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"Huh... let's go." Wen Yu relaxed his tense nerves.

When the two met their gazes, Song Qiulin raised his eyebrows bluntly, but Wen Yu let go of his hand later, "I'm sorry."

Song Qiulin looked at her, "So polite?"

Wen Yu blushed and stared at her with staring eyes. She still had that indifferent expression, but she always saw some teasing meaning, "I'm not that rude to everyone."

"It seems that I am not the same person an hour ago as I am now."

Wen Yu clenched his back molars: Why don't you talk back so much about cross talk!

"Then I can leave now?" Song Qiulin pointed behind him, "The bell for get out of class is about to ring."

When the bell rang for the end of get out of class, a bunch of people would rush into the toilet, and it would be even more inconvenient for them to go out again.

"Wait." Wen Yu held her back, a little awkward, "Don't talk about me."

Song Qiulin knew from her tone that this young lady was not very good at making requests.

"Speak up." He became anxious.

"Ah."

Song Qiulin was stuck in the seat where the get out of class bell came back, and the two restless people in the back seat immediately came up to talk to her.

"Hey, sister Song, I heard you memorized Wen Yu's name this morning?"

"So you dare to stop her from registering her name in person. Everyone else secretly remembers it, so as not to be targeted by this little bully, and be blocked outside the school for revenge just like the class [-]."

"Tang Yi, Zhang Youyuan, are you two free?" Song Qiulin looked up at the podium, the teacher was still talking about the last question, "get out of class is not over yet."

The squad leader had already spoken, and the two did not continue.

As a result, this person only said to listen to the class well one second, and sent a message in the three-person discussion group the next second.

Song Qiulin: Is it common for people to have moles around their mouths?

Tang Yi raised his eyes to see that Mensao's back was straight. If he didn't know it, he really thought she was taking notes seriously.

Tang Yi: That's a lot, my cousin is long.

Tang Yi: I heard that moles around the mouth bring wealth, and they usually keep them.

Zhang Youyuan suddenly became interested, "Then you see, it's too late for me to order now. My mother deducted half of my pocket money for this month. I'm very unlucky right now."

Tang Yi patted her on the shoulder, "With that mole money, you might as well buy two more meals, and if you go back and see black spots on your face, I can guarantee that you will lose half of your pocket money. "

Seeing that the topic started to shift, Song Qiulin didn't speak any more, put away his phone and entered the class mode.

After a few seconds of silence, someone from behind started to slap her on the shoulder.

Song Qiulin glanced sideways, the warning in his eyes was self-evident.

The two nodded, but their fingers danced on the phone screen.

Zhang Youyuan: Sister Song, did you quarrel with Wen Yu in the bathroom just now?

Zhang Youyuan: A girl in class three said she saw it with her own eyes, and said that Wen Yu's expression and tone were fierce, as if she wanted to tear people apart.

Tang Yi: No matter how fierce she is, Sister Song will not be cowardly.

Zhang Youyuan: That's right, there's no need to be afraid of Sister Song with her background. Cuteness is worthless in front of sexiness, and nouveau riche can't be put on the table in front of their old Song family.

Seeing the word nouveau riche, Song Qiulin looked slightly displeased.

Speaking of which, she didn't have much contact with Wen Yu, at most she was "threatened" by someone in the toilet just now, but it was strange that she just couldn't listen to such obviously prejudiced and mocking words.

Song Qiulin: What do you two believe in what other people say?

Tang Yi: Then we came to ask the person concerned.

Zhang Youyuan: Yes, yes, tell me quickly, I am so curious.

Song Qiulin: No quarrel.

Tang Yi: That said, Wen Yu's expression is stinky...

Song Qiulin: I don't think so.

She told the truth, the face of the little prickly head looked obviously fragile, like a person who was dying.

Tang Yi: ...

Zhang Youyuan: If you say two more words, I will pay the Internet fee for you.

After school, Song Qiulin slowly packed her bag, Tang Yi patted her on the shoulder, "Are you playing today? There will be a friendly match next month, let's practice together."

Tang Yi and Song Qiulin are both tall, and they are not obsessed with studying. They usually play sports between classes. Tang Yi took the initiative to join the school women's basketball team when he was a freshman. At that time, she refused to ask Song Qiulin to join him. I don't know what happened recently , suddenly rejoined.

"I guess I won't be able to play in the third year of high school."

"Not today." Song Qiulin shook his head, "There is something at home, you and Zhang Youyuan practice."

"Cut, her?" Tang Yi looked disgusted, "I can't make three out of ten spot-up shots, so don't waste my time."

"Tang Yi, can you speak?" Zhang Youyuan's study and sports are far behind these two top students, and Tang Yi often makes fun of him.

"It's okay, although our Xiaoyuan is not good in anything, but this face is pretty." Tang Yi patted her face.

Song Qiulin looked back at the two of them, with a smile on his lips, "Protect this face well, don't use it to catch balls all day long."

Zhang Youyuan was reminded by her of the tragedy of catching the ball with his face two days ago. He recalled the pain and waved to Tang Yi, "Even if you beg me, I won't be near the court again this week."

"Let's go." Song Qiulin packed up and stood up.

"Bye-Bye."

After leaving the school gate and turning a corner, Song Qiulin got into a black car, put his schoolbag on the seat beside him, and said, "Go to the hospital."

The speed-reducing film on the car window and the trees on the side of the road were tired of looking at them one by one before crossing them back. Song Qiulin stared at them for a while before lying down on his back and closing his eyes.

She didn't know when something went wrong, she started to suffer from insomnia, and often lay in bed until two or three o'clock in the morning without any sleepiness.

After staying for more than half a semester, her complexion changed a lot, and she was found by her sister and dragged to the hospital.

Song Zhou's orders have always been tough, and her refusal has no effect.

"coming."

The female doctor's hair is half-up, and the eyes exposed above the mask are bright and beautiful. When she bends slightly, she is as gentle as autumn water, and can quickly shorten the distance between her and the patient.

Song Qiulin sat down familiarly, and inadvertently saw her sign.

Wen Ziyang.

Before, I didn't think the name had anything to do with it, but now that I saw the surname Wen, a person with a full mouth and head up to show off to himself appeared in my mind.

Song Qiulin couldn't help raising the corners of his mouth.

Mingming is born with a stupid appearance, but he still wants to pretend to be a prick.

"You seem to be in a good mood?" Wen Ziyang looked at her and asked, with a soft voice unique to female doctors, "How long is the average sleep time this week?"

Song Qiulin met her eyes, inexplicably familiar, and then opened his mouth, "Six hours."

"Well, it's better." Wen Ziyang nodded. Song Qiulin slept less than four hours a day on average when he first arrived.

"I did as you said last time, and the effect is not bad."

Previously Wen Ziyang thought that she was young and her studies in No. [-] Middle School were heavier than that of ordinary middle schools. She speculated that it was just the stress and insomnia that students often have. He didn’t recommend direct medication for treatment. He suggested that she adjust her schedule, add supplementary exercise, and listen to some sleep aids before going to bed. Music, if the situation has not improved then switch to medication.

"Well, white noise is good for calming the mind."

Song Qiulin looked to the left, landed on the ground, and answered slowly, "Yes."

In fact, she wanted to say that white noise was useless to her.

"If it works, it's worth sticking to. Let's observe it for another week." Wen Ziyang put away his pen, "Actually, you don't have to come here every time, just ask me on your phone."

Song Qiulin nodded, but said something different, "It's better to come here."

After all, he had to put on a show for Song Zhou to see.

Because the winter time schedule will not start until the next day, Wen Yu will finish class as usual that night.

The ordinary class didn't have much homework, and the homework assigned by the four main subjects was not enough for one of the experimental class. She worked hard for an hour and solved most of it.

The remaining half of the questions were mainly Chinese and English questions. Wen Yu gave up directly and planned to copy Fang Yang's before handing in tomorrow morning.

Since she was in junior high school, she has been seriously biased towards science and rationality. As long as she gave up liberal arts and reciting, the difference was not obvious at that time. After high school, she only took mathematics and English and subtracted one, at least [-]. Go up.

Suddenly figured out why the old witch hated her.

She is the leader of the English group, and her class is added to the bishop's experimental class. Not to mention the obvious contrast in learning progress, there is also a class like Wen Yu who hinders the class's learning attitude.

To tell the truth, Wen Yu's ears were numb when he heard the old witch say the words "study attitude" every day.

"Ruan Ruan." Someone knocked on the door.

Hearing a familiar voice, Wen Yu quickly stopped fiddling with the live broadcast machine, ran to open the door before putting on his slippers, "Sister!"

The woman behind the door had dark brown long hair draped over her shoulders, with a gentle and friendly smile.

"Is it windy outside? Why is her hair messed up like this?" Wen Ziyang heard her waxy voice, and the negative energy he received in the hospital all day has dissipated a lot. He rubbed her head with a smile, "How are you getting used to it?" .”

Wen Yu touched her nose, she still didn't dare to tell Wen Ziyang what kind of ghost she had "adapted" to in the new school.

But she couldn't lie in front of Wen Ziyang, after all, she had read more psychology books than she had written, and she didn't have the guts to play a big knife in front of her.

"It smells so good. What delicious food did Auntie make today." Wen Yu missed the topic and stepped forward to put his arms around her.

Wen Yu has been clinging to her since she was a child. Wen Ziyang was on a business trip a while ago, and the two of them haven't seen each other for a while. It's good that she didn't hug her and kiss her now.

"It's all what you like to eat."

Their family's dinner has always been crowded.

The two parents didn't go home until it was dark, and Jiang Jiang often went out to play with his friends. If Wen Ziyang wasn't even there, Wen Yu would take over the table by himself.

In fact, she was quite happy, and she had to put on a show when there were people present. If she was alone, she would openly eat for four people, but Wen Ziyang kept saying that overeating like this is not good, and he cooperated with his aunt in private to monitor her food intake.

To be honest, Wen Yu felt that eating Dorado was no different from ordinary people, and it was Wen Ziyang who worried too much.

Sitting at the table, Wen Yu stuffed two pieces of braised pork with bright eyes first. Aunt Jiang's family is very good at cooking, especially the braised pork, which is soft and chewy.

"Small mouthfuls and chew more." Wen Ziyang looked at her with a bowl in his hand.

"Oh." Wen Yu responded, but quickly stuffed another piece into his still full mouth, "Sister, what interesting things happened to you today, tell me quickly."

When she was a child, Wen Yu liked to listen to Wen Ziyang's bedtime stories, but now she likes to listen to her hospital cases. Wen Ziyang will be careful not to reveal too much patient's privacy, but he can still tell very interesting stories.

"It's Monday, there's no one there." Wen Ziyang took a bite of the dish, eating it was much more elegant than Wen Yu's, "Just a few insomniacs."

"Oh..." Wen Yu wasn't disappointed. She still had to learn more from her sister about "treating" insomnia, "Sister, you said that middle-aged women are more likely to have insomnia."

"What's the matter, Mom, insomnia?"

"What, she's more than ten years away from being a middle-aged woman, okay? If you tell me it's my sister, people will believe you." She poked the rice with her chopsticks, her voice weakened by half, "It's just a netizen."