Come and do the questions

Song Man stayed at home with her parents for half a month. Song Qinglan never bowed her head. Tong Yiran visited and hoped that Song Zici would accept her.

"Auntie, you don't have to worry about the issue of heirs. With the current technology, there is already a case of two egg cells growing an embryo."

No matter what Tong Yiran said, Song Zici just kept a cold expression, and after Tong Yiran had nothing to say, he invited the person out.

Song Man didn't understand. Since heirs are not a problem, Song Qinglan's ability is not a problem, and the relationship between them is not a problem. Why is her mother unwilling to let go? Is the public opinion outside so terrible? It's just that there is a lover of the same gender , is it more abhorrent than murder and arson to be pointed out by others?

"Your mother is competing with your sister."

Xu Qinglang sighed, feeling helpless in this situation.

"It's not a problem to begin with."

The conflict between the mother and daughter broke out completely, how should Song Zici swallow that breath to accept this matter now.

Song Man felt that it was very complicated. This kind of problem was much more complicated than a math problem.She could only hug Chu Fengqiu and sigh.

"There must be a compromise between them."

Chu Fengqiu made Song Man a cup of soy milk, and stroked Song Man's soft hair.

"I don't think it will be Song Qinglan."

Song Man leaned against Chu Fengqiu, feeling a little worried.

She knew Song Qinglan well, and she would never look back on the decision she made.

"Old Chu, do you think we should come out after the college entrance examination?"

"You can tell your good father-in-law and good mother-in-law, uncles and aunts, you can wait until I have enough confidence to be responsible for your life."

Chu Fengqiu always likes to think deeply. She doesn't like to talk empty words. If she comes up with something practical, Song Man's parents should accept it.

"kindness!"

Song Man nodded, Song Qinglan and her mother were still in a stalemate over this matter, maybe talking at that time would only bring about unsatisfactory results.

Spring and autumn come, time flies by, the mountains of Qingcheng are green and dry, and it is winter again in a blink of an eye.

Song Man and Chu Fengqiu have entered the third year of high school. At the end of this winter, they will enter the final stage of high school.

"Hello, President, Hello, Senior Sister Song."

Members of the student union passing by said hello to Chu Fengqiu, and even greeted Song Man.

Chu Fengqiu nodded slightly, and continued walking on the campus with Song Man.

"Is that Senior Sister Song from the Student Union? Why have I never seen her before? Do you know her?"

Chen Meng curiously asked the deputy head of the Disciplinary Department who had just greeted her, and she remembered the president's face.

"I don't know you, but our minister said that the good-looking short-haired girls walking next to the president are usually senior sister Song who didn't run away. If you say hello, it will make the president's impression of you worth extra points."

"Hey, it's still like this!"

Song Man and Chu Fengqiu didn't know that the people who had just passed by were discussing them quietly behind their backs, looking at the familiar campus with some emotion.

"I didn't expect that in a blink of an eye, we are already senior sisters, and we are not far away from leaving."

"When we met, we were still freshmen in high school."

Song Man didn't quite remember the day and what it was like when she and Chu Fengqiu met, but how they met. After all, the two buildings donated by their family were still there to remind her.

"Well, it's the first year of high school."

Chu Fengqiu said that she had a colder temperament than Gao Yi, and after becoming the president, she was a little more capable.

Song Man has not changed much compared to before, but he is more calm and introverted than before, but he still often sleeps in class, which makes the teacher love and hate.

Compared with Chu Fengqiu's serious attitude, Song Man's talented player made the teachers want to put her on a chair to write questions, and endure the eyes of the students every day.

"Time flies so fast."

"The volunteer wall will be posted next semester, and the coming-of-age ceremony is also on the agenda."

Chu Fengqiu whispered about the school year plan for the second half of the year, and walked all the way to the class.

It wasn't until they got to the class that they shook hands and separated.

The people in the class were accustomed to the pair of school masters being tired and crooked. When they were sitting in their seats, they would go to the exercise book to ask questions.

Already in the third year of high school, the students in the class are getting more and more nervous, and the teacher's resources are limited, so in this case, everyone will ask for good grades, and the double kings in the class are naturally their first choice.

But they were more inclined to monitor Chu Fengqiu, Song Man was very puzzled.

"Could it be that you can't keep up with my problem-solving ideas?"

Song Man can understand the math problem, but the question is why didn't she ask her about biochemistry, the specific knowledge is there, and Song Man can't play tricks, so there is no reason why she doesn't understand.

The students hesitated to speak, with complex expressions.

"I don't know why, but you always give me the feeling that I am mentally handicapped when you talk about topics."

The classmate who spoke said tremblingly, and the others nodded in agreement.

Song Man didn't have a sarcasm face, and was very patient, but the fear of being overwhelmed by IQ was lingering in his heart, perhaps because the expression on Song Man's face was too relaxed.

Chu Fengqiu chuckled lightly when he heard the words. In fact, it wasn't that exaggerated. It's just that Song Man was used to talking about the topic without sloppiness, and only talked about the main points. Everything else was regarded as the foundation. Everyone knew it by default. A good foundation can completely keep up. Some are confused and find it difficult to understand.

Song Man: ...

Okay, what else can I say, Song Man can only go to the question bank to guide the students with the purpose of the question.

And this scene fell in the eyes of others, and it was a scene of a schoolmaster playing games on his mobile phone, and his mood became even more sour.

Song Man didn't go back with Chu Fengqiu at night, they had already agreed that Song Man would go home to eat today.

Song Man doesn't really want to go home, it's not that she doesn't want to go back with her parents, but she just feels a little stressed. Her mother has already asked her if she wants to study finance-related majors, and even gave her a few management books.

Song Man's head has grown up, she is really not interested in that, Song Man is really afraid that her mother wants to train her to become the second Song Qinglan or the second her.

Originally, her mother didn't have such an idea, but Song Qinglan didn't look back as if she was determined, so she turned her eyes to her.

Song Man has been paying attention to Song Qinglan's movements. After Song Qinglan left home, instead of starting a business and starting a company, he went to paint and play the piano.

Song Man was shocked when she heard the news. She was not used to Song Qinglan suddenly cultivating her sentiments. Then she found that Song Qinglan really did a good job and loved a line. The painting even participated in the art exhibition. Song Man is a layman, but he also thinks it looks good. .

It seems that things have turned around suddenly. Song Man really can't avoid the position of heir. She doesn't want this matter to really become her responsibility and burden, but she knows clearly that if Song Qinglan doesn't come back, she will have to do all of this undertook.

Sure enough, during the meal, my mother brought up this topic again, and was fooled by Song Man.

"This thing that others can't ask for is like a hot potato when it comes to you."

Song Zici was also a little tired. She had done it early and handed over her property to her eldest daughter to let her younger daughter be free. But now that it's done like this, the number of times she sighs has increased.

"Mom, everyone has their own ambitions, right, Dad."

Song Man gestured to his father with crazy eyes, and sent out a distress signal.

"Your mother was right."

Xu Qinglang stood by his wife's side, with a helpless expression on his face.

He works with his wife, so he naturally knows his wife's hard work and dedication. If Qinglan really decides not to come back, Manman will bear all of this.

If Manman is still the same as before, maybe the wife's expectations will not be so high.

He tried to persuade her from time to time, and it has been effective for so long now. He knew that his wife was only stubborn, and once again found that she was looking into the homosexuality bill and test-tube babies.

After Song Man returned home, he lay dead on the bed.

Chu Fengqiu was used to her state, filled the bathtub with water, dripped essential oils, and asked Song Man to take a bath together.

The bathtub was big enough for two people to lie down on. Song Man's legs were pressed against Chu Fengqiu's body. Chu Fengqiu was massaging the soles of Song Man's feet when they got itchy. Song Man couldn't hold back and laughed.

"Old Chu, itchy."

Song Man raised his feet to raise water, and was wrapped in Chu Fengqiu's palm again.

"Be happy."

"Thinking of that incident, I can't be happy. I'm afraid that my mother will let me apply for finance when I apply for volunteering."

"If you really don't want to, then stick to doing what you like. If you choose something that makes you feel unhappy at all, then everything will be painful after that. Auntie is still very young now."

"And your ability to learn is so fast, if you really get to that point, just accept it."

Song Man patted the water, thinking about it too.

"If Song Qinglan really doesn't come back, then I have to accept it sooner or later. Then I will do what I like first."

Song Man made a decision like this, and it turned out that the decision had not been made for three months, so he didn't have to insist on it.

Because Song Qinglan is back!

This matter was led by Xu Qinglang and Tong Yiran together, so that the mother and daughter could feel at ease with each other, at least not as if they were enemies.

The happiest person in this matter was Song Manle, who was so happy and undisguised that Song Qinglan's mouth twitched.

After Song Qinglan came back, the college entrance examination was not far away.

In the final sprint stage, there is no chatting in the class, everyone is studying hard, and it is quiet between classes.

Song Man also didn't go to bed in class, afraid of irritating other students who stayed up late to do their homework, they took the enhanced version of the questions and brushed hard.

There is a reason why Song Man is so motivated, not only because she wants to get a good grade in the exam, but also because she made a bet with Chu Fengqiu.

Whoever gets a low score in the test will have to wear a maid outfit and play role-playing for a day, and the character design must not be broken.

This was suggested by Song Man, after all, she still misses Chu Fengqiu's white silk.

Before, Chu Fengqiu's promise to her was still fulfilled by Bai Si, which gave Song Man a big surprise.

However, she really only wore a white silk, and her legs were slender and straight, which made Song Man excited all day.

Chu Fengqiu readily agreed to this proposal.

If you can see the maid pretending to be Song Man... Chu Fengqiu just thought about it and thought it didn't exist.

The number of countdown days posted on the wall was decreasing day by day, until the number became 1, the head teacher came to the stage and gave a final speech.

Many students wiped their tears secretly, and Song Man felt very moved when he heard it.

"Students, don't be late tomorrow. Take your exam admission ticket and card pen. You must use a black marker pen when writing. There will be a bus to pick you up from the school tomorrow. Drive on time. Everyone must not be late."

The teacher in charge repeatedly ordered on the stage, his eyes fell on everyone.

"Then I wish you all a good performance tomorrow, worthy of past efforts, worthy of future prospects, worthy of yourself and worthy of your heart. You are proud of No. [-] Middle School today, and No. [-] Middle School will be proud of you tomorrow! Classmates See you tomorrow in the exam room."

"goodbye teacher!"

Forty students spoke together, and after the teacher left, the students sat down to bid farewell and left their signatures on the blackboard.

Song Man left his name on it, and next to her name was Chu Fengqiu's name.

"Goodbye monitor, goodbye Boss Song."

The most active boy in the class who often came to ask questions opened his mouth, some echoed, and some thanked other students who had helped.

Song Man looked at them and bent the corners of his lips.

"Goodbye."

After leaving this classroom, this familiar place no longer belongs to them.

The short journey is over, this life is still long.