Come and do the questions

After Song Man left school, he went straight to Starbucks.

She skipped a night of self-study, so she definitely can't go home at this time.

On an early autumn night, she put on a mask and walked into Starbucks with a bit of chill.

It's quiet here, and the bitter aroma of coffee in the air makes people feel very comfortable. After ordering a drink, she found a seat and sat down, took out her phone and casually checked some news.

After returning to his seat with his own drink, Song Man clicked on the question bank and prepared to brush up the questions.

The answer to some questions can be seen at a glance, Song Man chose the option in his heart without blinking, the light reflected from the screen made her look a little indifferent and difficult to approach.

When there are some difficult questions, Song Man will stop to think, analyze the steps in his mind, and then deduce and calculate the answer.

To outsiders, she seemed to be just staring at her phone in a daze.

Song Man wrote down the process on the question board on the screen, occasionally took a sip of the hot drink he ordered, and studied the questions for four and 10 minutes at Starbucks.

She didn't exit the test bank software until the phone's alarm rang, and walked out the door with a drink in her hand.

There was a gust of cold wind at the door, Song Man finished his last sip of drink, threw it into the trash can at the door, and took a taxi home.

Swipe the card to enter the community, then swipe the card to enter the apartment building, and finally swipe the card to enter the elevator. The security measures here are so safe and cumbersome.

Song Man pushed open the door and saw someone applying a facial mask on the sofa.

"dad."

Song Man yelled, attracting the attention of the man on the sofa.

"School is full, you didn't go out to fight today, did you?"

Xu Qinglang looked at Song Man's whole body, and made sure there was nothing unusual, so he beckoned.

Song Man shook his head and sat next to Xu Qinglang.

Song Man is no stranger to the fact that his father puts on a mask.

"That's good. Girls, why do you always go out to fight? Studying hard is the right way. Did you pay attention to class today?"

Song Man responded.

"That's good. It seems that changing schools is still useful. What was the atmosphere in that school before? Your grades were so good before, but it turned out like that. Fortunately, the No. [-] Middle School you went to, Qingcheng No. [-] Middle School has the highest enrollment rate. It's high school, don't disappoint your father's painstaking efforts."

Song Man was already tired of hearing these words, he had already learned how to put his left ear in his right ear, and nodded perfunctorily.

Xu Qinglang was still rambling on about something, but Song Man was already wandering.

"You, it's still the same."

Xu Qinglang tapped Song Man on the forehead, looking helplessly at his daughter.

"If this is the case...you will..."

"There's nothing wrong with that. Anyway, I don't know how to read, so you just let me play. It's not that the family can't afford me, isn't there still my sister, who loves me so much, she will definitely support me."

Song Man held Xu Qinglang's hand and said with a playful smile.

"I'm going to take a shower, bye."

Song Man waved his hand, and was dragged by Xu Qinglang to feed him a mouthful of fruit, while chewing, he mumbled.

Song Man stared up the stairs, saw Song Qinglan standing there in the corridor, and smiled at her.

"Sister, good evening."

Song Qinglan was wearing pajamas, her hair was loosely draped on her sides, and her willow eyebrows and crescent eyes looked gentle and freehand.

"Going out to fight again?"

"Don't dare to talk nonsense, how dare you, right? You've already made a small report, what else can I do?"

Song Man shook his head, looking cute.

"If you change your sex and the solar energy comes out from the west, don't think I didn't know you went anyway, it's quite powerful."

"Cough, low-key and low-key."

Song Man smiled all over his face, suppressing the coldness in his heart.

"You remember to talk to my parents and let them stop forcing me to learn. It's not like they don't know what I am, and they insist on helping me up."

Song Man snorted softly, acting like a fool.

"Little dad is also doing it for your own good."

"You said the same thing, aren't you in the same camp as me? Don't talk about it, I'm going to take a shower."

Song Man waved his hand and opened the door of his room with an unhappy look.

As soon as the door was closed, the expression on Song Man's face changed.

She scratched her hair, why is it so annoying.

She threw herself on the bed, stunned for a while, then picked up the photo frame beside the bed, and sighed a long time.

There are four people in the photo frame, she, her mother, her father and Song Qinglan.

Song Qinglan is her sister, but not her own sister.

Song Qinglan was the child of her mother, Ms. Song's original husband, but that man died of cancer, and Xu Qinglang was Ms. Song's second husband.

Although she is not her own sister, Song Man has regarded Song Qinglan as her own since she was a child.

The two of them also get along like ordinary sisters, and Song Qinglan even pampers her.

Song Qinglan doesn't know what's going on recently. She never cared about her fighting and drinking before, and was even happy to see her connivance. But two days ago, she actually reported to her parents that she was going to fight, which caused her to be watched seriously .

And what she did in the afternoon, Song Qinglan knew now, and she didn't know which of her eyes and ears told her.

Song Man was a little annoyed, his eyebrows furrowed.

She put the frame back and sighed again.

worry.

It's okay if my sister is not my real sister. Fortunately, my father is still my real father, and my mother is still my real mother.

As for why Song Man's surname Song didn't follow her father's surname Xu, of course it was because her father was married.

The structure of their home is quite different from that of others, even a little upside down.

It's like a female world inserted into the male world.

The family is extremely patriarchal, and the head of the family always marries men, never outsiders.

But not all the girls in the family are like this, most of them should get married, but the head of the family can't.

It is the Song family's rule that a man must marry into a family, and a woman is the master of the house.

Since childhood, Song Man thought that his father should be beautiful at home, and his mother went out to earn money. As a result, she went to kindergarten and was almost surprised by the outside world.

God, there are still men who go out to earn money, and those women are all knitting sweaters at home.

Omg.

amazing.

After that, Song Man's world view began to reorganize.

Song Man, who grew up slowly, learned about the situation outside and at home, and also knew that Ms. Song was the head of the Song family this year.

And she and Song Qinglan are the only daughters of Ms. Song.

Song Man put away his messy thoughts and went to the bathroom to take a shower.

There are a lot of small wounds and bruises hidden under the clothes, some from fighting today, and some that didn't heal before.

Today's weapon is really not easy, it seems stupid.

Song Man hummed a song to cleanse the fragrance, and then applied medicine to himself on the bed. After applying the medicine, he took out his mobile phone and continued to study the questions.

She was very fast, and only slowed down a little when it came to the big questions later.

The knock on the door interrupted her thoughts. Song Man clicked on the game interface, turned the phone horizontally, and called out.

Song Qinglan walked in with a glass of milk and placed it in front of Song Man's table.

"I always play games, and I don't know how to pay attention to my eyes."

Song Qinglan frowned and said reproachfully.

"Enn got it."

Song Man didn't look up at the page of such a game, looking like a girl with a serious Internet addiction.

"Drink the milk."

"Put it there, I'll drink it later."

"It'll be down in a while."

Song Qinglan said the facts in a declarative tone with the appearance of an old god general.

"I really don't like drinking."

Song Man put down his phone and looked at the glass of milk with a bitter and bitter look.

In fact, I liked drinking it at first, but I got tired of drinking it later.

"Milk is good for your body. It can grow taller and help you sleep. You are still growing your body. Drink it."

Song Qinglan looked unmoved, Song Man had no choice but to pick up the cup and start talking, and then stuffed the cup in Song Qinglan's hand.

"After drinking, finish drinking, remember to take the door when you go out, and don't disturb me playing games."

"Go to bed early, don't stay up late."

"Know it."

Seems like a real sisterhood.

The moment the door closed, Song Man immediately rushed to the toilet and spit out all the milk he had just drank.

The rich smell of milk made Song Man feel nauseous.

It's just plain milk, Song Man knew.

Milk is good, but the milkman is not necessarily.

It wasn't until the feeling in his mouth faded away that Song Man felt better, washed his face with water, and returned to the bed.

Picking up the phone to write the inscription that was not finished just now, Song Man clicked submit, and unexpectedly found that there was a wrong place.

After looking at it, I found out that it was a trap question. When Song Qinglan was writing this question, he just knocked on the door, and when he came back to continue writing, his thoughts were a little bit wandering.

Song Man corrected it and started to make English papers.

After writing a few questions, the phone call came.

"Sister Man, I can't come out to make skewers, I invite you."

Deng Wei's voice sounded over there, and there was still some noise nearby.

"Ailan, Xiaomao and the others are all here, the old place is waiting for you."

"Success, come here, prepare the crayfish for me."

"Oke Oke."

Song Man licked his palate, the disgusting milk smell was still there, it's time to eat some crayfish to suppress that smell.

Song Man changed into a long suit and trousers, brushed his short hair casually, and went out with his motorcycle key.

Xu Qinglang wasn't in the living room, so he probably went back to his room.

Just right, to avoid a nagging meal.

Song Man went directly to the garage, where there were three locomotives, all of which were Song Man's treasures.

The Augusta she drove was cool and safe, not suitable for drag racing, but suitable for daily travel.

After leaving the community, Song Man went straight to the place where the skewers were made.

The temperature is a bit low tonight, and the wind seems to be able to pass through a person's heart and lungs.

Chu Fengqiu took his little niece by the hand to the night market, and touched his niece's braid.

Just when she was about to wash up and go to bed, the little niece who came to play at home clamored for a barbecue, so she had to put on her coat and take her niece out to buy food.

"Auntie, I want to eat small yellow croakers."

"Okay, Auntie will buy it for you."

Chu Fengqiu ordered a lot of things, and he will pack them up and bring some back to the adults later.

While waiting, Chu Fengqiu heard a roar, from far to near.

It was a beautiful heavy machine that caught the attention of everyone around it.

Chu Fengqiu originally thought that the owner of the car would be a young man, but when the car stopped, he realized it was a young girl.

The girl was tall and slender, and raised her hand to take off the helmet on her head.

The beautiful face met Chu Fengqiu's eyes, which made Chu Fengqiu slightly stunned.

The helmet messed up the girl's hair, she raised her hand to straighten it, a gust of wind blew through her hair, and then gently blew across Chu Fengqiu's palm, bringing a slightly itchy touch.

"Auntie, what are you looking at?"

The little niece tugged at Chu Fengqiu's hand, raised her head and asked curiously.

"I'm looking at a little fairy."

Chu Fengqiu curved his eyes, with a light smile on his face.

Isn't she the little fairy who hits people with a magic wand?

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