Reborn in the 1980s: I became a stepmother in the 1980s

Part 168 Low-key rich second generation Zhou Zedong

As he watched Zhou Zedong's figure disappear into the distance, he couldn't help but sigh.

"No wonder he's from the Zhou family, just as aloof as Zhou Laoda."

Shaking his head, he was about to leave when he noticed Little Brother sniffing and staring at him.

He was startled.

Little Brother had been playing in the water yesterday and caught a chill, compounded by the large temperature difference between morning and evening, making him prone to sniffles.

He always paid attention to his image in front of his mother, occasionally sniffing discreetly.

But in front of others, he didn't care. He licked his lips after the sniffle and, sensing the awkward expression on the man's face, grasped his shoulder straps and asked, "Uncle, isn't my big brother's little red flower nice?"

The man nodded.

Little Brother raised his chin confidently. "I've got one today too."

"Oh?" The man raised an eyebrow. "Where is it?"

"After a while, it's with the teacher," he said confidently, adjusting his backpack and hurriedly catching up.

There weren't many teachers at the school, many of them teaching multiple classes throughout the day across different grades.

For instance, Zhou Zedong's homeroom teacher was also his younger brother's Chinese teacher.

They both arrived early, with his younger brother coming to play, but Zhou Zedong was different—he came to review his lessons.

Normally quiet and unremarkable in class, being both thin and short, he didn't attract much attention.

Yet despite his lack of presence, he consistently ranked first in the entire class in exams.

He and his younger brother were the two extremes in the school.

So even if Zhou Zedong didn't want to be famous, it was difficult.

Previously, Zhou Zedong was dark, small, and short, looking like a monkey and not particularly good-looking.

Even though he was good at studying, no one paid much attention to him.

Many people even mistakenly thought he was poor.

Until one day, his father drove a handsome motorcycle to drop him off at school.

Everyone then realized that Zhou Zedong was actually a low-profile second-generation rich kid.

Since then, the wheels of fate began to turn.

Not only did he get dropped off by a motorcycle every day, but he also started wearing stylish new clothes and carrying a new backpack. His popularity soared.

Perhaps it's true that clothes make the man, as Zhou Zedong suddenly became more noticeable. Every move he made was observed, and the number of girls approaching him to discuss homework increased significantly.

However, Zhou Zedong was usually quiet and reserved. Even when approached, he often remained aloof and indifferent, which only fueled curiosity about him.

Today, seeing someone who usually buried himself in studies standing at the doorway as if waiting for someone, naturally puzzled everyone. After all, Zhou Zedong didn't make friends. Apart from spending time with his younger brother daily, he avoided interacting with others altogether.

So, whom could he be waiting for?

Soon, their questions were answered when the homeroom teacher approached. Zhou Zedong immediately straightened up and walked over.