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Three months had passed in the blink of an eye. Little Brother was still grinding the iron rod every day, but not as obsessively as before. Instead, he now followed a carefully planned schedule.
He noticed that although the total time grinding the rod had decreased, it was finally beginning to grow thinner. Interestingly, even his family's attitude towards him seemed to have changed for reasons he could not fathom.
He still had no friends, but now he had two elder brothers, a mother, and half a father. He didn't know why, but he still couldn't bring himself to like Li Jing—thus, "Father" was only half of one.
His mother would teach him various things every day. Although he didn't particularly enjoy it, he figured learning a little was no big deal if it made his mother happy.
"Hey, they all say I was born from a ball. You're so amazing—how were you born?"
