At the beginning, Gu Jia and Jiang Nansun were intercepted, and Qiao Yingzi pursued them

Jiahe is so well behaved and warms the bed for me every night. Why should I bully her?

Back on the playground, Qin Fan quickly found Peng Jiahe.

In order to ensure the smooth implementation of the plan, Peng Jiahe was with Qiao Yingzi at the moment, with a middle-aged man and woman standing next to them.

The man had a face full of stubble, wore a pair of glasses, and was slightly overweight. He looked like a greasy uncle, but every time I saw this face, I felt inexplicably funny.

The woman is pretty, but a little old.

"Brother, you're back. What do you think of what I wrote?"

Peng Jiahe came up with the balloon and showed her the side with writing on it.

"Let me see what you wrote."

Qin Fan took the balloon and read it again. "It doesn't matter how many points you get on the test. What matters most is being happy. Peng! Jia! He! Explain to me, what do you mean by 'it doesn't matter how many points you get on the test?'"

Peng Jiahe instantly immersed herself in the role, took a few steps back timidly, and stood beside Qiao Yingzi.

Seeing Qin Fan getting angry, Song Qian, who originally wanted to criticize the CNSA written by Qiao Yingzi, was involuntarily attracted by his words.

Although Peng Jiahe felt weak, he still argued, "Isn't it?"

"You still dare to quibble? I spent so much money to train you, and I served you with delicious food and drinks every day, even more attentively than I served my ancestors. And now you tell me that the test score is not important? Then why are you in the third year of high school? Just go home!"

Qin Fan walked over, snatched the marker from Peng Jiahe, and wrote three numbers on the balloon - 600.

Peng Jiahe was immediately dissatisfied. "I only scored over 400 points on the final exam last semester, and you gave me a score of 600. Isn't that asking too much?"

"This is your goal, your wish. If you work hard this semester and get over 500 points, then by the time you take the college entrance exam, you'll get 600, right?"

"Scores! Scores! All you care about are scores! Have you ever cared about what I like or what I want? Have you ever cared about which school I want to apply to? You are a parent who only cares about scores, a tyrant, a selfish person. You only care about my grades and nothing else!"

Song Qian originally wanted to watch the fun, but as she watched, she felt something was wrong. She always felt that Jiahe was hinting at something.

Qiao Yingzi glanced at her mother quietly. She was also a parent who only cared about grades.

Qin Fan's tone slowed down. "Jiahe, I don't mean to emphasize scores with you. I was your age, too, and I know all too well the importance of the college entrance exam. A difference of ten or eight points can mean the difference between two completely different lives. You don't understand it yet, and you always feel like I'm controlling your life. By the time you realize this, it will be too late, understand?"

Song Qian nodded subconsciously. What he said was absolutely right. Which parent would be willing to arrange their child's life? Isn't it because they made mistakes when they were young and don't want their children to repeat them. They want to help their children avoid detours as much as possible?

"It's the same old logic again. You always have more logic than me."

"This child, why won't he listen?"

"The school requires us to write a wish, but can this score be considered a wish? Even if it is a wish, it's your wish, not mine!"

"Jiahe, can you please stop being so stubborn? Competition among high school seniors is so fierce these days. If you can't get 600 points on the test, how can a good school accept you?"

"If that's what you say, okay, this balloon is for you. You can write whatever you want on it. Even if you write Tsinghua University or Peking University or get a 700 on the test, I have no objection!"

After saying that, Peng Jiahe left angrily with her ponytail swinging.

Song Qian was very upset. She originally wanted Yingzi to choose between Tsinghua University and Peking University, but how could she write after seeing the farce happening before her eyes?

What if Qiao Yingzi follows suit and gives me a balloon too? What should I do?

Let Yingzi’s mother’s dream fly?

Qin Fan looked at the little actress's back as she left. Her performance was over, but his was not yet over.

He turned around and gave Qiao Daidi and Song Qian a forced smile, "My child is ignorant. I'm sorry to have embarrassed you two."

Qiao Daidi acted very familiar, "Jia He's brother, I'm not saying anything bad about you, but as a child, the most important thing is to be happy. Why are you like some people, always concerned about grades?"

Song Qian glared at him fiercely, feeling that she had somehow become someone like that.

Qin Fan smiled secretly. He was indeed Qiao Daidi. Even when he was pursuing his ex-wife, he still liked to walk on the edge of death.

I remember a scene in the drama where the two met in a supermarket. Qiao Daidi looked at the sanitary napkins in Song Qian's shopping cart and asked stupidly, "Are they still in use?"

Song Qian didn't kill him with a single blow, probably because there was no knife in the shopping cart.

Qin Fan's face was filled with helplessness. "It's not that I have to care about grades. It's the university, the admission score, and society that cares. I'm also forced to care."

Song Qian nodded. "That's right. As parents, who among us doesn't want our children to be happy all their lives? But they're already in their third year of high school. How can we not give it our all?"

Qin Fan nodded and extended his hand towards Song Qian, "My name is Qin Fan."

Song Qian smiled and shook his hand. "My name is Song Qian, and I'm Yingzi's mother."

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510: Huang Zhitao is in his arms! "My dear, Yingzi is here, don't..."

Qiao Daidi raised his hand, ready to shake hands with him after the two of them were done.

Who knew that Qin Fan seemed to have forgotten him, stepped between the two of them, with a look of surprise on his face.

"So you are Teacher Song. I asked Wenjie to contact you before about tutoring for Jiahe. Do you remember?"

Qiao Daidi awkwardly withdrew his hand and walked over to take the balloon from Qiao Yingzi. "Dad will write you a blessing too."

Song Qian recalled, "The last time Wen Jie contacted me, she was talking about Jia He."

"Yes, yes, yes. Our Jiahe is a transfer student who just transferred here from Shanghai this year. She used to take tutoring classes in Shanghai, but now she's in Beijing, so I have to enroll her in a new tutoring class."

"Then bring Jiahe here this weekend. I'll first check her physics grades, have her do some exercises, and then make a study plan for her."

Qin Fan gave a thumbs up, "As expected of a gold medal teacher, so professional!"

"Haha, thank you."

After Qiao Daidi finished writing the blessing, he looked up and saw Qin Fan and Song Qian chatting enthusiastically. He was about to go over and have a threesome when he suddenly felt his daughter tugging at his sleeve.

Qiao Yingzi leaned over and whispered in Qiao Daidi's ear, "Dad, this is urgent. You must help me."

"What's wrong, girl?"

"My mom will definitely force me to apply for Tsinghua University or Peking University later. You know, I want to apply for Nanjing University the most. My mom doesn't agree, so I can only rely on you."

Of course, Qiao Daidi knew what Song Qian was thinking, and he also knew that his daughter was living a very depressed life, so he was also in a difficult situation.

"My daughter, Daddy supports you, but Daddy's support alone is not enough."

"It works, it works! Hold on to the balloon. If my mom wants me to write Tsinghua or Peking University, just let go of the balloon and sincerely admit your mistake to her by saying you accidentally let go of it."

Even with eyes closed, you can tell that it was Qin Fan who came up with this idea of ​​shifting the blame.

"Is it not good for us, father and daughter, to fool your mother like this?"

"I was forced into this idea because I had no other choice. You must help me. You said you would support my dream..."

Qiao Yingzi hugged her father's arm and acted coquettishly.

Qiao Daidi looked at his daughter, then at Song Qian, and made up his mind, "For my daughter's dream, Dad will risk it all this time!"

After chatting for more than ten minutes, Song Qian seemed to remember that the wish had not been written yet, and hurriedly stopped Qin Fan from asking questions.

"Um, Qin Fan, regarding Jiahe's problem, we can discuss it in detail when we meet this weekend. Now I have to accompany my daughter to release balloons."

"Wow, time flies! Teacher Song, your lectures are so good that I was so engrossed in them that I didn't realize more than ten minutes have already passed."

Song Qian smiled reservedly and said, "I just like your little talking mouth!"

I really want to reply, please keep praising me, don’t stop~!

Unfortunately, the time for releasing the balloons is almost up, so we can only stop talking here regretfully.

The two exchanged phone numbers and added each other on WeChat, and then Song Qian walked towards the father and daughter.

Qiao Yingzi was extremely nervous. Qin Fan's plan was divided into three steps. The first step was to quarrel with Peng Jiahe, imply something to Teacher Song, and force her to become hesitant. The second step was to ask Teacher Song for advice and buy time. If that still didn't work, he would have to leave everything to Qiao Daidi.

Dad, you must give your all!

Qiao Daidi held the rope tightly with his left hand, and a fierce ideological struggle was going on in his heart. He thought that what he was holding in his hand was his daughter's dream and her trust in him, and he must not let her down.

Then he thought again, he was planning to pursue his ex-wife again, and he was cheating in such an important ceremony. One can imagine how angry Song Qian would be.

On one side is his daughter's dream, and on the other side is his own dream, and the two dreams are in fierce conflict.

Qiao Daidi stood there, his brain completely frozen.

Song Qian walked up to the father and daughter, "Qiao Weidong, give me the balloon."

"No!"

"What did you say?"

"I said, I can give you balloons, but I can't give you my daughter's dream!"

Seeing that Qiao Daidi looked nervous, Song Qian didn't bother to pay attention to him and reached out to pull the rope. Unexpectedly, Qiao Daidi dodged it with his hand.

Song Qian's face darkened. "Qiao Weidong, what on earth do you want to do?"

"Tell me what you want to do first?"

"Yingzi hasn't written her wish yet. Time's almost up. Let her write it down and give me the balloon!"

Song Qian reached out to grab the rope again, but saw Qiao Daidi's hand loosen and the balloon quickly flew into the air.

"Ouch, why did you let go of the balloon?"

Song Qian rushed forward, jumped up and tried to grab the rope, but her fingertips brushed past it and she watched the balloon fly higher and higher.

"Is it time? Let's release the balloons!"

Qin Fan immediately let go of his hand and released Peng Jiahe's wish balloon as well.

People tend to follow the crowd, just like when you are listening to a speech in an auditorium. When the person on the stage pauses, if someone in the audience claps, the others will follow suit.

At this moment, other students and parents saw two balloons flying up, and without thinking, they let go of their hands and released the balloons.

On the stage, Pan Shuai looked at a large number of colorful balloons flying into the sky with a confused look on his face. I haven't even said start yet, why are they releasing all the balloons?

Such an important ceremony didn't even have a countdown.

I could only add silently into the microphone: "Let's begin the release ceremony."

Watching the balloon with CNSA written on it flying higher and higher, Qiao Yingzi was so excited that she could not control herself. Her eyes were misty. She felt that her usually depressed mood was also bathed in the sunlight along with the balloon at this moment, and everything suddenly became clear.

I knew very well that without Brother Qin Fan's plan, this balloon would never be released.

Qiao Yingzi turned her head and smiled sweetly at Qin Fan.

He made a fist with his hands at his lips and silently said, "I'll treat you to an ice cream cone later."

This action froze Qin Fan's chest. How did she know how big little Qin Fan was that he couldn't be held in one hand? Did Peng Jiahe tell her?

Song Qian was very angry and annoyed, and looked at Qiao Daidi with an unfriendly look.

"Qiao Weidong, are you deliberately going against me?"

The balloon seemed to have taken away all of Qiao Daidi's courage, and he immediately became timid when faced with Song Qian's revenge.

"No... I don't know what happened just now. I didn't hold it firmly, and it flew away as soon as I let go. How about I blow up another balloon and you write your blessing on it?"

"No thanks! The event is over, you can leave now!"

Things had already happened, and Song Qian had no choice but to drive him away with a stern face.

Qiao Yingzi had no idea how deep Qin Fan's tricks were. On the surface, he was helping her realize her dreams, but in fact, he was handing the problem over to Qiao Daidi, forcing him to confront Song Qian head-on for his daughter.

He went against his ex-wife and wanted to win her back. If Qiao Daidi really had that ability, he would have remarried Song Qian long ago and would not have waited until now.

After Qiao Daidi was driven away, Qin Fan did not stay any longer and left quietly.

After school, the girls made an appointment to go to the movies together.

Peng Jiahe took the two little fans out of the school gate, walked to a Bentley, and pushed Qiao Yingzi.

"Yingzi, you sit in the passenger seat, Taozi, you sit in the back with me."

Then he whispered in Taozi's ear, "You go in first. I've given you a chance. It depends on whether you can seize it."

Huang Zhitao blushed and glanced at the car window, as if she saw the handsome figure sitting inside through the window.

When the time came, I suddenly felt very nervous for some reason, my feet were firmly nailed to the ground, and I couldn't take that step.

Peng Jiahe was a little anxious. "Don't be a coward at this critical moment, or you'll never come to me for help again."

Huang Zhitao calmed himself down, opened the car door and got in.

Qin Fan was sitting inside, chatting with Guan Juer on his phone. When he saw Huang Zhitao come in, he smiled at her.