Return after rebirth: The devil who helps his brother becomes the devil who kills his brother

Song Pan'er really didn't remember this person, so when she returned to school after dinner and met Song Zhihao in the corridor who was also returning to school, Song Pan'er passed him by without any reaction.

Song Zhihao's hand that was about to say hello froze in mid-air, and his excited and hot heart felt as if a basin of cold water had been poured on it, making it feel cold.

I was too busy on the first day of school, so this elementary school girl didn't remember me. It's definitely not because I'm not handsome enough, I'm just a prostitute.

After waiting for two minutes, he regained his confidence, quickly locked the door, and chased after him on his bicycle.

Song Zhihao pedaled his bicycle quickly and caught up with Song Paner who had already walked out of the community.

"Ahem, um, hello, school girl, do you still remember me?" Song Zhihao stood on one foot and struck a pose that he thought was cool.

Song Pan'er looked at the strange boy standing in front of her, recalling quickly in her mind, and finally smiled awkwardly, "Excuse me, who are you?"

Fortunately, Song Zhihao was mentally prepared, "I am the senior who registered you that day. Let's get to know each other again. My name is Song Zhihao."

Song Zhihao? Song Pan'er was in a bad mood, and the name instantly reminded her of Song Zhigang.

"Haha, hello, hello, my name is Song Pan'er." She responded politely, and Song Pan'er neatly walked around him and continued walking forward.

"Hey~ Junior sister, are you going back to school? I'll take you on my bike!"

"Look how close we are, your surname is Song, my surname is Song, we are both surnamed Song, we were the same family hundreds of years ago! Haha"

Song Zhihao followed up on his bicycle, swaying in circles around Song Pan'er.

Song Pan'er hated the cold so much that she complained crazily in her heart. It's possible that they are from the same family. Judging from your name, you should be my uncle.

Why are you hanging around me? The name is annoying and the person is unpleasant. Song Pan'er didn't answer his words and walked into the campus in silence.

Song Zhihao kept talking nonsense all the way, but he was not embarrassed when Song Pan'er didn't speak. He followed her to the downstairs of the dormitory shamelessly, and then waved goodbye like an acquaintance, "School girl, let's go home together next time~".

Song Pan'er shook her head and thought he was just a passerby with some schizophrenia.

After the military training, normal classes begin. Different from the busyness and tension of high school, university classes are lively and free.

Of course, this is for Song Paner.

For students with lofty dreams and pursuits, Peking University is full of pressure and competition. The joy of being admitted to Peking University has slowly faded away. In this place where provincial and municipal champions gather, no one will think that they are more talented than others and rich in academics.

Standing up to eat and standing in line to endorse books are commonplace. The young lovers on campus are not talking about love, but about calculus, international disputes, and even the progress of lunar exploration.

But in this kind of campus atmosphere, there are always some independent pedestrians, and Song Pan'er is one of them.

In the first half of the semester, she followed the instructions of her high school teacher and ensured adequate sleep every day. If there is a class, go to it. If there is no class, take her breasts out to play. In less than half of the semester, the grandfather and grandson visited various tourist attractions in Beijing.

It could be said that she was not doing her job properly and was greedy for pleasure. She did gain a lot of knowledge during this period of play.

Moreover, she searched through the entrepreneurship books in the library but could not find any money-making ideas suitable for her. She found it while playing.

She plans to open an optical shop.

It was at the Capital Museum that she met a mother and son, and overheard their conversation, and she suddenly had an idea.

Mom: "There is an introduction above. You read it and then tell it to your mother."

Son: "I can't see clearly."

Mom: "The prescription of the glasses is too small again? Hey~ It's 180 again. It's really expensive. I only need to change a pair every half a year."

Myopia glasses are so common on campus that Song Paner even ignored them.

She had seen advertisements for wholesale frames and lenses in the wholesale market, and the prices were horribly low.

The business of myopia glasses has great potential, so Song Paner is eager to do it as soon as he thinks of it.

Since arriving in Beijing, her plan to stock up on houses has been put on hold for a long time. It's not that she doesn't want to hoard, but because she has no money!

The family's monthly fixed income is now more than 10,000 yuan. Even if she and her grandmother do not spend any money, they will have to save for at least five years if they want to buy a house in Beijing.

Seeing that house prices are getting more and more expensive, Song Paner is really anxious! When will her good life as a charter mother come true?

Now that she had discovered that glasses were a product that was not only hugely profitable but also sold in high volumes, she immediately started selling them.

But before going to start business, she had to solve the immediate trouble first.

Ever since he learned that Song Pan'er also lived in Weixiu Garden, Song Zhihao had met by chance every now and then. He didn't say anything excessive, it was all about learning experiences and his life plan.

Song Pan'er couldn't say anything, after all, she didn't do anything wrong.

But this time it was different. I don’t know what Song Zhihao told his grandma. The old lady who claimed to be a descendant of the Qing Dynasty actually came to propose marriage.

When Song Pan'er heard the mention of her breasts, her jaw almost dropped.

"Nai, didn't you say I'm not an adult yet?"

Mrs. Qian was also speechless. Usually we can get along with this old lady, but she really didn't realize that when it came to doing practical things, her mind was like a bandage, she was so stubborn and scary.

"Yes! But what did she say? You are so anxious at your age that you could have gotten married before."

"A hairpin? A duck?" Song Pan'er was amused by her breasts, but immediately took it back and asked worriedly: "Did she really say that if you don't agree, she will let others exclude you?"

Mrs. Qian took a sip and said, "Listen to her bragging, this person is just mentally ill."

"Listen to what she thinks, and she asks you to obey the four virtues when you get married. Bah! Old coffin lady, what the hell do you want to eat?"

Mrs. Qian was scolded so hard that Song Pan'er felt a little heavy.

Being a landowner is no joke. If your old neighbors were to gang up on you as a foreigner, how miserable would you be living here?

Song Pan'er temporarily gave up her plan to find a store and went to the boys' dormitory to find Song Zhihao instead.

She didn't know which dormitory Song Zhihao lived in, so she directly asked the dormitory supervisor. After the dormitory supervisor asked about five or six people, someone finally knew which dormitory he lived in and enthusiastically helped Song Paner call someone.

"Elementary school girl, you, you are here!" Song Zhihao changed his previous cheeky attitude and actually looked a little shy today.

Ignoring his abnormality, Song Pan'er got straight to the point, "Do you know about your milk going to my house?"

Song Zhihao pushed his eyes uncomfortably and said in a voice as thin as a mosquito or fly, "I know, I know."

Song Pan'er: "Then I am a minor, did you know?"

Song Zhihao: "Yes, we can... get engaged first."

"I'll go~" Song Pan'er almost choked to death at his words and cursed.

"I can't afford to be as high as you, a royal family member, so when we meet in the future, just pretend that we don't know you!"

"Also, let me tell you, if she dares to bully my grandma, I will publish it in the newspaper and publicize her as a remnant of feudalism to the people of Beijing, so that she, a descendant of the gege, can show her face."

After saying that, he stared at Song Zhihao with cold eyes.