The teachers in the teaching affairs office helped move over new textbooks. After Yuān teacher checked them, they began distributing the teaching materials one by one.

  First grade's main courses are only Chinese and math, the textbooks are 16K, on the cover there are two little friends carrying book bags to school, smiling brighter than the wild flowers by the roadside. Xiaojingchen curiously flips through the textbook, the math textbook is all Arabic numerals paired with some simple and easy-to-understand pictures. Xiaojingchen doesn't recognize foreign numbers, the printed simplified Chinese characters are basically equivalent to heavenly script for her, she just feels that this texture of the textbook is a bit similar to the Buddhist scriptures, so it's quite precious to her.

  In Buddhism, scriptures are a very sacred existence, they are the main carrier of Buddhist teachings, representing the wisdom of Buddhism.

  Xiao Jingchen only had the chance to flip through them when copying scriptures, now she can own one herself, and not just one book. How could she not be happy? Of course, at this time, she still didn't understand what the difference was between textbooks and scriptures besides the number of pictures.

  Most of the scriptures in the Bodhi Temple are old and rare, bound with cotton thread, while the textbooks issued by the school are glued together with adhesive and staples. As a result, Xiaojing dust habitually pressed the opened book to the bottom, wanting to see if there were any written words between the paper seams left by predecessors...

  Rustle...

  The crisp sound of the paper tearing startled Wei Wu, perhaps due to his family's education, he treasured his textbooks very much. As soon as they were handed out, he carefully put them into a somewhat worn-out backpack, afraid that sunlight would leave any marks on the brand new books. So when he saw Xiao Jingchen tear open the newly received book, his face instantly turned black.

  "You... how can you tear up a book?!" My dad said. "A book is the source of knowledge, it cannot be damaged." Wei Ge's personality was actually a bit self-deprecating, but at this moment he rarely stood up straight, his eyes gleaming with an intense light that made people unable to look directly at him.

  Xiao Jingzhen was taken aback. She turned her head stupidly and said vaguely, "I didn't tear the book, it split open by itself."

  Wei Gong was clearly disbelieving, feeling that he had been deceived. This cute and soft deskmate turned out to be a destructive maniac in his eyes. Tearing books was an even more unforgivable habit than kicking chairs and making people fall over. "If you don't tear it, how can it possibly split open!"

  Xiao Jingcen blinked her eyes and said with a straight face, "I really didn't tear it."

  At this moment, Teacher Ruan, who was distributing textbooks, happened to walk by the two of them and caught sight of Jingchen's small paws holding a math textbook with half of its cover torn off. The bright smile on the cover seemed even more sarcastic than usual. Teacher Ruan's footsteps paused slightly, her face turned green "Bai Jingchen, what are you doing? Why did you tear up your brand new textbook?"

  Xiao Jing dust innocently raised her head to look at the teacher, her eyes clear and transparent, her voice ringing with conviction: "I didn't tear it, it split open by itself."

  Teacher Ruan almost choked on her breath and spat out blood, the textbook was so "weak" shouldn't she say "sorry"?

  As the textbooks piled up, parents who had not yet left walked in one after another to help their children organize their new books. Bai Xijing naturally didn't fall behind, with Xiao Jingchen sitting in the middle and classmates on either side of her. Bai Xijing could only stand in front of her desk, squeezed between the lectern and the classroom desk, but she didn't mind at all. Her elegant and composed movements were like a beautiful landscape painting, a feast for the eyes.

  Bai Xi Jing slightly bent his waist, carefully putting away the books on the small clean desk, including that math book which had become two. Stupid Dad didn't show any anger at all, and instead radiated a warm and gentle paternal light from head to toe, drawing everyone's attention.

  Mr. Ruan's breathing slowed down slightly, and he gently placed a brand new music book on top of Bai Xijing's neatly stacked textbooks. Bai Xijing looked up, his mouth curled into a faint smile, but his slender phoenix eyes remained calm and composed as always. "Thank you."

  Mr. Ruan subconsciously avoided Bai Xijing's line of sight, quietly returned a smile, and continued to distribute the textbooks. After finishing, the students could go home, and tomorrow would be the official start of classes.

  There were twelve books in total, big and small, for the main and supplementary courses. The books were all very thin, and even when combined, they didn't weigh much. Bai Xijing carried the books in one hand and held Xiao Jingchen in the other, walking away with a smile. Qian Duoduo took advantage of the teacher's distraction to run to the first row and gave Wei Gong a hard push. "Poor devil, you just wait for me, I'll make you look good."

  He was pushed by Wei Shu, and his back hit the edge of the table. He raised his head silently, and his eyes behind his messy hair reflected a fierce light like that of a wild beast. Qian Duoduo was startled and subconsciously took two steps back. Then, as if feeling this was very cowardly, he puffed out his chest, threateningly showed Wei Shu his fist, and then walked home with his backpack under the teacher's gaze.

  Wei Shu rubbed the spot on his back where he had been bumped, took out his backpack from under the desk and put it on, and as he walked out of the classroom door, he saw Bai Xijing carrying Xiao Jingdian walking away in the distance. Wei Shu pursed his slightly pale lips and walked home with his head down through the campus.

  In the living room of the White family, Bai Xijing and Xiao Jingchen sat on the floor facing each other, staring at each other with wide eyes. Between them was the math book that had been torn in half. Bai Xijing's eyebrows twitched repeatedly, until he finally couldn't help but speak up under Xiao Jingchen's confused gaze: "It doesn't matter, Dad has already prepared a new textbook for you, just play with the one from school!"

  Xiao Jingchen's face fell, and he said categorically, "I didn't tear up the book."

  "Uh-huh, uh-huh, Daddy knows, you didn't tear the book, it's just that the paper is too thin and tears easily." Looking at Xiaojingchen's wronged expression, stupid Daddy promptly surrendered without dignity. Fortunately, he had prepared ahead of time and had someone custom-make a special first-grade textbook. The entire textbook was made of PVC, with the same material as bank cards, guaranteeing that no matter how hard Xiaojingchen tried to tear it, it wouldn't rip. Of course, the PVC-made textbook is slightly heavier than the paper one, but this slight weight has absolutely no effect on Xiaojingchen.

  The next day, Xiaojingchen wore a pure white sports suit, carrying a silver small backpack with no flower patterns, and happily sat in his silly father's car to go to school, officially starting his student career.

  At 7:50, Xiao Jingchen walked into the classroom. There were already many students in the classroom. Xiao Jingchen sat down at his own seat. Wei Shu had already taken out his textbook and was diligently previewing it. The girl Tang Miao Miao sitting on the other side of Xiao Jingchen raised her head, smiled and greeted him "Good morning." As soon as she opened her mouth, you could see the silver braces on her teeth.

  Xiao Jingchen also puckered up and smiled with two small dimples "Good morning ~"

  Sit properly in position, Xiao Jingchen opens his school bag with a "slam" and puts the PVC customized textbook on the table. Tang Miao immediately excitedly exclaims: "Bai Jingchen, your book cover is so beautiful, where did you buy it?"

  Xiao Jing didn't understand what "Baoshupi" was, and subconsciously replied with a sentence: "Dad bought it."

  Wei couldn't help but turn her head to take a glance, but she couldn't move her gaze away. Probably in order to cater to Xiao Jingchen's visual memory, every page of the new textbook had a different color. The light and shallow semi-transparent plastic large card was bound together, and when the sunlight shone on it, it refracted into a fascinating colorful halo. The words on the cover were written in traditional Chinese characters with a brush pen, and below each character, there was a translation in Sanskrit. Of course, Xiao Jingchen couldn't understand this translation, but it made her feel intimate, as she often copied scriptures.

  Guarding the empty eyes, he stuttered and asked "This... what is this?"

  "Ah, the book." Xiaojing smiled with two small dimples on her cheeks, and flipped open the textbook. Indeed, the content inside was exactly the same as the new textbook issued yesterday, only that the material was more solid, the color was more vibrant, and the illustrations were more vivid.

  He silently closed his mouth, shifted his gaze back to his textbook, but his empty eyes had no focus at all, and he didn't know what was going on in his mind.

  Tang Miao Miao flipped through the new book, loving it so much that she couldn't bear to put it down. Xiao Jingchen didn't mind, and simply arranged the stationery box, draft paper, and other items on the desk according to what her father had taught her. The brand-new stationery box was full of clever compartments, with space to store all sorts of things. On the outside of the box, there were three monks painted in ink wash style, a strange combination of trendy and retro elements that didn't need to be said - it was another custom-made item from Bai Xijing.

  What's it like for a master of mechanical skills to be forced to make a pencil case for a first-grade elementary school student? It's worse than death, isn't it?!

  The pencil case had several layers of the same style pencils neatly arranged, each one sharpened to a point. This was Dad's masterpiece. Bai Xijing had considered getting an automatic pencil for Xiao Jingchen, but given his destructive power, he decided against it. Not because he didn't want the pencil to get broken, but because he was afraid that if the pencil broke, the child would be sad and have no pen to write with. So in the end, Bai Xijing decided to prepare the most basic and simple pencils for Xiao Jingchen.

  The pencil case has a fully automatic pencil sharpener, just press the button and the sharpener pops out, insert the pencil, and it will be automatically sharpened to a point. It's absolutely foolproof! However, what Xiao Jing likes best is still that eraser, because the little white rabbit-shaped eraser emits an irresistible fragrance at all times, which is an temptation that foodies cannot resist.

  Everything, whether worn or used, is a branded product, but none of them are not exquisite, and none of them do not reveal low-key luxury. Of course, this kind of luxury is beyond the understanding of elementary school students, junior high school students, and even teachers may not understand it.

  No matter what, Bai Xijing only wanted to give his darling daughter the best, but he wouldn't allow these things to cause her any trouble.