attacking the soul

Song Qi was still a little unbelievable, but when he walked into the bathroom, he saw the mirror on the wall of the washbasin clearly reflected the hairstyle that Song's mother thought was cute in the three years of high school... he was Spartan.

This hairstyle is the proof that his three-year high school resistance was ineffective, that is, after the college entrance examination, Song's mother asked him to change his hairstyle on a whim, and the day of the change is today.

He pulled his hair and started to wash.

While brushing his teeth, his mind was still running fast. He just submitted his application yesterday, so wouldn't tonight be the assessment day for the dubbing agency.

Song Qi no longer knew whether he should cry or laugh. In terms of his personal situation, his parents are still alive, he has no top relatives, his first love has not yet come to him, and he has never met a scumbag boy like a mistress. No, why? A scumbag... Forget it, it doesn't matter, he didn't encounter the end of the world, he didn't have a fever to awaken his ability, or he did a parabolic motion in order to be hit by a car, so he went back to the past.

Could it be that there is some spatial spirit spring system possessing him, Song Qi rarely concentrated his consciousness stupidly... When the toothpaste froth in his mouth almost couldn't help but want to swallow it, there was no miraculous phenomenon.

Song Qi was very disgusted with his aggressive behavior, and quickly spit out the foam in his mouth. After washing his face and applying moisturizing water, he went downstairs refreshed and walked into the restaurant.

Whatever it is, it doesn't seem to have any effect on him, and life goes on as usual.

Glancing at the breakfast on the dining table, he saw the rock candied pears he drank every day during the voice-changing period two years ago. At that time, Song's mother stewed a bowl every day, and he almost vomited after drinking it.

It turns out that there is no such thing for breakfast at this time. Is this the so-called change?

With this doubt, Song Qi asked, "Mom, the voice-changing period has passed long ago, why is there another rock sugar pear today?"

As I said that, I couldn't help but pouted my mouth, feeling a little greasy in my mouth. Every time my mother stewed it, she put too much rock sugar...

"Yesterday you told me that your throat was a little uncomfortable, so I will cook it for you this morning. You can't forget the pain after the scar is healed. If it weren't for Tiantian Bingtang pear, your throat would still be as clear as it is now." Mother Song He glared at his son angrily.

No, he didn't care about it at all during the voice change period. He ate too much spicy food. Although he had rocked pears every day, he finally went to the hospital to prescribe some medicine.

Otherwise, after his voice recovered, how could it become a little deep, otherwise, there would be no chance for him to dub the attack voice.

And it turned out that he didn't have a bad throat at all. Thinking of this, Song Qi was taken aback, and said tentatively, "Mom, it's hard work for you."

After saying this sentence, Song Qi understood completely.

Such a clean and clear voice is his? !Not only that, but also a soft, proper juvenile voice.

What kind of rhythms are these, my second senior brother, my gentle attack, my general attack path...

Song Qi silently picked up the spoon weakly at last, and mechanically ate the rock sugar pear in front of him.

Seeing that her son was just eating pears, Song's mother picked up a piece of toast and handed it over, "Son, don't just eat pears."

Oh, God Jesus, the Virgin Mary, he could already foresee how weird the assessment tonight would be.He took the toast from his own mother, and said in a weak voice, "Thank you, Mom."

Fortunately, except for Song's mother who talked a lot in the Song family, father and son had always been reticent.Song Qi's appearance at breakfast did not make Song's mother aware of the abnormality.

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"Oh, my son is handsome, and he looks more energetic when his ears are exposed. Okay, let's go and buy clothes for you." Song's mother was obviously in a good mood, and she dragged Song Qi, who was already drowsy, towards the shopping mall.

Song Qi has accepted the reality, let's take it one step at a time... What can he do, figured it out, and he returned to his lazy look, and fell asleep while doing his hair without embarrassing the hairstylist.

It was Song's mother who made Song Qi promise not to doze off again, and insisted until the styling was done.

But for the bangs on his forehead, Song Qi turned his eyes to look up, and stroked them with his hands.

Although it is now above the eyebrows, Song Qi still thinks it's good to cut it with a pair of scissors, "Mom, why don't you just let me cut it to an inch."