The Little Tender Girl In His Heart

 Chapter 75 It all depends on people

At this time, Song Yiyan was shocked.

"Are you serious?" Although Song Yiyan didn't care much about Song Yi, he was his biological son after all. If he really had this idea, Song Yiyan would definitely support it.

In my mind, the girl's delicate face, skin as white as jade, and those beautiful eyes are so beautiful.

Song Yi clenched his hands under his sleeves and said in a hoarse voice: "I know it's difficult to get into B major, but that doesn't mean it can't be done."

"Every year, the B conference lowers the scores of students who have won awards in specialized fields. I can try to get a place in the winter training camp."

Song Yiyan shook his head and said, "Even so, there are only two months left until the winter training camp. Can you enter in such a short time?"

Silence didn't expect that wild boy to start studying again. When he was first taken to Song Yiyan's home, Song Yi's grades were always ahead of him. It took a lot of effort for him to catch up after he was unwilling to learn.

Now…

Song Yi knows that it is difficult to get a spot. Only one team from the No. 4 Middle School can participate every year, but the benefits of the winter training camp are many.

There are famous teachers from University B there. If you perform well, leave an impression, and receive awards, University B will not only lower your score, but may also directly send you a recommendation.

University B and University Q are well-known in the city as the "one-plank bridge with thousands of troops and horses". Every senior high school student is trying to get to that school.

"It all depends on people, Dad, I really want to get into B University."

That sentence "Dad" suddenly made Song Yiyan feel like he was crying all the time. His eye circles were a little red, "Okay."

"Come back to City B with me tonight. The education here won't be of much help to you. I can find the best school for you in City B..."

Song Yi looked at him, "I'm not going anywhere. Only here is the most likely place for me to get admitted to University B."

No one would teach him sincerely. He had a poor foundation and didn't understand many things. It's not that Mrs. Song hadn't hired a tutor for him. Many people secretly called him a fool.

Only Xu Nuo Nuo, gentle and careful, sorted out the knowledge points for him over and over again.

Xu Nuo Nuo is excellent enough, almost gorgeously beautiful, she is careful and gentle. Only Xuannuluo could stand him.

Just like the science and comprehensive group, those girls with good grades would usually come to show their courtesy, but the science and comprehensive group was about their future, and they all disliked him.

Only Xu Nuo Nuo takes the initiative to ask for him.

Song Yiyan saw in the child's eyes a young and tender flower growing out of the darkness of despair, very young.

Suddenly he felt soft-hearted and didn't want to destroy the light in his eyes, and finally nodded stiffly.

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Monday's recess was another flag-raising ceremony. This time, it was Class 5's turn to be the weekly class. It was originally the class monitor who was speaking, but unexpectedly, the squad leader had a bad stomach and went to the toilet.

Yang Pei directly gave the speech to Xu Nuonuo.

Help, she's a bit socially anxious...

Xu Nuonuo stood in the middle of a row of relay students who were preparing nervously. Zhou Xin, who was in the first row, kept cheering Xu Nuonuo in a low voice.

Yang Pei didn't care, after all, he was cheering for his favorite protégé.

Song Yi stayed up late again to finish the paper until two o'clock. He could now do more than half of the questions in the third grade of junior high school. Under his cold white skin, his eyelids were blue and black.

I was pulled over to the flag-raising ceremony, and my eyes were closed the whole time. Until, with the explosive applause on the playground, the boy who looked particularly lazy frowned sleepily and raised a pair of dark eyes -

I saw the little girl's soft face and a nervous look on her face.

The girl holding the microphone had a sweet voice when she opened her mouth. Looking from a distance, the **** the stage was wearing the same shabby school uniform as the students below.

High ponytail, very refreshing. (End of this chapter)