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It was said in a very calm tone, but Qin Ting could still hear the uncompromising toughness in it.

"Fuck!" Qin Ting put the phone back in his pocket, and looked at Zhou Yan fiercely, "Then let's spend it!"

"Do you want to fight?" Zhou Yan suddenly narrowed his eyes and smiled.

"Fighting is also included!" Qin Ting stuck to Zhou Yan's ear, and said in a low voice, "Anyway, I have seen you as a dislike for a long time."

"Oh——" Zhou Yan laughed deeper, and he pushed Qin Ting's head away a little, "It's hard for you to be on the saddle just now, how aggrieved."

Qin Ting instantly felt like he was being put together. He couldn't keep up with Zhou Yan's leaping thinking, and he couldn't tell what kind of attitude Zhou Yan had. He just felt like a fool now.

One was fascinated by the curiosity of being fucked by a dog, so he invited him into a room that he had never invited anyone to. After that, in order not to collect money that was originally his own, he confessed to everyone in a fit of anger. In fact, I fucking hated you a long time ago.

Zhou Yan put away his smile, took two steps forward, then turned around and said, "I thought you...forget it."

Qin Ting didn't follow up any more, and if he did, he would really be an idiot for making fun of the world.

He deserves to be so unlucky every day.

Qin Ting turned around and went back to the supermarket, intending to play a few games to vent his anger, but he was hit by an employee pushing a cart just after walking two steps.

It didn't hit him hard, but the yogurt, milk, and even the paste made from five grains were poured on him.

There are cold and hot.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry!" The pusher was a girl in her early twenties, who took out a tissue from her pocket and kept wiping Qin Ting's clothes, and kept apologizing.

"It's okay." Qin Ting took two steps back, "I'll just change clothes, anyway, I've always been so unlucky."

"I'm sorry!" The girl blushed and apologized.

Qin Ting didn't stay any longer, and walked away quickly.

In the taxi, Zhou Yan leaned on the seat with his eyes closed, trying to form Qin Ting's facial features in his mind.

Failed many times.

He was supposed to go back by bus, but for some reason, he suddenly felt very tired and didn't want to take the bus anymore.

Maybe it was because it was the first time someone was so close to him and told him that he actually hated him, or maybe it was the first time he told someone so easily about the nightmare that had troubled him for so many years...

The taxi stopped at the gate of an old community, Zhou Yan got out of the car after paying the money.

There was no such thing as a security guard at the entrance of the old residential area, and there were even shelves hanging clothes between the flower beds. Zhou Yan carried the things against the base of the wall and walked to the stairs.

His house is on the second floor, and the only family members are him and grandma.

"Grandma!" Zhou Yan yelled as soon as he reached the second floor, and then he heard the door on the second floor open from the inside.

The plainly dressed and kind-hearted old man responded with a smile, "Yan Yan, you're back."

"Yeah." Zhou Yan changed his shoes and went in, put the fruit on the table, "Grandma, have you eaten yet?"

"Not yet," grandma went into the kitchen and brought out the dishes, "my old lady can't eat by herself if you don't come back."

"After that, you must come back on time," Zhou Yan went to wash his hands, took the bowls and chopsticks, and said while filling the rice, "but you must never let grandma wait for me again."

"You're the one with the sweetest mouth." Grandma laughed.

After Qin Ting returned to the room on the third floor, he was not in the mood to play games anymore. He went to the bathroom to take a shower, and immediately fell asleep on the bed after coming out.

Before today, Qin Ting had never experienced this kind of situation of falling asleep immediately without any brewing process during the day. He always slept very late, usually playing games until one or two o'clock in the middle of the night, and then had to wake up before going to bed. It takes at least half an hour to fall asleep. Today's unprecedented situation is mostly due to anger.

This time Qin Ting slept soundly, and had several dreams in a mess. In the dream, he was all kinds of awesome monsters, and he beat everyone to win the fuck. The door is closed, he probably can sleep until dawn.

My mother is a full-time wife who has been focusing on beauty for decades and is obsessed with making various delicacies all day long. At this moment, she is serving him a steaming baked rice in front of his bed.

"This is my new research. It contains all kinds of meat and vegetables. In short, it is a very generous amount of baked rice. Mom has already tried a portion. The taste is very touching. You can try it."

"Mom," Qin Ting said while sitting on the bed with disheveled hair and sleepy eyes, he sighed helplessly, "Do you know how rare it is for your son to fall asleep in seconds in the afternoon when the sky is bright and white? You just knock on the door , I felt that Tianming's beautiful dream was shattered like this."

"Can you blame your mother?" The mother handed him the spoon, "Your mother worked so hard to come to the supermarket to deliver food for you at night. Is it easy for your mother? Who told you not to go home for dinner? I have to run here to live."

"It's convenient here," Qin Ting dug a mouthful of rice with a spoon and stuffed it into his mouth, then exclaimed, "Mom, your cooking skills have improved again!"

"Moved?" Mom looked at him with a proud smile.

"Moved." Qin Ting said, "The kind of emotion that tears flow."

"Forget about your tears. It's too fake. I haven't seen you shed two tears for more than ten years."

"I'm strong." Qin Ting smiled.

"Son." The mother gathered her shawl and called out to Qin Ting earnestly.

"What's wrong?" Qin Ting looked at her.

"Would Mom discuss something with you?" Mom said.

"Say it," Qin Ting put a piece of beef into his mouth, and said vaguely, "Mom, you are such an dogmatist, do you still need to discuss it with me? It's too hypocritical."

"Stinky boy," my mother patted him, "you're running on your mother!"

"No." Qin Ting put down his chopsticks and sat up straight, "Mom, tell me, no, you can discuss it."

"Just for this summer vacation, mom signed up for a cram school for you," my mother said, "You go to make up for it? Next year you will be in the third year of high school, so it's time to study hard, right?"

Hold!Qin Ting was sad for a while, and he knew that his mother suddenly offered her courtesy without anything, and there was definitely a pit waiting for him!

"No." Qin Ting refused without saying a word.

"I've already signed up for you," my mother took out the cram school leaflet from her bag, "I've paid all the money."

"That's not going either." Qin Ting said with a frown.

"You're going to take the college entrance examination next year, do you know?" Mom's tone suddenly became severe, "It is said that the college entrance examination is a critical moment for thousands of troops to cross the single-plank bridge, and everyone is trying to squeeze through with all their energy and effort. , you are good, are you thinking of being a stepping stone for others to cross the bridge?"

"I..." Qin Ting wanted to refute, but was interrupted by his mother just as he opened his mouth.

Not only did my mother speak harshly, but even her eyes became sharper: "I didn't care about you when you used to fight over the wall and play games online to moleste little girls! But this time you have to give me a make-up class! In the last year of high school, you also have to give I will work hard!"

"When the hell did I molested the little girl!" Qin Ting couldn't listen to the words after hearing the molesting little girl, "I haven't even touched the little girl! Your son is so innocent. people!"

The mother felt quite heartbroken about the direction her son was focusing on. She took a deep breath and said slowly: "It's my mother who made a mistake, so I just counted down, but the next words are the key. Let me go!"

"I don't want to go." Qin Ting said.

He just didn't study this stuff, and he wasn't interested in studying at all, and he didn't want to go to that boring cram school to spend his days.

"If you don't go, you have to go," my mother said with a determined face, "or I will confiscate your money first, then take your mobile phone, and finally disconnect your computer from the Internet."

Qin Ting's eyes widened, and his voice went up a few tunes: "Mom, are you serious?"

"You'll know if you try it." Mom stood up and put the flyer on his desk, "The cram school starts tomorrow, and the address is on it. If I call the teacher tomorrow and ask if you didn't go, Do you think I will come and clean you up?"

After my mother finished speaking, she left immediately, not even giving him a chance to fight for freedom.

Qin Ting angrily picked up the leaflet and lay back on the bed.

Qihang cram school, prestigious high school teachers, six hours of professional counseling every day, no matter how bad your child's grades have been, as long as you come to Qihang, we will ensure that your child can set sail in the future high school career, ride the wind and waves, and reach the goal of success the other side!

"What nonsense is this propaganda!" Qin Ting kicked the wall, "Does anyone have to live for six hours a day! Classes start at [-] o'clock in the fucking world, who the hell gets up at [-] o'clock in the summer vacation!"

After he finished cursing, he crumpled up the flyer and threw it in the corner, but he still reluctantly memorized the address in his heart.

Mom doesn't say anything else, there has never been any doubt that what she says will be done.