Transmigrating as the Genius Villain’s Mother
Transmigrating as the Genius Villain’s Mother Chapter 73.2

Cen Huai’an, feeling like a considerate son, having been praised by his mother just the day before, gave the paddle back to the child he had borrowed it from and obediently followed Chuxia back home.

When she got home, Chuxia thought about the ping-pong table in the alley and decided there was no need to go to the alley to learn.

“An’an, let’s set up a ping-pong table at home.”

Cen Huai’an asked, “Mom, how do we set it up?”

It was actually quite simple.

There were leftover long wooden planks and broken bricks from making a doghouse.

Find an empty space in the yard, stack two long rows of bricks (they don’t need to be very long), then place the four long wooden planks on top, supporting the middle with bricks.

Use a wooden board as a divider, and a very basic, miniature ping-pong table is ready.

Chuxia clapped her hands, put her hands on her hips with a look of accomplishment, and tilted her head slightly towards Cen Huai’an. “Look, it’s all set up.”

Cen Huai’an looked at the ping-pong table in the yard, feeling accomplished and said with a happy expression, “Mom, I can teach you how to play ping-pong in the yard from now on.”

“Yeah! It’s convenient, and we don’t have to compete with others.”

Cen Huai’an nodded in agreement.

Chuxia went to cook and asked An’an to help peel garlic, wash scallions, and vegetables.

When it was almost time to eat, a child who was playing ping-pong returned Cen Huai’an’s ping-pong paddle and said, “Just now, an adult played against Brother Lei Zi and couldn’t win. Everyone laughed at him. Brother Lei Zi is really amazing. I hope I can be that good at ping-pong in the future!”

Cen Huai’an was puzzled, “Why did they laugh at that adult?”

The child answered naturally, “He’s much older than Brother Lei Zi and still couldn’t win against him. Of course, he would be laughed at! Besides, it was his idea to play against Brother Lei Zi, not the other way around.”

The sound of an adult calling a child for dinner came from the alley, and the child shouted back, “Coming!”

He waved at Cen Huai’an and ran home without waiting for a response.

Cen Huai’an looked down at the ping-pong paddle in his hand and finally understood why his mom didn’t want him to teach her outside earlier.

Because adults who aren’t as good at ping-pong as children might get laughed at.

Cen Huai’an pursed his lips, feeling a bit upset.

He almost caused his mom to be laughed at.

He lowered his head, closed the door, and when he walked into the living room, he saw his mom propping her chin, waiting for him to come and eat.

He went over and hugged her. “Mom, I’m sorry.”

Chuxia was confused. Why was An’an saying sorry now?

Had he done something wrong behind her back?

“What are you sorry for?”

Chuxia patted his back, still wondering if Cen Huai’an had done something wrong.

Cen Huai’an told Chuxia what the child had said earlier.

He felt sorry because he almost made Chuxia the subject of ridicule.

Children don’t consider others’ feelings; they simply express what they think.

If Chuxia had indeed let An’an teach her outside earlier, she might have been laughed at.

But even if that happened, it wouldn’t matter; Chuxia could handle the ridicule.

She just wasn’t thick-skinned enough to learn ping-pong in front of so many kids.

“There’s no need to apologize. I wasn’t laughed at. You’re a child; it’s normal not to consider everything thoroughly. We’ll just play at home from now on. Don’t worry about things that didn’t happen. Go wash your hands and get ready for dinner.”

Chuxia spoke in a tone that showed she didn’t mind, pushing Cen Huai’an to wash his hands.

The next morning, Chuxia woke up to find that Cen Huai’an had already completed his daily running and practiced his basics, dripping with sweat.

“Are you tired?”

Chuxia took out a handkerchief to wipe his forehead.

Cen Huai’an looked energetic, shook his head, and said, slightly out of breath, “Not tired.”

The tasks given by Sun Feng to the three children were few and only took about thirty to forty minutes.

As they were still young, the duration would increase as they grew older.

But even after just this short period, Chuxia noticed a significant improvement in Cen Huai’an’s vitality and spirit.

He seemed much more energetic.

In the afternoon, after school, An’an taught Chuxia how to play ping-pong.

Chuxia realized that her body didn’t have much talent for ping-pong.

But it didn’t matter; she was just playing for fun, not to become a professional player.

Cen Huai’an was also a beginner, and the two novices playing ping-pong at home was just a matter of who picked up the balls less.

However, exercising this way every day made Chuxia sleep better at night and feel more energetic the next day.

She grew to love this ping-pong (ball-picking) exercise.

As the weather got hotter, Chuxia looked into the small shop every time she passed by, wondering why the school hadn’t called her yet.

It had been a week since the preliminary exams, and the results weren’t out yet?

But this thought was fleeting; she quickly focused on her studies, not even having time to think about it with Cen Zhengnian.

With less than two months before the college entrance exams, it was a critical period, and she couldn’t relax.

In the afternoon, Chuxia finally received a call from the Director of the Academic Affairs Office of No. 9 High School. His tone was exceptionally excited.

“You’re the top student! You’re the first in the school and third in the city!”

This was an unprecedented achievement for No. 9 High School.

After all, Liangzhou City was a provincial capital with many key high schools, and No. 9 High School didn’t rank among them.

Chuxia didn’t care about her ranking as long as she passed.

The Director of the Academic Affairs Office was still expressing his excitement and didn’t give Chuxia a chance to speak. “Maintain your current performance, and No. 9 High School might become a dark horse in the college entrance exams. Luo Chuxia, are you facing any difficulties? Do you need our teachers to help you?”

Chuxia finally had a chance to speak. “Director, I’m fine. I’m reviewing well.”

“Alright, then. Thank you for sending in the exam papers. Our school has also found the best teachers from Liangzhou City to create the papers and sent them to you. You must do well on them!”

They hoped to improve a little more before the college entrance exams and perhaps achieve a top-three provincial ranking, making No. 9 High School renowned throughout the city.

The Director hung up the phone, holding such a beautiful dream.

Chuxia shared the news of her passing the preliminary exams with Cen Zhengnian and Jiang Waigong.

Cen Zhengnian was as busy as ever, but through the phone, Chuxia couldn’t hear any complaints, only his gentle voice lingering on the line.

“We’ll be a bit busy during this period, and I might not be able to come home.”

“It’s okay,” Chuxia said, “I’ll find time to take An’an to see you.”

But she wasn’t sure if she’d find time before the college entrance exams.

May 21st was Chuxia’s birthday.

She and the original owner not only look alike but also share the same birthday.

Chuxia wasn’t sure if this was because of her crossing over to this world. But birthdays were always a bit more special.

In her previous life, people liked to celebrate holidays, especially couples. For example, 520 and 521.

Since her birthday was May 21st, her classmates used to tease her, saying that if she had a boyfriend in the future, she would receive one less gift because 521 and her birthday fell on the same day.

Chuxia just smiled at the time.

She wasn’t interested in finding a boyfriend back then and didn’t care much for these holidays.

On her birthday, she would simply buy a cake and have a meal to celebrate.

When she woke up in the morning, she said to An’an, “An’an, today is Mommy’s birthday. Quick, wish Mommy a happy birthday.”

She hadn’t mentioned her birthday to An’an before, so he didn’t know it was her birthday.

An’an was momentarily stunned but quickly reacted, his lips curling up as he said to Chuxia, “Mommy, happy birthday!”

After saying this, An’an ran to the living room, looked at the calendar, and tore off yesterday’s page.

Today was May 21st.

He committed this date firmly to memory, making sure he wouldn’t forget it in the future.

Previously, when it was his birthday, his mother had prepared many surprises for him, but for her birthday, he hadn’t prepared anything in advance.

Cen Huai’an felt sorry for not having prepared a gift for his mother.

He tried hard to think of how to give her a surprise.

Chuxia hadn’t thought much about how to celebrate her birthday.

Since her grandfather passed away, she had lost her closest family, and birthdays had become less significant.

Friends who remembered would say happy birthday and maybe give a gift.

Those who didn’t remember, she wouldn’t remind them. At most, she’d make herself a bowl of longevity noodles.

Though eating them didn’t really help her longevity (she didn’t live long in her previous life), the symbolism was good. This time around, she planned to make them and take good care of her health to ensure a long life.

At noon, after school, An’an saw Jiang Zhiduo waiting at the door.

He ran up to him with his short legs, tugged at his clothes to make him bend down, and asked with a conspiratorial look, “Uncle, did you get it?”

Jiang Zhida gave him a reassuring gesture and lowered his voice, pretending to be a secret agent, “Uncle Zhida always delivers. By the way, it’s ten yuan for the ice cream and scarf you wanted, totaling thirteen yuan and eight cents.”

An’an’s eyes widened in shock at the price.

He hadn’t expected it to be so expensive.

He felt even more touched by what his mother had done for him on his birthday.

“Uncle, I’ll give you the money when we get home.”

Cen Huai’an thought about his savings, feeling a sting at the expense.

But thinking about how happy his mother would be with the gift made him feel better.

He urged Jiang Zhida, “Uncle, hurry up.”

An’an couldn’t wait to see his mother’s reaction when she received the gift.

Jiang Zhida’s bicycle couldn’t carry passengers because it was loaded with items.

He and An’an pushed the bike towards the alley.

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