The class had been discussing Song Chengen's withdrawal from school for a long time. After all, it was only through hard work that he was able to get into a high school. Dropping out of school before a week had passed, everyone felt that it was not in line with common sense.
Although some people saw the dispute between Song Ye and Song Chengen, no one thought that Song Ye, who was born in a poor family, could have the ability to make people drop out of school.
As a result, conspiracy theories, kidnapping and organ harvesting theories, and mental illness theories all came out, and became a topic of discussion among students after dinner for a long time.
Only Wang Qianqian secretly asked Song Ye afterward, "Is this your handiwork?" Others only thought that Song Ye was a poor child from Yuncheng, but Wang Qianqian knew that this was a talent that her father was full of praise for. .
At that time, Song Ye was solving a math problem, with mental calculations running rapidly in his mind. Hearing this, he asked with a calm face, "What do you think?"
During this period of time together, Wang Qianqian also roughly sensed some of Song Ye's nature. At this moment, she only heard this sentence, and she sighed repeatedly, "Tsk, I don't deny it, Song Ye, I really underestimated you before."
He is cruel and ruthless, killing people without blood.
Song Ye continued to solve the problems and did not comment on Wang Qianqian's evaluation. Her current strength might even scare Wang Yutang. In the territory of Luo Province, whose life she wants is just a matter of words.
Song Chengen violated her taboo, and no matter whether the circumstances were serious or not, there was no need for her to deal with him.
However, trouble seems to be something that Song Ye will never be able to solve.
During morning exercises, in order to rush for time, everyone usually rushes down the corridor in a crowded way. There are endless heads on the stairs, and Song Ye has become one of the human biscuits.
"Hey, don't crowd me. Are you polite? I'm a girl."
"It doesn't matter if you're a boy or a girl, you'll be late, and the person who made you stand doesn't care whether you're a boy or a girl."
"you… "
The crowd was pushing each other, complaining one after another, and everyone was rushing downstairs like sardines.
Song Ye was walking when she suddenly felt someone push her back. The force was so strong that she almost couldn't stand. She was about to hit the person in front of her, causing a stampede in mid-air. Zhong Songye reached out and grabbed the arm of the person next to him, so that he could not fall down.
"Are you okay?" the person who was caught asking for help asked.
Song Ye heard the voice was familiar, and turned around to see Meng Ziheng, "Aren't you in front?"
Meng Ziheng was helpless, a wry smile appeared on his elegant and noble face, "I was squeezed out."
Song Ye was silent, it seemed that not everything could be solved with money.
During the brief exchange, she looked back and observed her surroundings several times, but found nothing strange.
But she was sure that the person who pushed her just now did it on purpose.
Perhaps she was observing her surroundings, but after she got down the stairs, she realized that Meng Ziheng's hand had been holding hers, attracting the attention of many people around her.
"Ahem, I forgot about it for a moment." Meng Ziheng coughed twice in embarrassment and explained. It was indeed a bit awkward to think about two high school boys walking hand in hand.
"It's okay, let's go." Song Ye put his hands back into his pockets. There was no embarrassment on his face at all, but the corner of his eyes glanced at the sight projected to the side. His heart moved slightly, and he stepped a little closer to Meng Ziheng. .
When the recess exercises were over, Gu Yitong came over to her and muttered to her, "You see, the class next door keeps looking at your girl, so you have to be careful."
Song Ye glanced over and recognized the girl who had been staring at him from the stairs. The girl was standing at the back of the second class. She was tall and well-proportioned, with an oval face and willow-leaf eyebrows, and a very classical charm.
"who is she?"
Gu Yitong sneaked a glance at Meng Ziheng, lowered his voice and said, "Tong Bride, Mr. Meng prepared it for Ziheng."
Child Bride.
At first glance, these three words seem quite weird, like words that could only be used by the doormen of ancient mansions. However, if you think about it carefully, it is not strange that the old man of the Meng family has the same thoughts as the old antique.
Therefore, she raised her eyebrows. Was it because she was rejected by Meng Ziheng and was preparing to go dark and retaliate against society
Although Gu Yitong repeatedly emphasized that he could not move alone, Song Ye still took a turn and went to the toilet on the way back to class.
A figure followed closely behind him with a whooshing sound, and when he rounded the corner, he also chased after him, but was stopped in his tracks in an instant.
She has almond eyes, willow eyebrows, and a small cherry mouth. Even her long hair is tied up in a loose bun. A few strands of broken hair hang down to her chest, adding a bit of softness and elegance. From a close look, she looks more like she stepped out of a picture of a lady. Lady from aristocratic family.
It's a pity, "The heart is too ugly, and the beauty cannot hide it." Song Ye leaned against the white wall, looking at the stunned beauty in front of him and making a comment.
Fu Tong'er didn't expect to be caught on the spot. She originally wanted to find an excuse to escape, but she didn't want to be stabbed in the head by Song Ye.
"Song Ye, I'm looking for you because of Zi Heng's affairs. Your hurtful words are a bit too much." She frowned lightly, and even when she was angry, she had a look of care and concern.
Seeing her calm attitude, Song Ye couldn't help but give her a high look, "You are only allowed to hurt people, but I am not allowed to comment, haha..."
Fu Tong'er was startled, "I don't know what you are talking about? Don't spit on others."
She looked stern as if she had been wronged. If she were a man, she would still have some pity. Unfortunately, "You hide your appearance very well, but you can't hide your heart. I would like to advise you, if you want to keep it, Meng Ziheng, don't hurt others. If he likes you, he will naturally like you. If he doesn't like you, no matter how much you do, it will be useless." She is a woman who doesn't know how to show mercy to others, and she won't be vicious to someone who pushes her downstairs from behind. Women are polite.
This girl looks soft and weak, but the force she just gave her was quite strong.
Fu Tong'er thought that this was the first time she had encountered such a straightforward warning. She almost couldn't keep the calmness on her face, and even her smile was a bit stiff. "It seems that you understand Zi Heng very well. I'm with you." Zi Heng is a childhood sweetheart who grew up together. Even if he is not attracted to me, I will never let you ruin his future. Before you were with him, it was absolutely impossible. If you don't want the Meng family to deal with you, I advise you to leave as soon as possible. Ziheng."
Seeing her righteous words, Song Ye judged everything from the highest point of morality. He understood to some extent why Meng Ziheng didn't like this child bride. The conversation became a little boring. She stood up straight and said, "Then Let me tell you right now, Meng Ziheng and I are friends.”
That's all.
"Then you shouldn't appear next to him. Your identity and appearance will become a stain on him."