I will die early and cannon fodder. I will enjoy great blessings after marrying a sick man.

Tan Wan shook her head and said, "What's so hard about this? Aren't Xiao Zhan and Xiao Sheng being taken care of by you now?"

Song Zhan and Song Sheng are now in the second year of junior high school. Since the two brothers entered junior high school, Tan Wan has handed over the brothers' affairs to Song Manman.

The main reason was that Tan Wan lived in the military district’s family compound, which was too far away from Song Shi’s school, and it was sometimes inconvenient to get there.

"There are too many things to take care of with junior high school students. It takes a lot of energy to take care of these little guys."

Hearing Song Manman's words, Tan Wan shook her head in disapproval and said, "I don't agree with this. Junior high school students face the pressure of going to high school, and the effort they put in is no less than taking care of these little guys. Besides, I'm still waiting for you to train two students from Tsinghua University and Peking University for me!"

"Third sister-in-law, please stop flattering me because I am a family member. Xiaoyi and his friends were able to get into Tsinghua University and Peking University mostly because of their own efforts."

"Alright, alright, let's stop saying these polite words and stay for lunch together. Your third brother has been complaining for a long time that he hasn't had a meal with everyone."

"I won't shirk this with my third sister-in-law."

......

After sending Xiaojuzi and the others away, Song Zhan and Song Sheng also started school.

Early in the morning, Song Manman pulled the two out of bed, handed them the ironed school uniforms, and shouted, "Xiao Zhan, Sheng Sheng, get up quickly, you're going to be late for school."

Compared to his older brother Song Zhan, his younger brother Song Sheng is much calmer. After hearing Song Manman's call, he instantly got up from the bed and quickly put on his clothes.

"Little aunt."

Although the fourteen-year-old boy was not tall, he was much taller than Song Manman. His neat crew cut made Song Sheng's already stern face look even more fierce.

"Hurry up and eat breakfast, we have to report to school soon."

When Song Sheng had just taken two bites of breakfast, Song Zhan appeared from outside the door with a messy hair.

Unlike Song Sheng who has a neat crew cut for the sake of neatness, Song Zhan is particularly fashionable and keeps his hair a little long, slightly covering his eyelids. It is the most popular fluffy middle-parted hair.

Perhaps because he pays more attention to his image on a daily basis, Song Zhan's hair looks particularly soft, and Song Manman couldn't help but grab a handful of it.

"Is your hair a little long? Do you want to get it cut later?"

Hearing Song Manman's words, Song Zhan quickly protected his hair and said, "No, aunt, I just like this hairstyle, it looks good."

"Okay, okay, if you like it, just keep it!"

Song Manman didn't necessarily have to cut his hair. As long as it didn't affect her children's life or study, she generally didn't care what hairstyle their children had.

After all, she had suffered this persecution before. When she was in junior high school in her previous life, the school required all girls to cut their hair short, which made them look extremely ugly.

Because she had been caught in the rain before, Song Manman didn't want to tear the child's umbrella.

The junior high school founded by Song Shi had dormitories. Song Zhan and Song Sheng also chose to live on campus and usually went home only once every two weeks.

After sending Song Zhan and Song Sheng to school, the house became completely quiet. It was so quiet that you could hear a pin drop.

Tao Shaoshao was lying on the sofa, unable to help but let herself go, saying, "It's really boring!"