This Fake Daughter Deserves To Be Spoiled

"I want to go and see." Yang Chuyue said, "This is not the New Year's Day party coming soon. When I come on stage, I will give you a song "Gong Xi Fa Cai?"

Peng Anran: "???"

Yang Chuyue lowered her head and snorted her noodles and took a sip of the soup. When she raised her head, her eyes fell on Peng Anran's head. She looked left and right, with a novel expression on her face, "Did you dye your hair back again?"

The colorful hair of Peng Anran's head is now completely black and his hair straightened.

However, Peng Anran is petite, with a round face, round eyes and a small mouth. Yang Chuyue used to think she looked like the kind of cute girl in anime.

But Peng Anran herself always wanted to lead herself to the uninhibited road. Now that her hair is back, she can no longer get along with the little Taimei.

"Dye back." Peng Anran said, "I broke up."

Yang Chuyue was stunned for a moment, and couldn't help but look at Peng Anran a few more times, seeing that her expression was fairly natural, and she didn't say anything more, and broke the topic.

After eating supper and returning to the dormitory, Yang Chuyue drank hot water and sat at the table to soak her feet, wearing headphones on her ears, tilting her head back and closing her eyes.

"What are you listening to?" The earphone on the right was suddenly removed, and Qin Tao's voice came over.

Yang Chuyue opened her eyes and looked at her, "You are a song in my heart."

"Wow, it's an old song." Qin Tao pulled the earphones and listened, her eyes fell on Yang Chuyue's phone screen, "It's still a single loop, do you like this song very much?"

"It's okay, it's more nostalgic recently." Yang Chuyue covered her mouth and yawned, took a towel and wiped her feet, tidied up, and went back to bed to sleep.

The program for Class 4 was set, and Qin Tao didn’t have to worry about it. According to her, they were already familiar faces of the school’s major evening parties. Qin Tao was taken by the teacher when she was still in junior high school. After performing in the second middle school, there was still a pay at that time.

The focus of the program in the class is still on the sketch, and several people take time to rehearse.

After eating at noon, Tang Shuangxu returned to the place where he was staying. Yang Chuyue went to the classroom first, and happened to ran into the few people rehearsing at the back of the classroom.

The physics class representative was singing a piece of opera with his voice. It was originally just for fun, so naturally he wouldn't move closer to the professional side. When he opened his voice, the other students who were watching had already laughed before he finished singing a sentence.

"Don't sing, don't sing, the soul will be sung by you." Yang Chuyue shouted the girl at the back table.

The representatives of the physics class clapped their hands and said, "The effect of the program is there. Then you will shout like this from the bottom, just right!"

The time flies quickly with laughter and noisy, and the primary election is about to begin.

On this day, there was a physical education class in class four, and it was in the fourth class in the morning. After everyone finished the warm-up activities, they disbanded. Those who were willing to play, and those who didn't want to play, just left.

"I want to cut my hair." Yang Chuyue scratched the hair behind her, "I want to shave my head as soon as winter comes."

She doesn't like the static electricity in her hair, and more importantly...I feel so cold when I wash my hair in winter.

For a person who wants to hibernate directly to spend the winter, getting out of the bed every day is already the only thing she has courage to do.

"Shave your head, and then buy a hat to wear. You don't even need to wash your hair. You can just wipe it with a towel every morning." Yang Chuyue said to Tang Shuang, "What do you think?"

Tang Shuangxu's gaze fell on her head, and he didn't speak immediately. He was probably imagining what she would look like when she had a bald head.

Yang Chuyue looked at her expectantly, as long as she nodded, she really meant to shave her head.

"Hulled eggs?" Tang Shuangxu hesitated.

Yang Chuyue: "..."

Yang Chuyue didn't want to be a peeled egg. Although she was blocked by a hat, she went to the barber shop and asked the barber to cut her hair a little bit shorter.

Yang Chuyue had been looking at Tang Shuangxu in the mirror when she was cutting her hair.

Tang Shuangxu was sitting on the sofa not far behind her, occasionally raising his head and looking to her side, most of the time he was looking at the phone, frowning, and even the corners of his lips pressed down.

"What happened?" Yang Chuyue asked.

Tang Shuangxu paused, raised his eyes and looked over, "I'm going to find a part-time job again this weekend."

"Why? Didn't you teach well before?" Yang Chuyue couldn't help sitting upright.

She knew that Tang Shuangxu had always been doing part-time jobs to earn living expenses. What she was doing was English tutoring. She went there every week on vacation, 150 per three hours each time, and probably more than 1,000 a month.

The prices in the small county are not high. More than 1,000 a month will definitely be enough for living expenses, and a lot of money will be saved.

But Yang Chuyue knew that Tang Shuangxu had to save the money. After all, he would have to pay the rent in the future, and Tang Shuangxu would still live alone, and he would also buy some daily necessities, clothes and the like.

She even suspected that Tang Shuangxu's tuition was paid by herself.

Tang Shuangxu didn't take the initiative to mention these things herself, and occasionally when the two of them talked about it inadvertently, she would overstate it lightly, and Yang Chuyue knew that she didn't want to talk about it, so she didn't want to go into it.

The part-time job as a tutor is pretty stable.

Now that Tang Shuangxu said that part-time job is yellow, Yang Chuyue's heart also came up. She was a little worried. She was no longer obsessed with a good part-time job, and started to think about whether there is any other work that Tang Shuangxu could do. .

"Where did you find this part-time job before? Even if their children don't need English tuition, there should be other children who need it?" Yang Chuyue asked, "Or find other part-time jobs? The winter vacation is about to take place in a month. Are you looking for a longer part-time job during the winter vacation?"

"Yeah." Tang Shuangxu nodded and put the phone away, "Don't worry, let's go out and have a look during the winter vacation."

"I will accompany you when the time comes." Yang Chuyue said.

This night was the primary election for the New Year's Day party, because Tang Shuangxu's dinner time was directly reduced to only half an hour because it had to go ahead in advance.

Fortunately, half an hour is enough.

After dinner, Tang Shuangxu called the classmate who played the sketch to the activity center. Tonight’s primaries were over there, and Yang Chuyue wanted to go there too, so she just followed with a brazen face.

"Yang Chuyue, what are you doing with you?" The physics class representative caught a glimpse of her and immediately asked.

Yang Chuyue didn't change her face and said, "I am an alternate, what if I need to use my place?"

"At the beginning of the month, I was in charge of doing miscellaneous things, serving us tea and water." Qin Tao said with a smile.

Yang Chuyue responded with a smile, leaned slightly, and stretched out one hand, "Come here, I will help you go..."

Qin Tao immediately put on the shelf, learning about the empresses and concubines in the ancient costume drama, tilting the orchid finger and putting Shi Shiran on the back of Yang Chuyue's hand, his chin was lifted high and vivid.

However, her hand fell free.

Yang Chuyue turned around abruptly, and people leaned in front of Tang Shuangxu, "If you want to help, you can also help Axu, come and come..."

"Yang Chuyue!" Qin Tao lost her hand, and she almost fell forward. She turned her head to see this scene and laughed angrily, "Look at you, it's too shit!"

"I'm happy. I will only give us Axu tonight, only Axu can call me." Yang Chuyue smiled, holding Tang Shuangxu's hand on the back of her hand.

Tang Shuangxu was looking at them when Yang Chuyue was playing with Qin Tao.

But she didn't expect Yang Chuyue to suddenly turn to her, so she was stunned until her hand was on the back of Yang Chuyue's hand.

Yang Chuyue's hands were hot, but Tang Shuangxu's hands were warm, even if she had been stuffed in her pocket before and could not get warm.

"How many clothes did you wear? Why are your hands so cold?" Yang Chuyue felt the coolness on the back of her hands, and she was also a little surprised.

Tang Shuangxu retracted his hand and tucked it back into his pocket, "Three pieces, a warm clothing, a woolen sweater, and a coat."

"That's a lot..." Yang Chuyue said in a stunned voice.

She herself also wore three pieces. As a person who is afraid of cold stars, although three pieces are still not enough, at least her hands and feet are hot.

"Are you cold?" Yang Chuyue asked in a low voice.

Tang Shuangxu hesitated, shook his head, "I don't know..."

While talking, the group had already arrived at the activity center. Tang Shuangxu went to find the person in charge to sign in, and then received the sign.

"Our class is in the back, so we can practice first." Tang Shuangxu returned with the sign and said to the others. She paused and added: "Don't be nervous."

The others went to rehearse, and even Qin Tao went to find her little friend to warm up with her. Tang Shuangxu wanted to help the sketch group stare, Yang Chuyue stood watching at first, and ran away after watching it.

The activity center is very large. In addition to their class, there are other classes waiting to rehearse, playing guitar, dancing, singing... and performing sketches.

Yang Chuyue went to find out about the enemy.

Yang Chuyue didn't participate in the New Year's Party in the first year of high school.

This year is the first time she has come to see the primaries. There are almost ten sketches alone, let alone singing...

When she was swaying in circles, she also encountered several familiar faces.

"Yang Chuyue, have you prepared a show this year?" The tall, thin, white boy waved his hand and greeted Yang Chuyue.

The boy was still carrying an erhu in his hand, and there were several people sitting next to him, with various musical instruments in his hands, as well as a drum set.

Yang Chuyue knew several of them, and she greeted them one by one. Then she looked at the white boy and shook her head: "No, I'm just bored to come over and take a look. Are you going to come to stage to play the erhu?"

"Be idle and bored, come and try." The boy handed the Erhu to Yang Chuyue as he said, "You try?"

"I haven't touched it for a long time." Yang Chuyue also felt a little itchy, so she reached out and took it. "Don't turn your head and tell Teacher Qiao."