My Wife Came From A Thousand Years Ago

Chapter 180: Doing homework is the happiest thing in the world

The next day, Jiang He’s peculiar gaze made Xu Qing feel uneasy.

“Why aren’t you traveling anymore?” he asked.

“Huh? Oh.” Jiang He casually averted her eyes and replied, “I still need to learn how to use the computer. I’ll go when I feel like it.”

Xu Qing couldn’t argue. Her abundant energy needed an outlet, and since she wasn’t leaving, he had no choice but to burn off his own restlessness by practicing punches and sword techniques.

As Jiang He’s awareness continued to awaken, Xu Qing felt a faint sense of danger. He worried that one night, while he was sound asleep, she might yank the covers off and pin him to the bed.

Xu Qing thought this was a real possibility. After all, when they first started kissing, she’d been shy. But after getting a taste of it, she started pinning him down whenever she pleased—for months—before finally settling for the occasional hug.

Now, Jiang He kept sneaking glances at him. This was a dangerous sign.

When she snuck another sidelong look, Xu Qing couldn’t take it anymore. Rubbing his wrist, sore from practicing swordsmanship, he said, “I’m heading out.”

“Just out for a walk.”

Grabbing his keys and phone, Xu Qing left. The phone was only for staying in touch—he had no intention of sending Jiang He travel updates like some frog hopping off with a tiny backpack.

The day was perfect: blue skies, white clouds, and a gentle breeze. Xu Qing strolled to the main gate, scanned his access card, and stepped outside.

The newly implemented electronic gate was still a novelty for Uncle Zhao. His sharp eyes darted around as he watched delivery workers and couriers approach, diligently ensuring they registered before using the card on his finger to let them in. The gate was unlocked only during specific hours at noon and evening; the rest of the time, access required a card.

“Isn’t it a hassle, Uncle Zhao?” Xu Qing asked, hands in his pockets.

“No hassle at all. Beats dozing off here all day.”

“You’re one of the few so dedicated.”

“Of course. I live here,” Uncle Zhao replied, rolling his eyes. “You think I’d let thieves ransack the place and have no face left to show?”

Xu Qing chuckled. Uncle Zhao’s son had bought a house elsewhere long ago, often urging him to move in and enjoy life. But Zhao refused, insisting on staying here to bask in the sun and earn his security guard salary.

“I sit here and earn over two grand a month. Why would I go live in your place where I can’t even smoke?” he’d said.

Xu Qing paced around the gate, then noticed Uncle Zhao’s face clouded in a puff of smoke.

“What’s wrong?”

“You and Jiang He don’t go out together anymore? Taking turns now, like you’re standing watch?”

“What kind of watch are we standing?” Xu Qing laughed.

Uncle Zhao’s hearty laugh followed, his sharp eyes catching how Xu Qing’s nonchalant stance, with hands in pockets, was identical to how Jiang He had left yesterday.

“Cut back on the smoking,” Xu Qing said, waving goodbye as he wondered where to wander next.

“A smoke after a meal is like a godsend—you know that.”

“That saying’s been debunked by scientists.”

“Oh?” Uncle Zhao straightened up in surprise. “Scientists studied that?”

“Yeah, and there aren’t any gods in this world.”

“….”

Xu Qing meandered toward the east, where the greenery was lush and shaded, unlike the sunnier western road. His thoughts drifted to the awkward moment last night when Jiang He brushed against him with her leg. It shouldn’t have been a big deal, but considering her identity and those glances, it felt…awkward.

Such a pure lady knight, learning that so quickly.

The east side housed a school. Though there were no classes during the May Day holiday, the bell still rang on schedule. Hearing the familiar chime, Xu Qing slowed his steps and sat on the edge of a flowerbed, hands in his pockets, staring at the playground.

He had attended elementary school here, and the sight of the familiar buildings stirred memories. Back then, he and his friends, including Qin Hao, would climb the basketball hoop’s support beam, competing to see who could climb faster.

Xu Qing believed his height was due to years of hanging from the hoop. As for Qin Hao? He might have been even shorter if not for their years of dangling together.

Looking at the now-renovated track and playground, Xu Qing felt a pang of nostalgia. In just over a decade, so much had changed.

“Is there treasure over there or something?” Aunt Cheng Yulan’s curious voice startled him. She bent down to follow his gaze.

She had been heading to another street but couldn’t resist checking on Xu Qing. Last time it was Jiang He sitting here staring off; now, it was Xu Qing. Something odd was going on.

“What treasure?” Xu Qing asked, puzzled.

“I don’t know. What are you looking at?”

“Just the distance. It’s interesting.”

Xu Qing pointed out across the playground. Aunt Cheng’s expression turned even stranger, a feeling of déjà vu washing over her.

“What’s wrong?” Xu Qing asked.

“Something feels off,” she muttered, scratching her head before walking away. “You young folks think of the weirdest things.”

??

Xu Qing blinked, utterly baffled.

A few minutes later, the school bell rang again—first for class dismissal, now for the start of the next period. Once upon a time, that sound had been irritating. Now, it felt oddly pleasant. Not having to attend class or do homework was pure bliss.

Inspired, Xu Qing pulled out his phone to browse Taobao. He found a three-year set of elementary school language, math, and English textbooks for just over twenty yuan. He added grades four, five, and six for good measure, thinking he’d surprise Jiang He with a complete set of practice books. Once she finished them, she’d graduate—and he’d even Photoshop her a diploma to celebrate.

“What are you doing?” Xu Qing called Wang Zijun, who answered with the sound of a woman screaming in the background.

“Amusement park! Wanna join us?” Wang asked excitedly.

“Childish.”

“It’s thrilling! Except the lines are killing me. This lousy park doesn’t even have VIP options.”

“Are you in Jiang City?”

“Of course. Where else? Fly to Shanghai Disneyland? I wish. My date doesn’t want to travel that far.”

“Oh, so this one’s good, huh? Better than the last?” Xu Qing teased, piecing together the situation.

“Good my ass!” Wang’s voice dropped to a whisper. “She’s not my girlfriend yet. I’m working on it. Come ride the Flying Chairs with us!”

“No way. You have fun. Only an idiot would go now.”

The holiday crowd was predictably overwhelming. May Day wasn’t for fun—it was for queuing.

“You think everyone’s as idle as you?” Wang scoffed.

“Coming from you, that’s rich,” Xu Qing retorted.

Some people had money and time; others had neither but were free. Xu Qing was glad to be the latter. If he were like Wang, with a family empire to manage, his personality wouldn’t allow for such a carefree life. The stress would be unbearable.

Fortunately, Xu Wenbin was just an archaeologist.

Xu Qing hung up, pondering the amusement park’s attractions. It might be fun to take Jiang He, but not now—better to wait until after the holiday chaos subsided.

When he returned home, Jiang He was reading a book, oblivious to the three sets of elementary school textbooks Xu Qing had just ordered. The computer beside her echoed a lively dialogue:

“His dad got hurt drinking milk.”

“How do you get hurt drinking milk?”

“The cow sat down halfway through.”

“Was he slurping it standing up?”

“Well, he couldn’t reach sitting down!”

Jiang He chuckled, looking up at the clock before turning to Xu Qing. “Back?”

“Mm.” Xu Qing nodded, studying her. She had started enjoying comedy skits.

Her smile was beautiful.

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