Reborn, she saved the boy who was bullied to death

The final exam is coming soon.

Shang Qing's examination room number began to move towards the front examination room as her ranking improved.

Ever since she got out of the last examination room, she has started the normal examination mode.

The invigilator was very strict and the students answered the questions in a quiet atmosphere, answering all questions in accordance with the examination room regulations.

Shang Qing likes this feeling very much. The comfort of being immersed in it makes her realize that all the efforts are worth it.

In the last exam room, it was not that the teachers were not serious or inactive. In fact, it was their tenderness, the opportunity they gave to those students, and the unspoken goodwill of everyone.

But the further you get to the front of the exam room, the more serious the competition becomes, and it depends entirely on your own strength. Of course, this also provides a fair competition opportunity for all students.

Final exams were inherently easier than midterms and regular exams. Over the three days of testing, Shang Qing felt the benefits of learning becoming easier. Questions that had previously baffled her were now much clearer to her, especially the math problems. Many looked familiar, having been taught to her by teachers Ji Xun and Su Yanhe.

English and Chinese had always been Shang Qing's strengths, so she wasn't worried at all. Instead, she was most concerned about Teacher Su's math. She was under immense pressure. Teacher Su had never discussed this with her, but ever since she saw her frustrated self in the office, she had taken it to heart.

Shang Qing appears carefree and unconcerned on the surface, but in reality, she's the most kindhearted and considerate of others. She's also the one who lives the most tiring lives. She doesn't want anyone to feel sad or worried because of her.

In the exam room, the nib of her pen scraped across the paper, her face gentle and her composure left a deep impression on every invigilator. This child, in just a few months, was truly different.

It's no wonder her homeroom teacher, math teacher Su, and English teacher always praise her. With such beauty, such temperament, and such confidence in answering questions, if she were their student, they would also praise her.

With the end of the last day of exams, Shang Qing and Ji Xun’s winter vacation arrived beautifully.

After the exams, of course, they had a good sleep and rested up. After all, the Chinese New Year was only six days away. They still had to prepare for everything.

Everyone in China knows that the Chinese New Year is the most lively and happy time, but also the most tiring and tedious.

"Sister, get up. We'll set off soon." Under Grandma Kang's expectant gaze, Ji Xun had no choice but to bite the bullet and knock on Shang Qing's bedroom door.

Shang Qing frowned, buried her head in the soft quilt, turned over and ignored him.

Ji Xun gave Grandma Kang a cute helpless expression.

Grandma Kang rolled her eyes at him amusedly. "Humph, I knew it. This kid would side with Shang Qing whenever she wasn't willing to do something. He was just pretending, who wouldn't know that?"

Grandma Kang had no choice but to go in person. She opened the door of Shang Qing's room, walked to her bedside, patted her quilt, and said softly, "Qingqing, it's getting late. We need to go buy New Year's supplies. Get up."

"Grandma, I'm still very sleepy. Can I sleep a little longer, just a little while, please?"

Grandma Kang immediately surrendered to the soft and hoarse voice and the sleepy and chubby expression.

"Okay, okay, sleep a little longer. Grandma is going out first."

As Grandma Kang quietly closed the door, she turned around and saw Ji Xun with a bright smile that I knew he would have. A little embarrassed, she explained, "Qingqing was designing baby clothes yesterday and stayed up too late. Let her sleep in a little longer."

Then he pretended to have forgotten something and went about his business.

Ji Xun smiled helplessly and shook his head. He looked at the clock on the wall and saw it was 9:42. It seemed that he would not be able to go out in the morning.

"Grandma, let's first consider what to eat for lunch today." Ji Xun went to find Grandma Kang.

Looking at his sly smile, Grandma Kang naturally knew what he meant. She didn't know whether to laugh or cry: "Yeah, I think it's okay. What should we do today?"

"Grandma, let me cook it today." Ji Xun prepared to go to the kitchen to see what ingredients were available.

"That's fine. Qingqing loves your candied sweet potatoes and stir-fried shrimp the most." Grandma Kang smiled and reminded, "Let's go out and buy some fresh prawns first."

"Okay." So, the grandfather and grandson took their baskets and went to the nearby seafood store to buy prawns.

Shang Qing rubbed the warm quilt and fell asleep again.

When I woke up again, I was awakened by the fragrance in the air.

"Wow...it smells so good."

Shang Qing sniffed, stretched, sat up, and rubbed her sleepy eyes. She had gone to bed too late last night, or rather too early this morning. After all, it was already past four in the morning when she put down her sketch and went to bed.

"Grandma, what delicious food are you making?"

Rubbing her sleepy eyes, Shang Qing walked towards the kitchen. The air was filled with the aroma of food, which made her craving for food arouse.

Look at grandma standing by the sink, she seems to be washing dishes.

Shang Qing, wearing slippers and half-opening sleepy eyes, rubbed her body as she came to her grandmother's side. She stretched out her arms, hugged her waist, and rested her head on her back, mumbling, "Grandma, do you have mushroom soup?"

"Yes, yes. There must be your favorite." Grandma Kang answered with a smile while washing dishes.

Why does the sound seem a little far away?

"Grandma, you've lost weight? Why...it seems like you have abdominal muscles now?"

Shang Qing's hands, wrapped around her waist, were very dishonest. She touched her grandmother's belly. Usually, it was soft, but today, why was it so firm?

Ji Xun's whole body straightened up, and he felt a warm and soft body hugging his waist. When the furry little head pressed against his back, he stood there stiffly, at a loss. What's more, her little hands were very naughty, touching and pinching his abdomen.

"Ah? I'm not thin. Your grandma Li said I was fat."

Grandma Kang continued to answer. Why did the voice not seem to come from the mouth of the person behind her?

"what?"

Shang Qing gradually woke up and found something wrong. She opened her eyes and looked at the person she was hugging. This height, this figure, this...

"I was wondering why the fat on grandma's waist disappeared."

Thinking of his silly behavior just now, Shang Qing couldn't help but burst into laughter, not considering other embarrassing issues.

"Eh? Was that Xiaoxun's abdominal muscles just now?"

Looking at Ji Xun's thin appearance, she dismissed the idea.

"Eh? Qingqing, what's wrong? What are you laughing at?"

Grandma Kang, who was washing dishes, also raised her head and looked at Shang Qing who was standing in the kitchen and smiling happily. She didn't know what she was happy about.

Ji Xun took a deep breath and gradually regained his composure. He turned around and pushed Shang Qing out of the kitchen: "Sister, go wash up first. The kitchen is full of fumes, and the oil can easily splash on you. It's not safe."

Shang Qing, still in her pajamas, was pushed out of the kitchen and had no choice but to go wash up first. If she stayed in the kitchen, she wouldn't be able to help at all. Instead, she would create some trouble and make the kitchen even more messy. She still had some self-awareness.