Rebirth Seventy Little Spicy Daughter-in-law

On the day Sheng Anning and Zhou Shixun left, Mo Mo and the others went to class, and there was no too sad parting scene.

After getting on the train, Sheng Anning's heart felt like it was empty: "I wonder if they will be sad when they go back from school and can't see us?"

Zhou Shixun comforted her: "Don't worry, our children are stronger than we thought."

Sheng Anning left with heartache. The farther away from the capital, the more reluctant she was to leave.

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The three children also knew that their parents were leaving today, but they had to go to school and could not go to the train station to see them off.

In the morning, An An hugged Sheng An Ning again and again, and made her mother promise to come back to see them during the holidays, so she reluctantly went to school with her brothers.

She was in a bad mood along the way. No matter how Zhouzhou teased her, she would not laugh, and she would not be angry if he provoked her.

Zhouzhou felt bored: "It's not like mom and dad are not coming back, they will be back soon. And didn't grandpa say that we can also go to mom and dad's place to celebrate the New Year during the winter vacation? It's almost September now, January

We can have winter vacation, how many days are there left?"

An An really believed it, counted it carefully, and felt better: "One hundred and thirty days."

Zhouzhou spread his hands: "Isn't that right? I said it would be quick. You have to be happy so that your parents won't worry."

An'an felt better again and started chasing Zhouzhou around.

When I arrived at the classroom, I sat down An An and found that a new classmate had arrived at the empty table next to the same row. He was a boy. He was wearing a white shirt and black trousers and sat down straight.

The exposed side face is very white, the bridge of the nose is also high, and the eyelashes seem to be quite long.

An An glanced at it, stretched out his head and glanced again, and was reminded by Mo Mo to sit down.

An An was quiet for less than two minutes, and then she moved closer to Mo Mo: "Brother, the boy next to you is very good-looking."

Her lowered voice was still heard by the male classmate next door, who tilted his head and looked over, his eyebrows deep and cold and aloof.

An An was so frightened that she quickly looked away and sat upright with her back straight.

Mo Mo also looked back at the boy and calmly looked back.

Teacher Meng came in and introduced the new classmate to everyone: "Everyone discovered that there is a new classmate in the class today, named Wen Zheng. We can introduce each other to each other after class."

Wen Ying stood up when his name was called, and looked at An An again. An An was puffing out her cheeks, covering her cheeks with one hand, and stuffing cakes into her mouth with the other hand, as if she hadn't heard the teacher's words.

An An found that this new classmate was very indifferent. He walked alone every day and did not talk to his classmates.

Apart from her good looks, her personality is not cute at all.

An An quickly made new friends in the class, one named Chen Jiaojiao and the other named Su Meng.

In his spare time, he was busy hanging out with two female classmates. During class time, Mo Mo would stare at her and listen carefully. He really didn't have time to pay more attention to the taciturn boy in the class.

An An was younger. Chen Jiaojiao and Su Meng were both two years older than An An and knew more. One day, they suddenly started talking about which boy in the class was good-looking.

Chen Jiaojiao asked An An: "Zhou Yian, who do you think is good-looking among us boys?"

An An didn't even think about it: "My brother, my two brothers are the most handsome."

Chen Jiaojiao thought about it and nodded: "What else?"

An An thought hard again: "That Wen Ying is also good-looking, but he has a bad temper and doesn't like to talk."

Su Meng was a little unconvinced: "That's cool. Your brother Zhou Lizheng doesn't like to talk either."

An An was unconvinced: "That's different. My brother doesn't like to say it, but he always has a gentle attitude and is polite to everyone. That Wen Cheng has a stinky face every day, like an ice cube."

Chen Jiaojiao felt that An An was right: "That's right. He doesn't interact with his classmates every day. He leaves right after school every day. He looks very awkward."

Su Meng still thinks Wen Ying is better: "I just like Wen Ying, how cool is that?"

An An blinked. She felt that she still liked her two brothers and could play with her.

The children's first year of junior high school passed quickly. During the winter vacation, Sheng Anning and Zhou Shixun did not come back, and Mo Mo and the others did not go either because Zhou Nanguang was ill.

Although the illness was not serious, it took more than half a month to recover, which also delayed the trip.

Although An An misses her parents, she understands that her grandfather cannot take them there, so she is still very happy playing with Tangtang at home.

After the winter vacation, in the second semester, the children's grades gradually widened.

Mo Mo is always number one, and Keke gets perfect marks, while number two is Wen Ying, that very quiet boy.

Zhouzhou's grades were up and down, sometimes third, sometimes fifth, all depending on his mood. Among so many top students, An'an's grades were a bit difficult, but he still remained at the top twenty.

In the midterm exam, Mo Mo still ranked first, Wen Zheng came in second, and Zhou Zhou also took third this time. Only An An fell back a lot and became the 30th place.

An An pinched the paper and frowned: "Ah, how could this happen? Brother, this history is so difficult."

Mo Mo glanced at An An's paper and sighed inwardly. An An failed in history again. She could never distinguish or remember those dynasties.

"Just memorize it when you go back, and it'll be fine. History is all about backsliding. Just make up for it and you'll be able to come up."

An An squeezed the test paper tightly, her face full of frustration: "I memorized it well, but I can't remember it. Do you think if I am like this, will I fail to pass the high school entrance exam in the future?"

Mo Mo pursed his lips, An An was probably worried, and even if An An was admitted to high school, given the disparity in their grades, they might not be able to go to the same high school.

An An rubbed his face, printed the ink on the paper, and then used it on his face.

When school was over in the afternoon, An An found an extra notebook in her schoolbag. It was full of historical notes and all the key knowledge was compiled into a catchy rhyme.

An An looked through it and was a little surprised: "Whose is this?"

Mo Mo took it over, looked at the intentionally ugly words on it, and handed it to Wen Zheng next to him without even thinking, "My sister, I can teach it myself."

An An's eyes widened, feeling incredible: "Gentle?"

Then he quickly asked Mo Mo in a low voice: "Brother, we are not familiar with Wen Ying. Why is he so eager to help me?"

Although the sentence was unfamiliar, it still drifted into Wen Wen's ears. His straight back stiffened and he silently put away the notebook.

Mo Mo knew that An An had long forgotten this childhood friend, and she had forgotten that there was such a person as Brother Kite, so she did not recognize Wen Ying.

But he and Zhouzhou both recognized him, but they just made a tacit agreement not to mention it, not wanting his sister to get too close to this guy.

On the way back, An An was still curious: "That Wen Zheng turns out to be quite enthusiastic. He doesn't look as cold as he appears."

Zhouzhou snorted coldly: "You know people, you know their faces, but you don't know their hearts. Be careful of being cheated and giving people money."