Compared to her eldest brother, who was vigorous and resolute, coming and going as fast as the wind, Song Ye looked a bit like a little girl at this moment. Although it was very uncharacteristic, the events tonight were so weird that she had to stand at the door and look into the distance. Looking in the direction where the car exhaust disappeared, I fell into deep thought for a long time.
The suit jacket still has the smell of tobacco that men are accustomed to, and it is mixed with the coldness of the night and rushes into her mind. The medal on her chest is heavy, like someone's hot heart hanging on her. heart.
Qin Zhan came back specially for her and accompanied her to eat, go shopping and watch movies. All these kindnesses were too obvious, so obvious that it made people feel heavy.
"Major General..." She rubbed the medal under her hand and murmured.
He was promoted to the rank of major general at the age of twenty-six. This should be the first person in the history of Z country. No wonder the Han family did not hesitate to use the trick of getting on the bus first and then paying for the ticket to tie up Qin Zhan. Maybe even the Qin family is eager to do so now. Begging Qin Zhan to go back and inherit the family business.
But this news may not be a good thing for Song Ye.
She has no intention of becoming an enemy of Qin Zhan, but in fact the probability of the outcome of this confrontation is very high. The higher the opponent's position and the greater his power, the more danger Song Ye will face.
After wiping her stiff face in the cold wind, Song Ye turned around and walked into the house. At that moment, she was in a state of confusion.
When the class came to school as usual on Monday, the head teacher called Song Ye into the office very amiably. Compared to the cold eyebrows at the beginning of the school year, the attitude of the female head teacher now was flattering and dog-legged.
"Song Ye, are you feeling better? Why is your face still ugly? Do you need to rest for a few more days? Don't study too hard..." Balabala, ten minutes after Song Ye walked into the office, he was greeted by the head teacher's concern for ten minutes.
"Teacher, what's the matter?" In the end, Song Ye couldn't bear it anymore, rubbed his forehead with a headache, and interrupted her nagging.
"Oh, I heard that your calligraphy is very good. There is a competition in the school. I hope you can participate. Of course, it is best to invite classmate Meng Ziheng to participate." The head teacher suddenly turned serious, maybe because he felt that the preparation in front was perfect enough, so When it comes to business, I don't feel sloppy or shy at all.
Of course, Song Ye also caught the key point in a second, "I remember that Meng Ziheng did not participate in any competitions."
"Yes." The head teacher's face was tense, and he looked at Song Ye with a pleading look, his voice dropped eight degrees, "So, I hope you can help me tell you, this competition is very important." The key is, the first Both the first and second place winners will receive bonuses for the class teacher.
After all, Song Ye had lived for thirty years. She could see through the head teacher's thoughts at a glance, so she maintained a cold and paralyzed face and asked calmly: "Teacher, do you think I'm easier to talk to?"
In the middle of winter, the head teacher shivered violently, feeling that the temperature in the office had dropped a little lower. "You are roommates, and it would be nice to go out and compete together as a companion, isn't it?" She tried to use her pure and innocent words. Reasons to convince the other party.
Helpless, "Teacher, don't worry. Wherever I go, I don't have the habit of going to the toilet hand in hand with my classmates?" So, companionship or something like that doesn't attract me.
Song Ye's lack of food and salt almost made the class teacher so angry that he almost exploded with anger. However, considering that the other party was still his cash cow, he couldn't be too tough. In the end, he could only respectfully let him go, scratching his heart and lungs in frustration.
A young master of the Meng family didn't dare to offend himself, but now he can't even handle a top student from a small place.
As a class teacher, I just feel that I have no love in life.
Back in the classroom, Song Ye didn't mention the matter to Meng Ziheng at all, and just flipped through the textbooks as usual.
Until the afternoon, Wang Qianqian and Gu Yitong walked in from outside, their mouths were so raised that they could lift a hot water bottle.
"What's wrong?" Fang Ye asked seriously as he looked at the Huantuo duo. There was no way, the other three guys were all pretending to be big names, so he could only show his love for his classmates.
As soon as she received attention, Wang Qianqian immediately felt aggrieved. Her mouth was like a machine gun and she said, "It's not that Fu Tong'er. This time she was named by the teacher to participate in the calligraphy competition, so she was yelling outside, and her support group was released. Rumor has it that Song Ye's wild cursive work is simply a copy of his work, and he couldn't have written anything else. Although she didn't say the words, everyone can see that she deliberately condoned it."
Gu Yitong on the side nodded repeatedly. As a boy, he cannot speak ill of girls, so Wang Qianqian is his best spokesperson at the moment.
It's like a close friend.
Hearing this, even Le Mingyu muttered, "I really didn't realize that Fu Tong'er is so vicious." In the past, they had a good impression of this outstanding child bride of the Meng family. They felt that the little girl was dedicated, gentle and virtuous, and she was very suitable for Meng Ziheng. .
As a result, a plate of wine hit Song Ye at the banquet that day, which also destroyed everyone's goodwill.
"I will handle this matter. Song Ye, I have caused trouble for you." Meng Ziheng frowned and took responsibility consciously.
Song Ye shook his head and didn't care much, "If you can't make any splashes, don't worry about it."
Wang Qianqian sighed, as if the emperor was not in a hurry to kill the eunuch, "Song Ye, please give me some snacks. There are not only girls in those support groups, but also some extreme flower protectors. They can attack people with their fists and kicks, and they can also trick people with rumors." Drowned." This finally put an end to the rumors about Song Ye's sugar daddy. Now Fu Tong'er was provoked again, and it really couldn't stop for a moment.
"Who says I don't care anymore?" Song Ye stared at the textbook, but responded calmly, "I also participated in the calligraphy competition."
By then, whether her wild grass is a copy and whether she has the strength, won't everything be broken? So Song Ye was really not worried at all.
Several people at the table were stunned. They had never heard that Song Ye was participating in the competition. No, Song Ye didn't even mention it.
"Why haven't I heard you say that?" Meng Ziheng also put down his book and looked over sideways, with an inquiring look in his eyes.
"Huh? Is it important?" Song Ye moved his eyes and read the next page. He really didn't take the game seriously.
Meng Ziheng was choked and suddenly had nothing to say. He knew that this man was cold-tempered, so he didn't blame him too much. He stood up and walked out of the classroom.
When the bell rang, the head teacher strode into the classroom with a smile brighter than the sunshine outside and announced: "Two students in our class have enthusiastically signed up for this calligraphy competition. The teacher is very pleased. Then, I wish Song Ye and Meng Ziheng in our class a successful start, and the teacher is waiting for your good news."
With a bang, the classroom exploded.