Our Entire Family Has Secrets [Transmigrated] - Chapter 17

Yuan Bozhu returned home before eleven o’clock.

When he heard the sound of the door opening, Yuan Qifeng and Yuan Wanjiao rushed to the door at the fastest speed, like two door gods guarding him.

As he changed his shoes, Yuan Wanjiao said regretfully, “That classmate didn’t keep you? It must be because you didn’t bring flowers. Next time, you must bring flowers.”

Yuan Bozhu was tired and didn’t want to say anything. He passed by the two of them and went to his own bedroom.

But when he passed by Yuan Qifeng, he was caught by the latter.

Yuan Qifeng was very strong.

This was one of his powerful advantages as someone with the bloodline of a beastman.

Even Yuan Bozhu, caught off guard, was grabbed by him.

He thought Yuan Qifeng was going to say something unbearable again.

But the result was unexpected.

Yuan Qifeng looked at him calmly, his narrow eyes squinted slightly, suddenly leaned in, and sniffed carefully with his nose.

“…” Yuan Bozhu withdrew his hand silently and took a step back.

There was a bit of disdain, but he restrained it.

“What did you encounter on the road?” Yuan Qifeng’s expression was unusually serious.

He caught onto Yuan Qifeng’s choice of words—

Encounter.

Yuan Qifeng seemed certain that what Yuan Bozhu encountered wasn’t a person.

And Yuan Bozhu was also clear, this scent came from whom.

“Nothing.” He denied it categorically.

“Yuan Bozhu, if you encounter anything strange, don’t hide it from me. It’s important.” Yuan Qifeng’s brow furrowed deeply, as if he wouldn’t be satisfied until he heard Yuan Bozhu say something.

Yuan Bozhu, however, remained calm and shook his head lightly.

Yuan Qifeng doubted, “Impossible, I clearly smelled it.”

Dog’s nose.

Yuan Bozhu thought.

“I said there’s nothing, why are you being so fussy?” Yuan Wanjiao pulled Yuan Qifeng, using her eyes to signal him to stop talking.

Yuan Qifeng was somewhat unwilling, but also afraid of scaring Yuan Bozhu by saying too much, so he could only snort coldly, “I’ve been staying at home these days, trying not to go out. If you encounter any trouble, tell me, I’ll handle it.”

Trouble?

Perhaps.

In Yuan Bozhu’s mind, Lin Shuanghuai had always been one of the top “risk-averse figures.”

But this has nothing to do with Lin Shuanghuai himself.

It was just because he received too much attention and had too much influence. Being close to him made simple matters complicated. So, Yuan Bozhu didn’t want to involve himself too much with him.

But Yuan Qifeng calling Lin Shuanghuai some kind of “thing” didn’t sit right with Yuan Bozhu.

Strictly speaking, none of the people present were completely pure humans.

Lin Shuang wasn’t at the point where they needed to intervene.

Compared to that, the bounty on Yuan Qifeng’s head was the biggest trouble they faced.

“Understood.”

Yuan Bozhu didn’t intend to say much, just nodded casually and returned to his bedroom.

Because of Lin Shuanghuai’s interruption, he didn’t finish his homework until midnight.

This was probably the first time in Yuan Bozhu’s years of studying that he had dragged his homework out so late.

Actually, studying was easy for him.

The difficult part was how to integrate his centuries of life with his current eighteen years into a seamless blend.

For example, when he first came to this world, Yuan Bozhu could easily memorize all the theorems and formulas in biology, chemistry, and physics textbooks.

But he could never understand what the universe was. What gravity was. Were the human body’s organs and systems inevitably destined to fail?

In the world he once lived in, such things didn’t exist.

Cultivation could change a lot of things, could ignore mathematical laws, physical formulas, and even human anatomy.

Ruling over heaven and earth, commanding wind and rain, living forever without dying, achieving enlightenment and becoming immortal.

In this world, there was only one saying: “Don’t be superstitious, believe in science.”

So, in the worldview of science, Yuan Bozhu struggled to memorize the contents of the textbooks and worked hard to restrain all the unscientific forces in his body, keeping himself in check.

Now, he completed his homework in the most scientific way possible and then prepared for bed.

Yuan Bozhu didn’t have the habit of playing with his phone at night.

It wasn’t until the next morning that he realized Lin Shuanghuai had sent him many messages.