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Chapter 33: Brother and Abd Who Do You Want 3
The teacher often received calls from Song Mingxuan to ask his secretary to call for leave, saying that the teenager was not in good health and would not come to class to rest at home. It was okay once or twice, but the teacher couldn't help but also had a prejudice against Song Jinzhi. The child, although it looks thin and weak, but there is no genetic disease or serious illness, if it is weaker than a girl? No girl asks for leave as frequently as he does. The teacher repeatedly called back and said that he wanted to talk to the parents about the original school performance, but Song Mingxuan refused, saying that he didn't care about the children's learning, as long as the children went to school easily.
Under such circumstances, Song Mingxuan's pampering with him became an even worse one.
But this cannot be blamed on Song Jinzhi. He was in the period of depression treatment and recovery when he first came, and he was afraid of contact with the outside world, so he often stayed at home to receive Xia Xi's treatment, and he would return to most of his illness after he recovered. When he arrived at school, he had been isolated by everyone.
When Su Jinzhi entered the classroom, the students had just finished morning reading-Song Mingxuan directly called the teacher to make him sleep a little longer, so that the original body avoided early reading.
When other students saw that he had such privileges, it was even more uproar. Although the teacher blocked him back by saying "You are not satisfied with you, let your parents call me", but they are still mixed with envy and jealousy, and are cited by dissatisfaction. reconcile.
As soon as he stuffed his schoolbag into the desk space, the math class representative came over and knocked on his desk: "Song Jinzhi, hand in the homework, you will be the one in the class, hurry up, I have to hand it over to the teacher before class..."
"Homework?!" Su Jinzhi Question No. 1: "Why do I still have homework?"
One answered him: "Oh, I don't know, I haven't gone to work yet."
Su Jinzhi: "..."
The girl sitting behind Su Jinzhi poked Su Jinzhi’s shoulder with a pen, and whispered: "Jinzhi, if you don’t do it, I can lend you mine. I don’t have much homework. I can do it for you. It’s very fast. ."
Su Jinzhi’s tablemate immediately exploded upon hearing this: "Fuck, Lu Yuqi, do you like Song Jinzhi? Treat him so well!"
"Yan Rong, shut up!" The girl blushed and shouted angrily.
"Thank you, but no need." Su Jinzhi glanced at the neat stack of workbooks in the hands of the math class representative, sighed and said, "I didn't do it."
The girl heard the words with a nerdy "Oh" and did not speak again. The representative of the math class was a man, rolled her eyes to Su Jinzhi and left.
Su Jinzhi was very helpless when he first arrived at school. He took out his textbooks and planned to see what the senior high school students of this era have learned. According to his level, what grades should be maintained to achieve neither scumbag nor scumbag. Straight A student.
As a result, as soon as he opened the textbook, he saw a mosaic of white flowers.
Su Jinzhi asked: "On the 1st, it's almost 8 o'clock. Are you working? Tell me, I didn't bring the wrong book. This is my math textbook, right?"
"At work, you didn't bring the wrong book." Number One replied indifferently, "This is to prevent the host from collapsing, and the host does not need to study, just enjoy life with your heart."
Okay, he really is the little ancestor in this world.
Su Jinzhi lifted his chin and looked out the window, thinking that he might be dying in the giant prison of the school. He regretted not having promised Song Mingxuan to ask him for leave last night.
"Song Jinzhi, what are you looking at? There are flowers outside the window?" Before the class bell rang, the math teacher entered the classroom, checking the homework on the podium, and the math class representative went up to tell him that Su Jinzhi had not handed in his homework. As a result, he saw Su Jinzhi as soon as he looked up. Staring at the window, the other students are watching the textbook preview. Why is this kid like this? "Don't write homework? Did you learn everything you taught yesterday? OK, then get up and answer this question."
As the math teacher said, he raised his finger to the question written in advance on the blackboard.
Su Jinzhi was not surprised to see a mosaic.
Oh humiliation.
After a long silence, Lu Yuqi sitting behind him reminded him in a low voice: "Choose C..."
Yan Rong at the table was very dissatisfied, turned his head and frowned and said, "Why are you reminding him?"
"Students around you be quiet, I'm asking Su Jinzhi, not you." The math teacher knocked heavily on the blackboard and turned his attention to Su Jinzhi, "Song Jinzhi, what do you choose?"
Su Jinzhi pursed the corners of his lips, and said with difficulty: "Choose C..."
The math teacher continued: "You talk about the problem-solving process."
Su Jinzhi: "..."
There was another long silence in the classroom.
"Sit down, come to my office after school." The math teacher glared at him hatefully. "Let's open page 79 of the textbook..."
Su Jinzhi sat down in despair and said to No.1: "I think my IQ as a top student has been insulted."
One comforted him: "It doesn't matter, you are an ancestor, go home and sue Dad like yesterday."
Su Jinzhi squinted his eyes: "Number One, are you taking revenge on my collapse yesterday?"
Number One said: "No, the host thinks too much."
Su Jinzhi asked him: "Then what books can I read? I am bored now."
"Pull out the second book in the schoolbag." Number One said, "Song Jinzhi's language is good. The host can read classical Chinese and feel the wisdom of the ancient earth people."
No. 1 is telling the truth. originally studied liberal arts, and the scores of the 6 main subjects were more than 200 points. Among them, the language one accounted for more than 100 points, which is indeed very good. Su Jinzhi raised his eyebrows when he heard the words and took out the Chinese textbook to pass the time.
The break between two consecutive math classes is a large break, which is 25 minutes long. When the bell rang, the classmates in the classroom were reduced by half, and they probably all went to the cafeteria for breakfast. But his deskmate did not go, instead he took out his own lunch box from his bag and ate it.
The bento was very fragrant, so he easily caught Su Jinzhi's eyes.
Yan Rong couldn't stand it anymore. He put his chopsticks aside and said, "Song Jinzhi, did you not eat breakfast? Why do you always stare at me to eat?"
Before Su Jinzhi could answer, Lu Yuqi, who was sitting behind him, stood up: "Song Jinzhi...Did you not have breakfast? I'm going to the cafeteria, should I bring you something?"
"Fuck me, I'll give you the bento!" Yan Rong pushed the bento to Su Jinzhi's side as soon as he heard it, then turned to look at Lu Yuqi, "Qiqi, can you bring me something to eat?"
Lu Yuqi blushed again and scolded Yan Rong in anger, "You are crazy!"
Su Jinzhi said: "No, thank you, I have eaten at home."
Yan Rong said again: "That's right, Su Jinzhi doesn't come to the morning school every day. He must have breakfast at home."
"Oh..." Lu Yuqi replied in a low voice, "Then I will go by myself."
Su Jinzhi let out a random "um", closed the language documents, opened the draft for solving the problem and started drawing. After Lu Yuqi's back completely disappeared at the door of the classroom, Yan Rong bumped Su Jinzhi with his elbow: "Eh Song Jinzhi, what are you doing?"
Su Jinzhi raised his head and looked at him: "What happened to me?"
Yan Rong approached him mysteriously and lowered his voice: "Lv Yuqi likes you! Can't you tell?"
Su Jinzhidao: "I can see it, but I don't like her."
Yan Rong's expression immediately changed when he heard this, and he looked at him suspiciously, "Why? You wouldn't really..."
Su Jinzhi asked him: "What?"
Yan Rong refused to answer again: "It's nothing."
Su Jinzhi blew away the rubber crumbs and frowned gently: "If you don't like it, you don't like it. I don't feel anything for her..."
Yan Rong shook his head and shrugged, then turned to eat his lunch.
In the morning, there were only math and history classes, but no Chinese. After watching the mosaic for the whole morning, Su Jinzhi went to the legendary teacher's office. What's worse-the math teacher and his head teacher are in the same office.
"Song Jinzhi, take a look at what you are taking!" The math teacher threw the mid-term math test papers in front of Su Jinzhi. Which university can I get into with this score? I haven't listened to the lecture carefully in class..."
Su Jinzhi kept his head down, and was so bloodied by the math teacher that he didn't say a word. His head teacher, Zhan Lanshuang, also came over when he heard it. After seeing the red "12" on the math test paper, he shook his head helplessly and handed a report card to Su Jinzhi: "Look for your mother to sign and remember to write comments."
"I don't have a mother." Su Jinzhi finally said.
Zhan Lan doubled for a moment: "But every time I call your house, it's a woman—"
"That's my father's secretary..."
Zhan Lanshuang looked at the young man with a low head in front of her. She had a headache. She felt that she should take the time to do a home visit. After all, she is now in the third year of high school. The child was transferred to school halfway through. He didn’t know what was going on at home. His guardian does not seem to be qualified for the child's grades.
"Okay, let Dad sign, you go home first."
"Well, goodbye teacher."
Su Jinzhi held the terrible report card and returned to the classroom. The classroom was empty. The bloody sunset shined through the window into the classroom, rendering a sense of loneliness and emptiness. He walked to the second row of tables by the window. Then, picking up his schoolbag and stepping on his own shadow, walked to the gate of the school, but the black car that was always parked there to wait for him to leave school was not there today.
Su Jinzhi went around a few times and found that Shi Jun was really not here and then took out his mobile phone and called him.
On the other end of the phone, Shi Jun was also very surprised: "But the young master said that he will come to pick you up today, so I won't pick you up.
Su Jinzhi was silent for a while, and said: "Maybe my brother forgot, come pick me up."
Shi Jun said, "Yes, Master, I'll be here soon."
Song Yingchu was not at home and did not come back for dinner. Su Jinzhi ate dinner alone and took a shower. After taking a shower, Su Jinzhi lay on the table and wrote the homework assigned by the teacher today. After the hand of the wall clock pointed to "10", he changed into pajamas and sat down on the stairs with his report card.
Every place in the house was covered with thick carpets, and people cleaned it every day, and the weather was not cold, Su Jinzhi sat down in peace, only to sit there not long after Song Yingchu’s stupid dog raised. No came out, and sat down on the same floor as him.
Su Jinzhi moved aside, and it moved with it.
"You are a silly dog." Su Jinzhi grabbed its ears and pointed at it.
Su Jinzhi was licked in the next instant.
His face changed drastically, and he suddenly remembered the scene he saw this stupid dog licking his stool on the lawn during the day.
So when Song Yingchu came back, he couldn't help laughing when he saw the two staring at each other in black and white.
He originally planned to pick up Su Jinzhi this afternoon, but after he finished his work, he suddenly remembered that he still had a meal to go by tonight. In addition, the idea of picking up the teenager from school was just a whim. He didn't even think about it. No, he will call Shi Jun anyway. But at this moment, seeing the boy who has not slept so late, it seems that he is sitting here waiting for him to go home. It is worthwhile for Song Yingchu to turn down his girlfriend's request to invite him to stay overnight.
As soon as the boy saw him coming back, he immediately stood up from the ground, looked at him with his hands behind his back and looked at him admiringly. He wanted to go up but didn't dare to go up: "Brother, brother, you are back..."
Song Yingchu walked to him and raised his hand to touch his head: "I'm still up at this late, waiting for my brother to come back?"
"No..." The boy tilted his head slightly, avoiding his hand, "I'm waiting for Dad to come back."
Song Yingchu was taken aback for a moment, and his brows frowned: "Dad? How could he be back tonight? He won't be until next month—"
"But I called my dad yesterday." The young man raised his head, looking at him with faint tea-colored pupils, "Dad said he will be back today..."
"Have you still called Dad?" Song Yingchu's expression suddenly fell cold when he heard this, and he sneered, "It's almost 11 o'clock, and Dad won't be back today."
The boy seemed very disappointed, lowered his head and muttered to himself: "But...Dad won't lie to me..."
Listening to Su Jinzhi's words, Song Yingchu wanted to laugh three times, and said he wouldn't lie to you? Song Mingxuan has always been lying to you. He was about to say this, but his eyes swept to a blank sheet of paper that the boy had placed on the stairs. He picked it up and looked at the boy's mid-term transcript-Chinese: 101, Mathematics: 12, English: 42, History : 20, Politics: 26, Geography: 18... The test paper with a total score of 750, did he score so much? This result is even worse than the transcript he signed last time.
"Your grades are still so bad." Song Yingchu immediately got angry. He took out the signature pen he brought with him, "You want me to sign it again?" In the past, the transcripts of teenagers were signed by him. He thought This time too.
But as soon as the boy heard what he said, he immediately took a step forward to grab the report card and hid it behind him: "Dad will be back... The teacher said that this report card must be signed by Dad."
"Then you just keep waiting here, and don't come to me for signing in the future." Song Yingchu really didn't smile at all this time, he put the pen away, coldly dropped this sentence and turned and left. He raised it. The silly dog ran away with him.
"brother……"
Seeing that Song Yingchu didn't look back, Su Jinzhi pretended to shout twice before sitting down on the stairs again, patted his butt, looked at his name at the end of the class's tail, and sighed, lying on his knees and continuing to wait for Song Mingxuan.
Time is gradually approaching the wee hours of the morning, and the darkness and cold of the night finally enveloped the entire city at this moment.
There was no sound outside the house, and there was no sound inside. Song Mingxuan turned up the stairs. As soon as he raised his eyes, he saw the young man leaning against the wall asleep—he tilted his head against the wall, with one leg bent and his knee hugged on his chest. Before, the other leg was slightly stretched forward, reaching a step below, and the plush slippers on the feet fell further, completely exposing the owner's white instep.
Obviously knowing that the heavy carpet in the room can dispel any sound, but Song Mingxuan slowed down and gently stepped forward to pick up the young man’s plush slippers, half-kneeled in front of the young man, held his feet and covered him for a while before giving him a cover. Go up, then stretched out your hand to hug him horizontally, and walked towards the boy's bedroom. During the period, the teenagers were very well-behaved and let him hold him motionless. Only when he put him on the bed, he curled up slightly and dropped a blank sheet of paper from his belly.
Song Mingxuan pulled the quilt on the boy and covered him, shaved his face with his fingers, and then sat on the edge of his bed to turn on the bedside lamp and look at the white paper.
"Really a silly boy..."
Finding the youngest son’s name at the end of the class, Song Mingxuan shook his head amusedly, took out a signature pen and wrote his name in the column of the parents, and then wrote in the comments: The test is great, and I hope not to be arrogant. ,make persistent efforts.
When Su Jinzhi was awakened by the alarm clock the next day and found himself lying in bed, he instantly understood that he had missed a great opportunity to save Song Mingxuan, but as long as Song Mingxuan came back, it was easy to talk together. Thinking about this, Su Jinzhi got up and washed quickly. , As a result, when I was packing my schoolbag, I saw the transcript that had been signed by the man and placed on the table.
He walked over and took a look, and immediately sighed: "Oh, my dad really dare to write anything. This is too untrue."
No.1 glanced at it, and then commented: "It's just a series of nonsense."
Su Jinzhi immediately retorted him: "You are not allowed to say that to my dad."
Number 1: "..."
Su Jinzhi carefully put this white paper into his schoolbag, and then messed up his neatly dressed clothes. After half of the zipper was torn off, he carried the schoolbag and rushed to the door.
Downstairs, Song Mingxuan and Song Yingchu sat opposite each other, silent at the dining table. The familiar face was still beautiful, with deep and well-defined features, slender and powerful fingers tapping on the table elegantly, hearing his movement downstairs. The man turned his head and looked at him. At the moment he met his sight, Su Jinzhi felt that he seemed to have stopped, and he seemed to continue to walk forward. He raised his head and looked back at the man—his pupils were pitch black like needles, wrapped in the gray moving around. , Like a pool of stagnant water that hasn't changed for thousands of years, no matter how the outside world changes, there will never be any waves there, like the scene when he first saw Qin Yezhou.
For a moment, Su Jinzhi felt that the man sitting here was Qin Yezhou, Feng Jiuli, Jiang Lishan, and Song Mingxuan.
But after that, the man smiled softly at him, and his eyes, which were as deep as midnight, were stained with scorching brilliance. He beckoned, his low voice was like a seductive sea monster in the sea. Bewitched him step by step into the deep sea of death.
He said, "Jinzhi has gotten up, come over for breakfast, and later Dad will send you to school."
This face was so familiar at times, he didn't even feel strange.
Su Jinzhi was stunned for a while. Any thoughts and strategies that had been formed in his mind were shattered at this moment, his body seemed to be controlled by a man, and he sat on a chair listening to his words.
"Why did you come down without your clothes?" Song Mingxuan looked at his messy clothes and sighed. While putting milk and bread in front of him, he raised his hand to zip up his collar and arrange his collar. "I want to see Dad so much. ,Ok?"
The side of the man's head came over, and the prolonged tail sound spurted from the tip of his nose with a hot breath on Su Jinzhi's bare skin, terribly confusing.
Su Jinzhi was a little ashamed at this moment, stretched out his hand to take a piece of bread and chewed it carefully, and made a soft "um".
Song Yingchu seemed to be unable to see that the two of them were so close, put the coffee cup in his hand heavily, and ate the sausage on the plate with a silver fork.
Su Jinzhi asked him: "Didn't brother go for a walk in the dark today?"
Curly black is the name of the black Belgian Sheepdog, because it has black hairs on its head that are always curled up, so Song Yingchu gave it this name.
"Your brother has something to do today. He will go to the company with me later, so he didn't go walking the dog." Song Mingxuan answered Su Jinzhi's question for Song Yingchu.
When the man said that, Su Jinzhi realized that Song Yingchu did not wear the casual clothes he used to walk the dog, but changed into a crisp gray-black suit with two buttons, with a luxurious and expensive watch on his wrist, and all the broken hair on the forehead. Stroke back, revealing an already handsome and cold face, looking at the man sitting in front of him by five or six points.
Su Jinzhi held the milk cup and drank slowly, looking at Song Yingchu from the corner of his eye.
Seeing that he had been staring at Song Yingchu, Song Mingxuan glanced at the boy lightly, and said, "Is full?"
"Yeah." Su Jinzhi put down the milk cup and looked at Song Mingxuan again, staring at him shiningly.
For some reason, he looked at the exquisite and delicious food in front of him quite appetizing, but his body did not feel much hunger. After eating a piece of bread and drinking a glass of milk, he was full.
Song Mingxuan met the bright eyes of the young man, curled his lips slightly, and picked up his schoolbag: "Let's go, Dad will send you to class."
Su Jinzhi hurriedly followed. For some unknown reason, an inexplicable joy slowly grew in his heart. This joy enveloped him and made his heart beat faster and faster until he was at school.
"Dad let me learn to pick you up, Jinzhi goodbye." Song Mingxuan got out of the car and opened the door for Su Jinzhi, and then took out the help from the passenger seat Su Jinzhi on his back, and told him carefully like taking care of a minor child, "What's the matter? Call Dad if it matters."
"Well, goodbye, dad." Su Jinzhi dragged the strap of the schoolbag with both hands, lowered his head and said softly.
Song Mingxuan patted him on the shoulder and said with a smile: "Go, class is about to begin."
The smile on his face remained until the youth’s back entered the teaching building before disappearing, and then returned to the driver’s seat expressionlessly, looking forward with a gloomy gaze, and took out his mobile phone to call Xia Xi: "Hey, Dr. Xia, right..."