Traveling back and forth from ancient times to the present, the prince pursues love in the modern ti

Shan Ronghao sighed, "Alas! 88 points."

This is a bit miserable.

Chu Moyuan didn't know how to comfort him, so he patted his shoulder and said, "Try harder next time!"

No one asked about Du Zuo and Du You, so I guess they must be very bad.

The coach was stunned.

No, you are all so young, can’t you even pass the first subject?

How easy it was for me at first, how embarrassed I am now.

The next morning, Chu Moyuan and Xie Youzhi began practicing the second subject.

Except for the fact that I didn't control the clutch, brake and accelerator well at the beginning, which made the instructor feel like vomiting, I mastered reversing into a parking space, parallel parking, S-bends, and starting on a slope in less than half a day.

The coach was extremely pleased that there were still two talented students.

"Okay, you've mastered it well. You can wait for the test now. You can practice more if you want."

"Coach, we are quite busy. Why don't we wait until the day before the exam and come over to familiarize ourselves with the place." Chu Moyuan discussed with the coach.

"Okay, then I'll schedule the exam for you guys directly."

Another week passed, and it was the day for Chu Moyuan and Xie Youzhi's second subject exam.

"An An, you don't have to accompany me today. The second subject is even easier than the first, and you will definitely pass it in one go. Just go to class with peace of mind!"

Xia Youan originally wanted to skip class to accompany the exam, but Chu Moyuan refused her.

Seeing Chu Moyuan so confident, Xia Youan gave up and said, "Okay, then you two should do your best. Send me a message after you finish the exam!"

Chu Moyuan went to the second subject exam early and left without waiting for Xia Youan to leave.

As expected, both of them got full marks in the second subject.

Shan Ronghao and his three-member team still failed the first subject.

The days passed in an orderly manner.

As for Song Jinbao, after a month-long journey, he finally returned to the capital city after being away for a year.

"Master, the young master is back!" The butler trotted to Song Fugui.

"Really? My son is back?" When the Duke's wife heard that her long-missed son had returned, she pushed aside the Duke's fat body and came to the housekeeper.

"Where is my son?"

The butler looked at his wife with a smile. His face was fat and his eyes were squeezed together when he smiled, almost invisible.

"The young master just arrived at the door and is directing the servants to unload the goods."

Hearing this, Song Fugui and his wife hurried to the gate. When they took a closer look, Song Fugui was furious.

"You little bastard, you're getting bolder and bolder!"

I haven't seen my son for so long, shouldn't I be happy? Why am I angry when we meet?

"What's wrong? Dad!"

Song Fugui took off his shoes and threw them at Song Jinbao.

The Duke's wife also looked at Song Jinbao with a gloomy face.

Song Fugui roared angrily: "What else? Where's your hair?"

Song Jinbao raised his hand and touched it, "Oh no! I forgot to wear it!"

No wonder the servants and passersby looked at him strangely. He thought they looked at him because he had become thinner and more handsome.

Seeing Song Fugui about to get down with one bare foot to beat him, Song Jinbao quickly ran to the other side of the car, "Dad, Dad! Don't get excited, listen to my explanation!"

"I'll beat you up first before I listen to your nonsense!"

Song Fugui chased after him and was about to beat him up, but Song Jinbao was thinner now and more flexible, so he dodged with a quick move.

Seeing that he couldn't catch up with his son, Song Fugui cursed, "If I can't beat you today, I'm your son!"

Song Jinbao was about to cry. After a month of hard journey, he finally got home, but his father wanted to beat him.

If you had known that he wouldn't come back, wouldn't you have arranged for a capable manager to come back?

宋金宝可怜的看着他娘，他娘平时最疼他了，一定舍不得他挨揍，“娘～”

国公夫人看了眼宋金宝，一甩帕子扭身往府里走去，“早点揍完早点回来！”

"Don't worry, ma'am. If I don't beat him up so hard that even his ancestors can't recognize him, I'll call him dad today."

Song Jinbao looked helplessly at the shambolic couple and said, "Go ahead and beat me up if you want. I've already cut my hair. Even the grandsons of the King of Chu, the King of Qi, and Lord Xie's family have had theirs. What else do I need? This hairstyle is popular in Beichuan. Since Dad wants me to grow up and stay with the King of Chu, I'll naturally follow the local customs!"

Being scolded ~ He made up a half-truth story that even he himself believed, and I don’t know if his parents would believe it?

"Really? The King of Chu and the King of Qi both cut their hair?" Song Fugui asked suspiciously.

Why doesn't he believe it?

"Of course, I have photos as proof!" Song Jinbao quickly took out his mobile phone and pulled out the photos they had taken.

"Dad, look!"

Song Fugui took a closer look and said, "Really? I have to say, the three of them look pretty good like this.

Madam, the King of Chu and his men also cut their hair, so our Jinbao is following in the footsteps of the King of Chu."

When the Duke's wife heard this, she was not unforgiving, "Then you can just wait to call me daddy!"

The Duke was startled, stretched out his fat leg and kicked Song Jinbao, then ran after his wife, "Madam, there's no need to shout!"

Song Jinbao got up from the ground and patted the footprints on his robe. Although his father looked fat, it actually didn't hurt him at all when he was kicked.

He ordered the servants to move all the gifts for his family to the courtyard of the Duke and his wife.

"Be careful, everyone! These are all priceless and fragile items!"

Those wines probably never thought that they could be worth a fortune.

The servant was so frightened that he became extremely careful, fearing that he might accidentally break the treasure.

Song Jinbao walked ahead in high spirits, and after several detours along the corridor, he finally arrived at his parents' yard.

"Dad, Mom, don't you want to see what gifts I brought you?"

Although the Duke's wife had just supported the Duke in beating his son, she was still worried about him after not seeing him for a long time.

"My son has lost weight. I heard there was a severe drought in Beichuan. He must have suffered a lot, right?"

The Duchess's wife felt distressed when she saw how much her son had lost weight. She wondered how he had survived the drought.

Song Jinbao didn't think so much. "It's a severe drought. It's been droughting for more than half a year. There's no harvest in the first half of the year. Even if we plant in the second half of the year, we won't be able to harvest until next year."

"I heard that there's even cannibalism happening in Jingyu Country. It's pretty horrific!"

After Song Jinbao finished speaking, the Duke's wife regretted it so much. Her son had nothing to eat or drink outside and had become so thin, but she actually agreed with the Duke to beat him.

"Then how did you survive?" asked the Duke.

"It was the An An family who helped support the people of Beichuan, which saved Beichuan from such a miserable state."

"I'm glad you didn't starve. When the news of the severe drought in Beichuan reached the capital, your mother insisted on going to see you, but the capital was surrounded by refugees and she couldn't get out. Don't blame your parents!" The Duke said with a rare sadness.

"Dad, what's weird about that? I'm fine over there! Come and see the gift I brought you. Sister An An bought you some wine!"

Song Jinbao took the gift brought in by the servant and opened the box to show it to Song Fugui.