Ten Thousand Soul Banner: Deceased, do you have any unfulfilled wishes?
Chapter 352: The Ordinary Life of Ordinary People

Chapter 352: Chapter 352: The Ordinary Life of Ordinary People

En Gan Sixth Middle School, located in En Gan City, is not at the bottom, but it is also not at the top – it’s a very average high school.

And Zhang Xu Yang is an eighth grade student in Class Four at Sixth Middle.

Zhang Xu Yang’s family is ordinary, his appearance is ordinary, even his studies are ordinary, and even his parents’ expectations for him are very ordinary.

They have recognized the reality that, as a child from an ordinary family and not some extraordinary talent, setting too high expectations is like the moon reflected in water – it looks beautiful, but it’s not substantial and will not yield good results.

But ordinary people also have their ordinary happiness.

Zhang Xu Yang feels that this kind of life is quite good, playing games, watching TV, doodling, playing table tennis, and so on.

Hmm... except for doing homework, everything is quite good.

"Yangyang, don’t sleep in, get up."

His mother’s voice, as always, rose from outside the door.

"Right away," Zhang Xu Yang mumbled drowsily.

Then, the alarm clock beside him only then went off.

"Really..., more punctual than an alarm clock every day."

Zhang Xu Yang, who had wanted to keep lounging in bed, was so annoyed by the alarm clock that he had no choice but to sit up and turn off the alarm next to him.

Then, he just sat there, head lowered, motionless on the bed, seemingly not fully awake yet.

"Xiao Long?"

In his drowsiness, he seemed to have dreamed of Xiao Long. It was a summer afternoon, and the two were walking on a street flanked by dappled shades of trees, Xiao Long seemed to be saying something to him, unfortunately, he couldn’t remember a word.

As time passed, the initially vivid dream slowly faded from his mind, and he became more and more awake.

"Are you up yet?" His mom’s voice rang out again outside.

"I’m up, I’m up."

Zhang Xu Yang yawned and stretched, and he was finally fully awake.

He turned his head towards the desk by the window, where the mottled sunlight shining in from outside reminded him of the dream he just had.

His gaze shifted to the right corner, falling on a pen holder that, besides holding various pens, also had a broken windmill.

"Xiao Long." Zhang Xu Yang murmured softly.

He jumped out of bed, barefoot, and walked over to the desk to blow at the windmill.

"Whoosh~"

But the windmill didn’t move at all, as if it were fixed in place.

"Zhang Xu Yang." Just then, his mom’s voice came through the door again.

Zhang Xu Yang’s heart skipped a beat, calling his full name meant that his mom was angry.

"Coming, coming..."

Zhang Xu Yang, without even having time to put on clothes, rushed out of the room, and the fleeting thought he had just now was completely tossed aside.

"Why have you been called for so long and still haven’t put on your clothes?"

"Where are your shoes? How many times have I told you not to walk barefoot at home."

"If you delay any further, you’ll have to walk to school yourself, I still have to go to work, and you’ve wasted enough of my time."

...

"Just a bit more, just a bit more, don’t rush."

"How can I not rush? Are you trying to aggravate me every day? I’m going to be mad at you someday."

"How could that be, mom, where is dad?"

"He went to work, of course. Do you think he’s as lazy as you?"

...

"Mom, stop it, it feels like you’re reciting the tightening spell."

"If you had the skills of the monkey, that’d be something."

Mother and son bickered; this was just another ordinary morning.

Both Mrs. Zhang and Zhang Xu Yang were used to it.

"Eat your breakfast, finish the milk, eat the egg..."

"Mom, you’ve made way too much, especially this huge cup of milk, I’m going to burst."

"You think I want to? You just won’t grow taller, it’s driving me nuts. If you don’t drink more milk, do you want to end up as short as your dad? You won’t be able to find a wife then."

"How come? Didn’t Dad marry you?"

"That’s because I was blind."

"My dad is really good, even married a blind person."

"You little rascal, are you teasing your mom?"

"No, no, Mom, I won’t get married in the future, I’ll stay with you forever."

"Get lost, I don’t want your company. It was hard enough raising you; you think I want to take care of you when you’re old?"

"Hehe, Mom, don’t be like that, love you..."

"Love your head, move it. Is your backpack ready? Did you sign everything that needed a signature? Bring your water bottle, and remember to have lunch at school, don’t run off to play, just rest in the classroom for a bit..."

Mrs. Zhang, displeased with her son’s slow pace, started packing his backpack herself.

When they finally left the house, it was almost 7:30.

"You need to be at school by 8, and you wasted all the time."

"No worries, Mom, your electric scooter is super-fast, we’ll make it on time."

"It doesn’t matter if we’re late; the teacher will punish you, not me."

"Wow, you’re so harsh, I’m your son, you know."

"If you keep nagging, I won’t go at all; let’s see who can outlast the other."

"Mom, I’m sorry, my bad." Zhang Xu Yang pressed his hands together, promptly admitting defeat.

"Hurry up." Mrs. Zhang got on the electric scooter, urging him.

"Coming~."

Zhang Xu Yang immediately hopped on the back, and the scooter sunk slightly.

"You should consider losing weight," Mrs. Zhang remarked.

"How is that my fault? You’re the one feeding me, and you force me when I don’t eat..."

Mrs. Zhang ignored him and twisted the throttle of the electric scooter, heading towards the school.

The road was crowded with people, but fortunately, the distance from home wasn’t far. Including the traffic lights, it took about ten minutes to reach the school gate.

"Study hard at school." Mrs. Zhang handed over the backpack to her son, not forgetting to remind him once more.

"Got it."

"If you can rank within the top fifteen in this midterm, I’ll give you back your drawing notebook," Mrs. Zhang said.

Zhang Xu Yang paused for a moment, then responded, "No need to trouble yourself, I don’t want it anymore."

Mrs. Zhang: ...

If this wasn’t at the school gate, she would definitely give him a beating. What was he even saying?

"Bye." Zhang Xu Yang waved his hand nonchalantly and walked towards the school gate.

But, just before reaching the gate, he couldn’t help but twist back to look one more time.

Seeing his mother still standing legs apart, not yet leaving, he couldn’t resist asking, "Are you serious?"

"Of course, my word is my bond," Mrs. Zhang, delighted, quickly nodded.

"You and dad break promises all the time," Zhang Xu Yang retorted.

Then, following the crowd, he entered the school.

"That little rascal."

Mrs. Zhang cursed under her breath, maneuvered her electric scooter awkwardly through layers of parents, merged into the flow of people, and completely disappeared at the entrance of Sixth Middle School.

And as Zhang Xu Yang entered the school, he went to his class, put down his backpack, and pulled out a thick notebook.

"Hmph, they really thought I only had one sketchbook?" Zhang Xu Yang wore a smug expression.

He flipped open the notebook, filled with sketches of comics.

The protagonist was an eight-year-old boy who, after a car accident, traveled to an otherworldly realm and, with his flute-playing skills, became a Music Magician...

He hadn’t finished writing and drawing the story yet, but there was a rough plot outline.

He planned to make the protagonist become the Magic King of the otherworldly realm, travel back, re-meet his childhood friends, and embark on new adventures...