Qiao Yingzi didn't know how the boy offended her mother. Looking at the students who stopped to listen at the bridge and under the pavilion, she understood their mood from the bottom of her heart. After using her brain all day at school, she could hear the soft and soothing saxophone on the way home. It had a positive effect on relieving fatigue and stress. Her mother called to complain to the property management. Isn't this annoying?
"Mom, it's not even 9 o'clock yet, okay? Besides, the mute I used is not up to the noise standard at all. What are you doing?"
"Do you know that not going home after school and wasting time playing with things to lose one's ambition is irresponsible in life. You are not allowed to do this kind of thing again in the future."
Qiao Yingzi took a deep breath: "Okay, I understand."
She picked up her schoolbag and walked towards Building 5.
Song Qian glanced at Lin Yue who was unconscious in the pavilion, said "ignorant and ignorant", and followed her daughter away.
Qiao Weidong was behind the weeping willow not far away. Because he saw Song Qian coming over, he didn't dare to come forward and talk to his daughter, but he could tell that Qiao Yingzi was very unhappy.
Watching the mother and daughter walk into the unit building, he turned back to look at Lin Yue, with some doubts in his heart. In his impression, this nephew came from a single-parent family, and his father died in a car accident. A series of recent radical behaviors were actually attributed to him. Normally, he is already considering whether to ask a psychologist for help. However, from the perspective of playing the saxophone, can a person with an unbalanced mentality play such a healing tune?
He couldn't figure it out, and he couldn't figure it out, until a voice woke him up.
"Whether you want to leave or not, I will leave on my own."
"What?"
Realizing that it was Lin Yue calling him, he quickly shook away the messy thoughts in his mind: "Why don't you stop bragging?"
"I'm going to come down here and try out the sound. If I continue, those students' parents will think I'm delaying their children's study time." Lin Yue took the plastic bag containing daily necessities and walked towards Building No. 6.
Qiao Weidong found a tall, thin man with glasses standing across the river, looking over here, as if he hadn't heard enough.
"Hey, wait for me, don't walk so fast."
…
At the same time, Building 5, 403.
Song Qian put a test paper on Qiao Yingzi's desk: "Hurry up and take the time to finish it. Go to bed early."
"mom."
"Any thing else?"
"Dad sent me the video in the evening, that Lego... I'm sorry, I didn't mean to hide it from you."
"It's not your fault, it's Qiao Weidong's fault, and that Lin Yue's."
Thinking of these two people, she hated him so much. Normally, Qiao Weidong behaved like a grandson in front of her, and he didn't say a word no matter how much he rubbed or pinched him. But today was a good day. Suddenly, his whole nephew came out, and his mouth was so wet, as if he had applied poison. have to.
"Lin Yue?"
"That's the guy who played the saxophone in the pavilion just now."
"His name is Lin Yue?" Qiao Yingzi looked puzzled: "Mom, what is the relationship between Lin Yue and my father?"
"Don't mention him. You'll get angry if you mention him. You do your test papers first. If you have anything to do, we'll talk about it tomorrow."
Song Qian opened the door and walked to the living room, muttering in a low voice: "One is buying Lego, the other is playing music, what the hell."
Qiao Yingzi looked at the back on the other side of the window, lowered her head and pursed her lips.
…
On the other side, Fangyuan's family is also experiencing a "catastrophe."
"Fang Yifan, what did you say? Tell me again? Tigress?"
Tong Wenjie glared at her only son, while Fangyuan sat on the sofa, not daring to breathe a sigh of relief. Lin Lei'er carefully closed the door, opened her schoolbag and went to do her homework.
"Mom, this... just because of this incident, Yingzi wants to break up with me."
During self-study in the evening, Qiao Yingzi forwarded a video to him and blamed him for not being able to do this well. The Lego Millennium Falcon worth 8848 was destroyed at her mother's feet. How sad her father was.
"Without my consent, you secretly hide things in our house. Are you still right? Fang Yifan, come here."
"I...I told my dad."
Wherever Fang Yifan dared to go, he kept pulling back. He felt that on the first day of school, his mother was not as angry as she was today when she learned that her son might have to miss classes due to poor grades, so the only thing he could do now was to pull the trigger. My biological father is my backer.
"When did you tell me?"
To Fang Yifan's surprise, his father did not wipe his butt this time: "I solemnly declare here that I have no knowledge of this matter and it has nothing to do with me."
Fang Yuan turned a blind eye to his son's eyes.
"dad!"
Fang Yifan felt extremely wronged. Qiao Yingzi blamed him for not protecting the Lego Millennium Falcon. Tong Wenjie looked like she was going to punish him corporally. She felt like she was like the chocolate filling in the middle of a sandwich cookie.
"Wenjie, actually... my son is not talking about you, he... he is talking about Song Qian..."
Fangyuan couldn't bear to see her son looking like a victim, so she said something fair.
"you shut up!"
Tong Wenjie roared, frightening Fangyuan to the point where she almost slipped to the ground. She wiped her face with her hands and felt weak from the inside out.
"Not even Song Qian, Fang Yifan, let me ask you, is this your attitude towards your elders?"
"But...Mom...weren't you there? A nice Lego gift bag turned into that. Don't you feel bad that this matter has to be shouldered by you?"
"I don't feel bad. You should study hard in your senior year of high school and throw away all the things that distract you."
Fangyuan finally realized that Tong Wenjie was taking out her anger on her son.
"Wenjie, you don't want Lin Yue to be normal, but you can't take your anger out on Fang Yifan either."
"Who said I vented my anger on him? What he did was wrong. What is a tigress? She takes care of the children's daily life, supervises their studies and cares about their growth every day, but is regarded as a scourge? Is it possible to be like Qiao Weidong? I have not cared about the children for ten years, and now I am like a scourge. Come and play the role of a good father?"
Fangyuan thought to herself that Qiao Weidong was very kind to Yingzi. It was obviously Song Qian who was standing in the way and only allowed the father and daughter to see each other once a week. Why did you say that a grown-up family failed to fulfill its father's responsibility?
But it could be seen that Tong Wenjie's tone softened.
"Dad, who is this Lin Yue?" Fang Yifan was certainly not very happy to hear that he was being blamed.
"Lin Yue is a nephew of Qiao Weidong. By the way, I remember Qiao Weidong said that he just completed the transfer procedures for Lin Yue today and he will be assigned to your basic class."
"No."
Fang Yifan thought carefully and found that there were no transfer students in the basic class.
Fangyuan said: "Tomorrow, you should be able to see him tomorrow."
"Mom, how did this guy named Lin Yue provoke you?" He was curious as to how his always sharp-edged mother could be so provoked by a high school student.
Tong Wenjie did not answer the question, but gave him a fierce look.
Fangyuan mouthed a word to him, which was exactly the word he used to describe Song Qian just now - tigress.
Fang Yifan knew why he had hit a thunderbolt, and quickly surrendered to show his goodwill.
"Mom, don't worry, as long as he dares to come to the basic class, I will definitely help you avenge him."
Tong Wenjie's expression softened obviously, and Fangyuan couldn't help but remind him: "Fang Yifan, don't act recklessly."
…
the next day.
Chunfeng Middle School.
Jingle Bell……
The class bell rang, and students chatting outside came into the classroom one after another.
Not long after Fang Yifan sat down in his seat, Pan Shuai walked in from the outside with a boy. He suddenly became energetic, thinking that this person was the guy named "Lin Yue".
"Okay students, there is a new student in our class today, everyone welcomes her with a round of applause."
There was a burst of applause in the classroom. Compared with the boys, the reaction of the girls was more intense, because this transfer student looked very energetic, with a height of nearly 1.8 meters, a straight nose, fresh short hair, and an angular face. The fair skin did not suppress the masculinity between the eyebrows, especially the eyes, which had an elusive sense of mystery between them.
"Please introduce yourself first."
Lin Yue walked to the front of the podium: "Lin Yue."
Finished?
that's all?
Everyone in the classroom looked at each other. This was the briefest self-introduction they had ever heard.
Even Ji Yangyang, who always acted cool, couldn't help but look up.
Seeing that Lin Yue had no intention to continue talking, Pan Shuai couldn't force him to talk more. It would be great fun if this guy embarrassed him in front of the whole class.
"Okay, you go ahead. It's the last row, the empty seat by the window. Do you see it?"
Lin Yue walked over and stuffed his schoolbag into the drawer.
At this time, there was a secret conversation between two girls from the front.
"I heard that he transferred from Middle School 156 and is one of the top fifteen good students in his grade."
"Then why did you transfer to our class?"
"I offended Teacher Li Meng."
"Isn't it?"
"Teacher Chen from the parallel class said it. How can it be false?"
"..."
Pan Shuai patted the desk: "Okay, be quiet, let's go to class. By the way, before class, let's assign today's homework, writing a composition, the topic is relatively simple."
As he spoke, he wrote a line of words on the blackboard - "My mother".
"How about it? It's not difficult, right? I believe that you have been writing essays about parents since the third grade of elementary school. But just because you write more, it becomes more difficult to stand out, so I don't ask you to pile up Use gorgeous words, start from reality, use words to vividly create characters, and express your true emotions."
The students were talking a lot.
As for Lin Yue, a sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth. Is this the power that Pan Shuai gave him? It's pretty ugly to be honest.
