"They’re really the same!"

Bai Zhengxuan also glanced at the old scar on Middle-aged Bai Zhengxuan’s arm, instinctively extended his own arm.

He was wearing short sleeves, and his arm was directly exposed with a scar not very deep, yet very noticeable.

The scar was somewhat large, appearing old.

About the size of a baby’s fist, the scar was irregular in shape.

The likelihood of two people having identical irregular scars is zero.

Yet the scars on Bai Zhengxuan and Middle-aged Bai Zhengxuan’s arms were exactly the same.

They seemed to be carved out of a mold.

If one insisted on saying they’re different, it’s that Middle-aged Bai Zhengxuan’s scar had a lighter color.

And that Middle-aged Bai Zhengxuan’s arm muscles were fuller.

The skin on Bai Zhengxuan’s arm was loose, like that of all elderly people, with wrinkles.

Middle-aged Bai Zhengxuan touched the scar on his arm and instinctively tried to cover it.

Feeling he was making a fuss over nothing, he slowly relaxed and boldly displayed it.

"I’ve had this scar since I was a kid, from the time I heroically saved my buddies while swimming, accidentally scratched by a branch in the water."

Middle-aged Bai Zhengxuan casually lied about the scar’s origin.

"Then where did Grandpa’s scar come from?"

Bai Yifan looked at Bai Zhengxuan.

When Bai Yifan and Bai Xiqin were little, they noticed the scar on Bai Zhengxuan’s arm and asked several times, each time receiving a different reason.

Either it was heroics or standing up for justice.

In any case, they were all good deeds that left the scar.

But the reasons were always different; it was obvious they were made up on the spot.

"It’s pretty much the same, acts of bravery." Bai Zhengxuan laughed dryly, deliberately changing the subject, "By the way, zombies won’t be coming back, right? Let’s pack up and run!"

"They won’t come back again; they’ve gone far away," Zombie Emperor Zhang Yiming calmly said.

"As long as they won’t come back, let’s continue to enjoy the sun!"

Bai Zhengxuan quietly wiped the sweat off his forehead and kept silent.

"Grandpa, are you embarrassed to say how you got that scar on your arm?"

Bai Yifan tilted his head toward Bai Zhengxuan, his curiosity growing endlessly.

The more Bai Zhengxuan didn’t talk about it, the more curious Bai Yifan became.

He didn’t know why, but after seeing the scar on Middle-aged Bai Zhengxuan’s arm, Bai Yifan couldn’t shake off his curiosity.

"Why is a kid like you asking so many questions?" Bai Zhengxuan rolled his eyes at Bai Yifan, "Haven’t you done your homework for months, bored out of your mind? I’ll give you some homework later; even if the world ends, you can’t skip homework!"

As a dedicated teacher, it’s been a long time since he taught classes or assigned homework.

He could only randomly assign Bai Yifan a few notebook assignments for fun.

As the grandson of a teacher, even during the apocalypse, homework shouldn’t be missed.

What about not writing for the past few months?

Catch up! You must catch up!

Otherwise, day by day, always bored and asking silly questions.

"Fine, I’ll write!" Bai Yifan nodded reluctantly, "Then if I do my homework, can you tell me how you got injured?"

"No!"

Bai Zhengxuan rolled his eyes and shook his head.

Being old has its advantages; at least when people ask questions, he doesn’t have to answer, and no one pushes him.

If push comes to shove, he can pretend to be ill; he was already of age, and no one would press him for answers.

If someone really broke the pot to ask questions, he’d beat up that grandchild!

After all, he’s the grandpa!

"Alright then, I won’t do the homework."

Bai Yifan shrugged his shoulders.

"Don’t write, and I’ll beat you!"

Bai Zhengxuan raised his fist at Bai Yifan.

Kids need to do homework, need to study; Bai Yifan may now only count as a high school dropout.

The school is gone, but education shouldn’t be wasted away.

Bai Yifan pouted and remained silent.

Guess he’ll reluctantly write some...

...after all, he’s afraid of being beaten.

"Grandma, do you know how Grandpa got the scar on his arm?"

Bai Xiqin looked at the scars on Middle-aged Bai Zhengxuan and Grandpa’s arms, feeling something was odd.

These identical irregular scars have such a low likelihood of being the same.

She momentarily felt dazed.

She remembered, around twenty years ago, when she was young, Grandpa was a bit younger than now, his arm without wrinkles, had some muscles, somewhat resembling Middle-aged Bai Zhengxuan’s arm.

"This scar is from him being greedy as a kid, running to the pigsty wanting to kill a pig to eat its knuckle, and got gouged by a pig!" Liu Jing whispered in Bai Xiqin’s ear.

Bai Xiqin: ...

Bai Family: ...

It’s nice being a Superpower User, no matter how quietly one speaks, one can hear others whispering.

"I wondered why! This scar was too irregular, didn’t seem like something’s scratch at all."

Bai Yifan muttered softly.

Middle-aged Bai Zhengxuan’s face twitched slightly, turning his neck away, saying nothing.

Middle-aged Liu Jing’s eyes showed amusement, laughing until the bandage was tied crookedly.

Seeing his spouse spill the beans, Bai Zhengxuan decided to go with the flow.

"What do you all know!" Bai Zhengxuan put his hands on his hips and said with justified pride, "In our time, having fat pigs at home meant being a wealthy household, okay! Back in the day, our family was of prominence!"

"A prominent family?" Bai Anhai blinked his eyes, "Then why were our family so poor when I was a kid?"

"Before you were born, our family was quite wealthy, all thanks to your grandpa’s inheritance and factory, but later things went south, your dad mismanaged, leading to rapid business failures, squandering all family assets, only to become a teacher, still being a teacher is sound, steady income without loss." Liu Jing spoke calmly.

Bai Anhai: ...

No wonder, from a young age, Dad educated him that he must secure a stable job, avoid risky entrepreneurship.

Turns out there’s historical reasoning behind!

"How much exactly did my great-grandfather leave behind?" Bai Yifan asked curiously.

He just wanted to know if the normal transfer came down would he be a super wealthy fourth generation.

"Never tallied, anyway, there were several factories, ones in other provinces as well, your great-grandfather passed away early, leaving all the business to your grandpa. Before Xiao Hai’s birth, your grandpa successfully broke down all the business, then focused steadily in the unbeatable teacher profession." Liu Jing recounted.

Bai Anhai in silent reflection.

He was almost part of a wealthy third generation!

Thanks to Dad, he became not exactly wealthy first generation.

Later also thanks to his wife spending money, became entirely a working man, stripping away the wealthy first generation title.

"Grandpa, you’re incredible!" Bai Yifan raised his thumb at Bai Zhengxuan.

Now Dad couldn’t anymore call him a spendthrift, right!

"Ahem, a piece of cake, a piece of cake." Bai Zhengxuan lightly coughed, "I did all this for your benefit, afraid you’d lose yourself to lavishness."

Bai Yifan: ...

While everyone was amazed at Mr. Bai’s business talents, Bai Xiqin glanced at Middle-aged Bai Zhengxuan.

Saw his helpless, hand-on-forehead demeanor.

Seemed as if he himself was the squanderer!

The embarrassment in his eyes couldn’t be concealed.

"Grandpa?" 𝘧𝓇ℯℯ𝑤ℯ𝘣𝓃ℴ𝓋𝑒𝑙.𝑐𝘰𝑚

Bai Xiqin instinctively blurted out the two words.

Entirely without conscious thought, like a memory deep within the soul.

"Yes~"

"Yes~"

Middle-aged Bai Zhengxuan and Bai Zhengxuan responded simultaneously, tone and expression identical.

In that moment, everyone was dumbstruck.