The first top lady

Song Yike was dressed in school uniform properly, carrying a schoolbag on one shoulder and walked towards Song Yixuan and Song Yishen.

"Song Yike," a boy with an equally slender figure came out of the classroom, turning an exercise book in his hand. The zipper of his school uniform was only zipped up about ten inches, and he smiled mischievously, "Lend me your math homework so I can copy it, and I'll help you with your Chinese paper."

Borrowing blatantly and plagiarizing openly.

"Xu Che!" Zhang Huilin's voice came from behind Xu Che. She heard Xu Che's words as soon as she walked out of the office door.

After getting a hint from Song Yike's eyes, Xu Che turned around and talked to Zhang Huilin with a smile, "Old Zhang, you didn't borrow it."

As he said that, he put his arm on Zhang Huilin's shoulder.

"You got full marks in math, but you still copied a lot. You're not good at Chinese, so how can you write for others?"

Xu Che is the top student in his class and also the top student in his grade.

However, there is one very strange thing. Song Yike has won gold medals in physics, chemistry and computer competitions, which shows that his ability is definitely not bad, but his test scores are always second.

The first one is naturally Xu Che.

What’s even more strange is that Song Yike is always only five points lower than Xu Che, the score of a math multiple-choice question.

Except for the entrance examination, Song Yike was first that time.

“That’s not challenging.”

Mathematics is not challenging, so there is nothing much to write about. I'll just copy it. This will free up some time to challenge myself in Chinese.

However, a student who got full marks in math copies the homework of a student with average math scores, and a student who just passed the Chinese exam copies the homework for the first student in Chinese. What's going on?

Xu Che is definitely a weirdo.

Another thing that Zhang Huilin and the math teacher couldn't understand was: Why could Song Yike win gold medals in physics, chemistry and computer competitions, but not participate in math competitions, or even sign up?

Although his math scores were always a little bit lower in every exam, Zhang Huilin didn't believe that a person who scored full marks in physics, chemistry and biology would be bad at math.

What bothered the math teacher the most was that Song Yike would always get the first and second multiple-choice questions wrong in every exam, as if he did it on purpose.

Therefore, this score of 140 points is set in stone and cannot be changed. Even trying to give points for specific steps is not possible.

However, how could a student who could answer questions 12, 16, 21 and 22 accurately fail to answer questions 1 and 2 correctly?

The math teacher felt that Song Yike was targeting him.

Whenever he sighed while answering a test paper, Song Yike would explain to him: "Oh, I missed a minus sign."

The math teacher looked at the graphs and wanted to curse, "Where did you get the negative sign? You, you are just trying to piss me off."

Xu Che's grades remained at the bottom, except for his perfect score in mathematics.

Chinese teacher Lin Wen sighed, "Xu Che, if you had written two more lines in your composition, your Chinese score wouldn't be the last in the class."

"Oh," Xu Che said nonchalantly, "Then... I don't have time."

He swore that from the beginning of the exam to the time he handed in the paper, his pen never stopped except for reading the questions.

"Is it because reading comprehension takes too much time?" The Chinese teacher was still very serious in teaching Xu Che how to improve his score. "... This kind of argumentative essay has a routine. Look at this paragraph, this paragraph, this sentence... focus on the key sentences... and for narrative essays, you read like this..."

The Chinese teacher just couldn’t believe that a student who got full marks in math could have such poor logic.

"...By the way, are you slow at writing?" She seemed to be talking to herself, thinking over and over again about various possibilities.

Xu Che hadn't even thought of such a perfect reason.

"Teacher, this score is not low, right?" Not low? Look at the sincere look in the child's eyes, "It's because the Chinese scores of our class are too good."

This score is definitely above the grade average, he has controlled it and there won't be any mistakes.

The Chinese teacher was suddenly speechless. She decided to go and supervise Xu Che's exam next time to see for herself.

Three minutes had passed when she saw Xu Che slowly spread out the paper, put his hands together and bowed, and then wrote his name.

When she saw Xu Che writing each word carefully, stroke by stroke, she wanted to take the pen from Xu Che's hand and write for him.

The more I look at it, the more anxious I become.

Forget it, forget it, this Xu Che was just trying to make her angry.

In the last half hour, the Chinese teacher sat back on the podium, closed his eyes and silently recited the Heart Purification Mantra several times.

Under the personal supervision of the Chinese teacher, Xu Che's Chinese score once again ranked last in the class.

As Song Yike wished, he got a score of 140 from his math teacher.

Math teacher: I'd rather not do what I want.

Back to reality, Zhang Huilin is gone.

Xu Che walked to Song Yike's seat, took his homework, grabbed a pen from Song Yike's desk, passed his seat, picked up his schoolbag, and walked out through the back door.

Song Yike seldom brings books home, but Xu Che will bring Song Yike's books.

When Song Yixuan and his friends arrived home, Song Yixun and Song Yitian had already returned.

"Sister." Song Yitian rushed towards Song Yixuan and hugged her tightly.

She is obviously half a head taller than Song Yixuan, but she acts like a little bird, and it doesn't seem out of place at all.

"Has the upstairs been cleaned?" She hadn't been back for a while, and the room hadn't been cleaned for a while.

"Song Yixun and I have cleaned it up." If it wasn't something urgent, Song Yitian wouldn't call Song Yixun "brother".

"Wash your hands and burn incense first." Song Yixuan said.

This is their family tradition. The first thing they do when they come home from outside is to wash their hands and burn incense.

There is a loft-style room on the second and a half floor. At this moment, the room is filled with sunlight, giving people a sense of solemnity.

There is a tablet on the table, which is a tablet for the couple.

But not one, but four.

Except for one of the tablets with the words "Late father Song Yi, late mother Chen Yuanhe" written on it, the other three are empty.

Only Song Yixuan knew that even the only tablet with words on it had fake names written on it.

There are too many things that cannot be said here, and Song Yishen, Song Yixun, Song Yitian and Song Yike seemed to have agreed not to ask her, even though she might not know.

In response, Song Yixuan also remained silent.

After the five of them finished offering incense, they started to prepare lunch. But in the end, they still ordered takeout, including the fried chicken that Song Yixuan had been thinking about for a long time.

To help digest the food after the meal, Song Yixuan took a rest on a rattan chair in the yard, still chewing on a fried chicken leg, and watched the competition between Song Yishen and the others.

After they went to school in different places, it was rare for everyone to get together. Some had holidays this week, some had holidays that week, and sometimes Song Yixuan was not there, so there was always one or two people missing.

This time we are finally reunited, and the whole family is together. We must practice martial arts and have fun together.

Song Yixuan was enjoying watching this kind of good show.

"You just need to show off a little bit, you have to rest for a while before you go back home."

Song Yishen and the others all have a good sense of propriety and know when to stop. Song Yixuan doesn't need to worry about this, as long as she doesn't cheer them on or give blind orders.

Looking at the cheerful scene playing in the middle of the yard, Song Yixuan was very pleased that the younger brothers and sisters she had been protecting had all grown up.

But what about the little one?

This family is still missing one person.

I don’t know where he is now, how he has been doing over the years, or whether they can meet at the agreed time.

A burst of laughter brought Song Yixuan back to her senses, and she looked at them and laughed.