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Qiao Yingzi didn't know how the boy offended her mother. She looked at the students who stopped and listened under the bridge and the gazebo, and understood their feelings from the bottom of her heart. After using my brain all day at school, I can hear the soft and soothing saxophone on the way home, which has a positive effect on relieving fatigue and stress. Isn’t it annoying that her mother called to complain about the property?

"Mom, it's not even 9 o'clock, okay, and people use mutes, which can't meet the noise standard at all. What are you doing?"

"Do you know that it's irresponsible for life to not go home after school and waste time on things that make you lose your mind, and you are not allowed to do this kind of thing again in the future."

Qiao Yingzi took a deep breath: "Okay, I see."

She lifted her schoolbag up and walked towards Building No. 5.

Song Qian glanced at Lin Yue, who was unconscious in the gazebo, said "I don't know how to do it", and walked behind her daughter.

Qiao Weidong was behind the weeping willow not far away. He didn't dare to talk to his daughter because he saw Song Qian approaching, but he could tell that Qiao Yingzi was very unhappy.

Watching the mother and daughter walk into the unit building, he turned to look at Lin Yue again, feeling a little puzzled in his heart. In his impression, this nephew came from a single-parent family, and his father died in a car accident. The recent series of radical behaviors belonged to Normally, he is already considering whether to ask a psychiatrist for help. However, judging from the experience of playing the saxophone, can a person with an unbalanced mentality be able to play such a healing tune?

He couldn't figure it out, and he couldn't figure it out, until a voice woke him up.

"Will you go, or if you don't go, I will go by myself."

"What?"

Realizing that it was Lin Yue who was calling him, he quickly shook off the messy thoughts in his mind: "Why don't you blow it?"

"I'll come down and test the tone, and if I continue, the parents of those students will think that I delay their children's study time." Lin Yue took the plastic bag for daily necessities and walked towards Building No. 6.

Qiao Weidong found a tall, thin man with glasses standing on the opposite side of the river, looking around, as if he hadn't heard enough.

"Hey, wait for me, don't go so fast."

...

Meanwhile, 403, Building 5.

Song Qian put a test paper on Qiao Yingzi's desk: "Hurry up and do it, and go to bed early after finishing."

"mom."

"Any thing else?"

"The video my dad sent me in the evening, that Lego... I'm sorry, I didn't mean to hide it from you."

"It's not your fault, it's Qiao Weidong, and that Lin Yue."

Thinking of these two people, she hated her so much. Usually, Qiao Weidong behaved like a grandson in front of her. have to.

"Lin Yue?"

"It's the guy who played the saxophone in the gazebo just now."

"His name is Lin Yue?" Qiao Yingzi looked puzzled: "Mom, what is the relationship between that Lin Yue and my father?"

"Don't mention him. If you mention him, you will get angry. You should do the test paper first. If there is anything else, we will talk about it tomorrow."

Song Qian opened the door and walked to the living room, muttering softly, "One buys Lego, the other plays music, what the hell."

Qiao Yingzi looked at the back at the window, lowered her head and pursed her lips.

...

On the other hand, Fang Yuan's family is also experiencing a "catastrophe".

"Fang Yifan, what did you say? Tell me again? Tigress?"

Tong Wenjie glared at her only son, Fang Yuan sat on the sofa, not daring to speak out, Lin Lei'er carefully closed the door, opened her schoolbag and went to do her homework.

"Mom, this... Because of this incident, Yingzi wants to break up with me."

Qiao Yingzi forwarded a video to him during self-study last night, and blamed him for not being able to do this well. Her father was so sad that the Lego Millennium Falcon worth 8848 was destroyed at her mother's feet.

"Without my consent, you secretly hid things in our house. Are you reasonable? Fang Yifan, come here."

"I... I told my dad."

Fang Yifan didn't dare to go there, he kept shrinking back, he felt that his mother was not as angry as today when he learned that his son might be in class because of poor grades on the first day of school, so the only thing he can do now is to pull The father is the backing.

"When did you tell me?"

To Fang Yifan's surprise, his father didn't wipe his ass this time: "I solemnly declare here that I don't know about this matter, and it has nothing to do with me."

Fang Yuan turned a blind eye to the expression in his son's eyes.

"dad!"

Fang Yifan was terribly wronged, Qiao Yingzi blamed him for not protecting the Lego Millennium Falcon, Tong Wenjie looked like he was going to punish him viciously, and felt like chocolate filling in the middle of a sandwich biscuit.

"Wen Jie, actually... my son wasn't talking about you, he...he was talking about Song Qian..."

Seeing his son acting like a doormat, Fang Yuan couldn't bear it, so he said something fair.

"you shut up!"

Tong Wenjie yelled, scaring Fang Yuan almost slipping to the ground, wiped his face with his hands, his whole body was numb from the inside out.

"It's not okay to talk about Song Qian, Fang Yifan, let me ask you, is this your attitude towards elders?"

"But... Mom... Aren't you at the scene? A good Lego gift bag has become like that. Don't you feel bad about it?"

"Don't feel bad, you have to study hard after the third year of high school, and you should throw away all distracting things."

Fang Yuan could tell that Tong Wenjie was venting her anger on her son.

"Wen Jie, you don't want to see Lin Yue normal, but you can't take your anger out on Fang Yifan either."

"Who said that I vented my anger on him? What he did was wrong. What is a tigress? Taking care of children's daily life, urging their studies and caring for growth, but being regarded as a scourge? Is it like Qiao Weidong? I have ignored children for ten years, and now To play a good father?"

Fang Yuan thought that Qiao Weidong was very kind to Yingzi. Song Qian was the one who stopped him and only let the father and daughter meet once a week. How could you say that you have not fulfilled your father's responsibilities?

But it could be seen that Tong Wenjie's tone softened.

"Dad, who is this Lin Yue?" Fang Yifan was certainly not very reconciled when he heard that he was being blamed.

"Lin Yue is one of Qiao Weidong's nephews. By the way, I remember Qiao Weidong said that Lin Yue was assigned to your basic class just after completing the transfer procedures for Lin Yue today."

"No."

Fang Yifan recalled carefully that there were no transfer students in the basic class at all.

Fang Yuan said: "Tomorrow, you should be able to see him tomorrow."

"Mom, how did this guy named Lin Yue provoke you?" He was very curious, how could his mother, who had always shown his sharpness, be provoked like this by a high school student.

Tong Wenjie didn't answer the question, but just gave him a hard look.

Fang Yuan mouthed a word to him, which was exactly what he had just described Song Qian - tigress.

Fang Yifan knew why he was struck by thunder, so he quickly surrendered and expressed his goodwill.

"Mom, don't worry, as long as he dares to come to the basic class, I will definitely avenge you."

Tong Wenjie's expression softened obviously, and Fang Yuan couldn't help reminding him: "Fang Yifan, don't mess around."

...

the next day.

Spring Breeze Middle School.

Jingle Bell……

The class bell rang, and the students who were chatting outside entered the classroom one after another.

Not long after Fang Yifan sat down in his seat, Pan Shuai walked in with a boy from the outside. He regained his energy all of a sudden, thinking that this person must be the guy named "Lin Yue".

"Okay students, a new student came to our class today, everyone applauds and welcomes."

There was a burst of applause in the classroom. Compared with the boys, the girls' reactions were more intense, because the transfer student looked very energetic, with a height of nearly 1.8 meters, a straight nose, refreshing short hair, and a sharp-edged face. The fair skin did not suppress the masculinity between the eyebrows, especially those eyes, there was an elusive sense of mystery between Gu Pan.

"Let's introduce yourself first."

Lin Yue walked to the front of the podium: "Lin Yue."

finished?

that's all?

The people in the classroom looked at each other, and this was the shortest self-introduction they had ever heard.

Even Ji Yangyang, who always pretended to be cool, couldn't help but look up.

Seeing that Lin Yue didn't want to continue talking, Pan Shuai couldn't force him to talk more. If this guy embarrasses him in front of the whole class, it will be a lot of fun.

"Okay, you go, the last row, the empty seat by the window, see?"

Lin Yue walked over and stuffed the schoolbag into the drawer.

At this time, there was a whispered conversation between two girls in front.

"I heard that he was transferred from No. 156 High School, and he is a good student ranked in the top fifteen in his grade."

"Then why did you transfer to our class?"

"I offended Teacher Li Meng."

"No?"

"Teacher Chen in the parallel class said, so there is still a fake?"

"..."

Pan Shuai patted the desk: "Okay, just be quiet, let's go to class. By the way, before class, let's assign today's homework and write an essay. The topic is relatively simple."

While speaking, he wrote a line on the blackboard - "My mother".

"How about it, isn't it difficult? I believe that everyone has written a lot of compositions about their parents since the third grade of elementary school, but because they write a lot, it becomes more difficult to be outstanding, so I don't ask you to pile up compositions. Gorgeous rhetoric, proceed from reality, use words to vividly shape the characters, and express your true emotions."

The students talked a lot.

As for Lin Yue, a sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth. Is this the warning Pan Shuai gave him? It's pretty ugly to be honest.