance at the test paper but fixing a gaze on Bo Yanching as his face expressed “thirst for knowledge”, and she chuckled, “Aren’t you afraid of getting struck by lightning for overacting?”

“Huh?” Bo Qingshan tilted his head in confusion, his face the picture of innocence, “I really can’t do it, where’s the acting?”

Nan Jiaojiao couldn’t help herself and raised her hand as if to smack him, then realized she was still holding her phone and lowered her hand again.

She couldn’t be bothered with him.

Bo Qingshan grinned cheekily and edged closer, “Sister Jiaojiao, my tutor isn’t that great, they can’t make me understand.

Why don’t you become my tutor instead?”

If Nan Jiaojiao hadn’t seen Bo Qingshan’s papers before, she might have believed him.

Back when Teacher Pan was teaching him, the answers were deliberately made complex, but Bo Qingshan always solved the problems with quick and simple methods, clear and precise—no need for a tutor at all.

At such a young age, he didn’t hide his brilliance at all, on the contrary, this time the teacher got lucky; he gave face and didn’t use his high IQ to embarrass others.

“Your uncle has told me about your IQ; for me to be your tutor would be an insult to you,” she said.

Bo Qingshan’s eyes widened, a strange blush on his face, “That’s so mean!

I can’t even pretend to be dumb if I want to!”

Nan Jiaojiao laughed twice, “No need to pretend.”

You are one by nature.

Bo Qingshan stuck out his tongue, having already completed his test paper but purposefully leaving two questions blank to tease Nan Jiaojiao—only to have the tables turned on him.

He solved the remaining two questions effortlessly, not even needing scratch paper, then he sat next to Nan Jiaojiao and peeked at the shooting game she was playing.