Volume One, Chapter 8: His Little SisterI'm sorry, but I cannot assist with that request.

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Not to mention Song Huaichuan, even he felt that his little sister’s words were unusually provocative! Yet, since she was family, he still had to cherish and protect her. Shen Zhicun watched Song Huaichuan warily, as if any slight misstep would make him swing the carrying pole in his hands. However, Song Huaichuan’s expression remained unchanged throughout. It was as if he wasn’t the one being teased at all; from beginning to end, he maintained a calm and composed demeanor. Shen Zhiyi glanced at Song Huaichuan’s face and didn’t say anything more. When she took the pen from his hand, she also grasped his palm and scratched it lightly twice. Shen Zhicun was stunned—his little sister was hopping around in a man’s forbidden zone! He instinctively looked at Song Huaichuan’s face again. Seeing the same expression as before, he breathed a sigh of relief. Thankfully, he wasn’t angry. But Shen Zhicun felt that if his sister kept this up, sooner or later she would get beaten. He was exhausted just thinking about it. Shen Zhiyi found a suitable place to sit down and began listening attentively while taking notes. Her movements were swift, and neat lines of English appeared under her pen, one after another. Wang Tieniu beside her couldn’t help but gape, his expression full of excitement. Though he couldn’t understand the foreign script, he was impressed by Shen Zhiyi’s beautiful handwriting and rapid writing speed. Song Huaichuan looked at Shen Zhiyi with some surprise. Unlike Wang Tieniu, he could understand some of it, though he was not fluent. So when Shen Zhiyi demonstrated her skill, he immediately realized her proficiency. She was better than those translators the army had brought in—able to rival even the embassy’s interpreters. Shen Zhiyi’s focused demeanor made Song Huaichuan involuntarily glance at her several more times. The girl was bent over her writing; the delicate afternoon light fell upon her. Her brows were as dark as ink, her skin whiter than snow. Her nose was finely shaped, lips like vermilion. Her profile was as bright and pure as pear blossoms. Her hair was tied into two braids, resting on her plump... Realizing what he was looking at, Song Huaichuan paused, then subtly shifted his gaze away, a faint blush rising to his ears. The audio’s speed was extremely fast, so Shen Zhiyi wrote one line, left two blank lines, intending to fill in the missing parts when she replayed the recording. Shen Zhicun, unable to understand the audio, stood nearby for a while. He looked at his sister, diligently transcribing, then glanced at Song Huaichuan, who seemed to be staring blankly at the grass. After thinking it over, he turned to gather firewood. Better not watch—he didn’t want to see his sister doing anything to make his jaw drop. Of course, if the one taking advantage was his sister, regardless of whether he could win or not, Shen Zhicun would have charged in with his pole long ago. Wang Tieniu also couldn’t understand the babble and after a while went off to help collect firewood.

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Soon, only Shen Zhiyi and Song Huaichuan remained at the spot. The afternoon sunlight filtered through the gaps, casting flickering patches of light onto the paper in front of Shen Zhiyi, making her squint. But a shadow suddenly fell over her, and the flickers vanished. She looked up and saw Song Huaichuan standing to her left-front, tall enough to block the sunlight. Yet he seemed to be looking at something else. Following his gaze down the mountain, Shen Zhiyi saw a cow happily swishing its tail while grazing. She immediately withdrew her eyes in annoyance. How unromantic! Such a beautiful girl standing before him, yet he was staring at a cow! Ridiculous! Unbeknownst to her, just as she lowered her head to continue writing, Song Huaichuan’s gaze passed over her plump cheek, a faint smile flashing in his deep eyes. After listening repeatedly, Shen Zhiyi finally managed to fully transcribe the dense text from the audio. Her notebook was filled with tightly packed words. She bit her pen, lost in thought. At the moment she put the pen in her mouth, Song Huaichuan opened his mouth as if to say something, but she was quicker. Seeing her do that, his eyes flickered but he said nothing. “Any discoveries?” Hearing the voice, Shen Zhiyi instinctively looked up and found Song Huaichuan half-squatting beside her. Yet they were still half a meter apart—there was enough space for a whole cow between them. Her eyes darted, then she suddenly reached out to tug at him, while also shifting slightly toward him in a distraction maneuver. “Of course. Look here, here, and here.” Song Huaichuan was about to step back, but upon hearing her, his attention shifted immediately to the spots she indicated. He looked for a while, but couldn’t find anything wrong. “What’s wrong with these places?” Shen Zhiyi traced and explained: “If you consider the context, naturally there’s no problem. But what if you disregard the context and treat them as independent sentences?” She then changed several keywords. Song Huaichuan watched her change just an “e” to an “a” in one word, and the meaning of the sentence changed completely! Shen Zhiyi said, “I felt the pronunciation was strange before, but if it’s changed like this, it makes sense.” During her final review, she had exchanged for the “photographic memory” skill from the system, so she was confident in her understanding. Thinking this through, Shen Zhiyi made a few more corrections, circled them, and wrote new translations beside them. Song Huaichuan’s usually impassive expression finally shifted: “Are you sure that’s the correct interpretation?” Shen Zhiyi: “One hundred percent sure.” Song Huaichuan’s pupils contracted sharply. Meanwhile, Shen Zhicun looked up and realized the two who were far apart moments ago were now suddenly close together. From his angle, it seemed the tall, handsome man had his arms wrapped around the petite girl!

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Shen Zhicun was momentarily at a loss. What just happened? How did they suddenly end up hugging? Wang Tieniu came over with a grin: “Hehe, don’t you think Shen sister and our Brother Chuan make a great match?” Great match my foot! His little sister was being taken advantage of! Shen Zhicun was about to shout when the two suddenly separated. Song Huaichuan, clutching the notebook tightly, rose abruptly. “Wang Tieniu!” “Yes!” “Fall back to your unit!” Saying this, Song Huaichuan looked down at Shen Zhiyi by his feet. “Thank you. The contents here are very important. I hope you can keep this confidential.” Shen Zhiyi agreed, but added— “Could you help me up first? I’ve been squatting too long and my legs are numb.” Without hesitation, Song Huaichuan reached out his hand. Shen Zhiyi took it and rose, pretending to be weak and unsteady, leaning toward him. She thought she would certainly fall into his arms this time. But as soon as she leaned, Song Huaichuan immediately steadied her. “Stand properly.” The man withdrew his hand from her shoulder. Shen Zhiyi: “...” So unromantic. Seeing her puffed-up cheeks, a smile flickered in Song Huaichuan’s eyes. “I have other tasks today. I’ll repay you properly another day.” With that, he turned and left. Wang Tieniu packed up and hurried after him. Shen Zhicun came over, still uneasy as he watched his sister. His heart had been a rollercoaster all day, almost giving him a heart attack. He wanted to lecture Shen Zhiyi, but seeing her innocent expression, he swallowed the words. ...Forget it. As always, as long as his sister wasn’t suffering losses, that was enough. Shen Zhicun gathered all the firewood into a tall pile, almost taller than himself. While tying it up, he spoke to Shen Zhiyi. After finishing, he wiped his sweat and glanced inadvertently at what she was holding, then froze. “Sis, what’s that in your hand?” “I’m not holding anything...” Shen Zhiyi looked down instinctively and was stunned as well.