What should I do if Quick Transmigration is downgraded?

Chapter 383 The "poor little boy" with heart disease 23
Fu Shen has never hated the Golden Finger of the Interstellar Alliance so much. Although she knows it is to be logical and not violate the laws of the world, it is too useless for her now to heal the inside but not the outside.
She wanted to work part-time with Ren Qingsong, and it could even be said that she had to go.

She didn't have to ask about the reason for Ren Qingsong's part-time job, but she couldn't accept it if he didn't take her with him.

"Brother, since you're going to work part-time, aren't you afraid that I'll have any accidents at school?" Shui Liang's eyes looked at Ren Qingsong, and the eyelashes were soaked by the bright light as soon as they blinked, as if they had been painted with a layer of transparent nail polish. , still glowing brightly.

Why is he not afraid, Ren Qingsong stretched out his hand to hold her in his arms, bent down and buried his head in her neck, smelling her body.

They all used the same bottle of shower gel, but the one on her body smelled better.

Fu Qiao touched Ren Qingsong's thin back, and asked aggrievedly: "Brother, why do you want to work part-time? Is it because of me..."

"I'm not going," Ren Qingsong responded quickly, holding Fu Qiao's face in his hands, and kissing him reverently.

The bright spring sun outside the window shone on the two of them, giving them a hazy golden light. The figures on the floor overlapped and overlapped, lingering endlessly.

When they stopped separating, the eyes of the sweet-mouthed boy sparkled, and the shadow of the girl was reflected in the pupils. The girl's brows were affectionate, and every breath, every breath, was a silent temptation to him.

It would be his, he was in a hurry.

"Brother," Xu Shi had kissed just now, and there was a soft charm in Fu Qiao's voice. When she was not speaking, her red lips were slightly parted and breathing, and his smell still remained on the two lips, "I I don't object to you taking a part-time job, but I hope you can take me with you, even if I don't do anything, I will watch you by the side, and I don't want to be separated from you."

Even if it's just a minute or a second.

Fu Shen felt that he had fallen, completely trapped in Ren Qingsong's gentle tolerance. He silently turned into air, surrounded her, and then entered her nasal cavity, entered her body, and became neatly aligned with her. The earth became a part of her and became an addiction she couldn't quit.

Ren Qingsong pressed against her forehead, the tip of his nose touched her, his eyes fixed on her, he panted lightly, his hands holding her face tightened slightly, as if he was suppressing something.

"I'm not going, I'll stay with you." He tilted his head slightly again, staggered with the tip of her nose, and their lips were touching. The breath he exhaled was mixed together, with the crisp and light smell of him and her rich and sweet fragrance. The smell of the sun spreads and lingers in this room.

"Yiyi, grow up quickly."

This is the first time that Ren Qingsong urged Fu He to grow up quickly after her 15th birthday.

In the past, Ren Qingsong was always fortunate that he was two years older than Fu Kai, that he could help her walk and teach her to speak when she was young, and that he could stand by her side when she encountered difficulties, that he could witness her growth, and that he could know She grew up, but now, Ren Qingsong finally understands what is good and bad.

He couldn't wait for another year, and Fu Qiao had three years left, so how could he wait.

As soon as spring passes and summer begins, the senior students usher in an important moment in their high school careers - subject classification.

This was nothing to Fu Che and Ren Qingsong. They had made up their minds to study science from the very beginning, and they didn't have so many entanglements in front of several subjects.

But for those who have gone through one and a half semesters of study and found that their advantages in liberal arts are greater than those in science, that period of time is a struggle for them.

In the default concept, science is always better than liberal arts. In their minds before, they also had a firm idea of ​​studying science, but they had to bow their heads in the face of the facts.

No one is willing to gamble their future on a score that may rise.

"Yiyi, what subject did you and Ren Qingsong choose? Are you still in class one?" Jiang Qiu leaned over and asked, since the first parent-teacher meeting at the school, her mother had been nagging at her about Fu Qiao and Ren Qingsong all day long. How wonderful, how reassuring, and told her to play with them more when she had time.

For the pocket money her mother had promised her, Jiang Qiu would come to Fu Shen from time to time to chat with her, soaking up their aura of being a top student. Over time, Jiang Qiu also fell in love with Fu Shen, a poor person with a poor background. Classmates with excellent grades often come to Fu Shen to chat.

Don't ask her why Ren Qingsong's grades are sometimes better than Fu Kai's, but she doesn't chat with Ren Qingsong. If you ask her, Ren Qingsong ignores all the girls except Fu Kai, and even in front of girls who insist on important things to chat with him. Become deaf in seconds.

"Well, we're in the same class, are you there too?" Fu Shu took the water glass handed to him by Ren Qingsong behind him and took a sip with his eyes narrowed.

The first class is a science class, which was clearly stated by the school at the beginning of the school year. Ninth Middle School emphasizes science. If science students choose to study liberal arts now, they can only start with ordinary classes and wait until the end of the second year of high school. There will be a liberal arts rocket class.

Although the teaching qualification level changed from advanced to upper-middle in just one semester, there is no guarantee that this will not affect their whole life, so they must not be sloppy in choosing subjects.

Jiang Qiu scratched his short ear-length hair boredly, with a tangled face and helplessness in his tone, "I don't know, my total score in liberal arts is about the same as that in science. Physics, it has not been decided yet.”

Other cities are implementing the 3+x model, but City R has been silent for a long time, but even if there is movement, it doesn't matter to her now.

"Personally, I think it's better to choose science. Liberal arts is a bit difficult to memorize, and my hands hurt when I wrote the test questions." Fu Shu gave his own opinion.

"You can still write until your hands are sore?" Jiang Qiu felt that he was shocked. As expected of a person whose name is on the liberal arts and sciences grade list, he still has the experience of writing questions until his hands are sore. Unlike her, who is not able to take exams When writing the questions, in order to make the answers look less sparse, I had to scratch my head to come up with some words to make up the word count.

Qu Yun, who was not far away from them, heard Fu Shen's words to stay in Class [-], and glanced in her direction with unpredictable eyes. Ren Qingsong was still writing questions as usual after class, with his pen drawn by his head. Holding it in your hand, you rarely stop.

They are about to separate, should she give it a try?
Qu Yun was startled by the thoughts in her mind. She didn't even notice that the water cup was full. It wasn't until the hot water overflowed and burned her hands that she returned her attention and looked at the overflowing water cup and the scalded hand. The reddish hand was in a daze.

It's just a failure. Hasn't she failed too few times in so many years?
Her eyes were incomprehensible, the corners of her mouth twitched slightly, she walked out of the classroom door and poured all the hot water into the bushes.

Then try it.

(End of this chapter)