Twilight Sparkle, still in the laboratory at Crystal Preparatory Academy, stood there in a daze of shock after hearing what her brother said.
Right now, Twilight Sparkle felt as if a certain world in her mind had exploded and then reconstructed itself.
Is this really still the human world?
Her brother and the Grade Director are dating?
Is my brother crazy, or am I?
“Brother, you’re not joking, are you? How is that even possible? Mom and Dad won’t agree, and the Grade Director’s family won’t agree either. Who else knows about this?”
“Uh… the Grade Director’s nephew.”
“Roughly my age?”
“Exactly. He agreed.”
“What?”
Twilight Sparkle’s scream nearly shattered the whole building, but the words that followed shocked her even more.
“Her nephew is an easterner.”
“An easterner? He agreed? How is that possible?”
Besides the label of “math genius,” Twilight Sparkle had another stereotype about easterners: that they were very reserved when it came to emotions.
And their thinking was very traditional.
Are they so open-minded now?
It’s not like they’re desperate; letting his own aunt date a man with such a huge age gap—what was this nephew thinking?
Could I really be so ill-informed?
Am I even more traditional than those with traditional minds?
“Um… sister, if it really doesn’t work, let’s just arrange a meeting for you to talk to him. Maybe you’ll end up agreeing too?”
“I…”
Twilight Sparkle held the phone blankly, not knowing whether she should agree or refuse.
As a sister, she should offer her blessings when her brother found someone he loved, but her brother had chosen someone with such a large age difference.
But strangely enough, the woman’s family had already agreed—and it was someone her own age, and most importantly, an easterner.
Aren’t they afraid of messing up the family hierarchy?
Twilight Sparkle didn’t know what her mindset was; perhaps she wanted to educate that person, or perhaps it was pure curiosity, or maybe she just didn’t want to be the one to break up a couple.
At the cafe, the waiter left after serving the coffee, leaving only the four people at the table staring at each other.
Shining Armor wore a very handsome outfit and sat closely beside Cadance.
Ashford didn’t know the real situation; seeing his aunt so intimate with a man, he assumed she had found her love.
Perhaps because Shining Armor looked mature, in Ashford’s eyes, he didn’t look like a student after changing into nice clothes.
Although a closer look revealed that Shining Armor’s aura was younger, a few years’ age difference between lovers is normal—after all, a wife three years older is like a gold brick.
So after meeting, Ashford smiled and nodded to his aunt and Shining Armor.
This was the first time Shining Armor officially met his future…
uh…
the hierarchy really was a mess.
Although he already had Ashford’s support, he didn’t want to offend him before everything was finalized.
So, Shining Armor chose to remain silent on the topic of hierarchy.
However, in Twilight Sparkle’s eyes, this meant Ashford already knew about her brother and his aunt and was now offering a polite and friendly greeting.
How many bottles of Iced Black Tea did it take?
He’s already accepted this?
“Hello, I’m Twilight Sparkle. You’re Ashford, right?”
“That’s right. I’m Ashford. My aunt originally wanted to arrange for me to attend Crystal Preparatory Academy.”
“But unfortunately, for some reason, I ended up at Canterlot High School. Otherwise, we might have been classmates. Haha.”
Ashford used school as a conversation starter, which to him was just a normal way to open a topic.
But to Twilight Sparkle, it didn’t seem that way.
Twilight Sparkle swallowed; she felt like this was entirely laying the groundwork for being family in the future.
“Um… you can just call me Twilight. Ashford, can I call you that?”
“Of course, I don’t really care about titles.”
Ashford had no ulterior motives and directly stated that titles didn’t matter.
But to Twilight Sparkle, this was Ashford indicating that he didn’t care about the generational hierarchy.
What kind of god-tier nephew is this?
He’s going this far for his aunt’s love?
Perhaps Cadance thought of this too and couldn’t help but be a little moved.
Although she didn’t understand eastern culture well, she knew that easterners valued rules and etiquette very much.
Who would have thought this kid Ashford would just throw the rules aside?
You brat, I haven’t doted on you in vain all these years.
“But… but… don’t you think this is too absurd? Isn’t it a bit too… free?”
“Free?”
Ashford didn’t understand what Twilight Sparkle meant.
He looked at his aunt in confusion, only to find her face flushed, constantly fiddling with her hair.
Only then did Ashford notice that his aunt had tied her hair up into a single ponytail.
Ashford realized—so it was a hair issue.
Honestly, why do girls care so much about their hairstyles?
Besides, it’s not like she’s his lover; as long as the couple thinks the other looks good, why interfere?
What did Cadance tying her hair into a high ponytail have to do with Twilight Sparkle?
Was Twilight Sparkle the twin-tail type?
Looking closely, Twilight Sparkle had her hair tied very tightly; although it wasn’t twin-tails, it was wound round and round into a hair bun.
“Twilight, it’s no big deal. Just like your hairstyle, winding it round and round into a hair bun—while it looks very clean and capable to outsiders…”
“…don’t you think it’s a bit too restrictive? Why not try changing that hair bun into twin-tail hairstyle or a single ponytail? It wouldn’t even matter if you just let it down in the end.”
“Everyone has their own way of living. Life is only so long; you’re bound to experience new things. As long as the people involved like it, why should we stop them?”
“Twilight, I sincerely suggest you make a small change too. Maybe then you’ll find there are many ways to live life, instead of trapping yourself in one place.”
Ashford kept talking about hairstyles, but Twilight Sparkle thought he was talking about her brother and his aunt in a roundabout way.
Twilight Sparkle subconsciously touched the hair bun on her head, then turned to look at Grade Director Cadence’s single ponytail, pondering Ashford’s words.
Make a change?
Be more free?
Will things really get better?
Maybe…
stop restricting myself and give it a try?