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Song Qingwu said embarrassedly, "Auntie, this is too rich, thank you Auntie!"

While eating, Zhang Jia's mother picked up some food for Song Qingwu and asked, "Are Qingwu and our Xiaojia good friends?"

Zhang Jia was immediately unhappy when she heard this, "Mom, how can you ask such a question? If Qingwu and I were not good friends, would I invite Qingwu to my home? Qingwu is my best friend."

Zhang Jia's mother chuckled, "I'm asking because I've never seen Qingwu before. Qingwu, don't be restrained. Just pick up whatever you want to eat."

Song Qingwu blushed and said, "Thank you, Auntie!"

Zhang Jia said coquettishly, "Mom, please stop talking to Qingwu. I tell you, Qingwu has a very good eating habit. She basically doesn't talk much. If you keep talking to her, it won't be good for her to talk back, and it won't be good for her not to talk back either."

When Zhang Jia's mother heard this, she said, "Do you still know that it is a good habit not to talk while eating? Look at you, you keep smacking your lips."

Judging from the tone of her daughter's voice, she does have a close relationship with Song Qingwu. Zhang Jia's mother also secretly likes her. Which parent would not like such a good child?

After dinner, Zhang Jia poured a cup of hot water for Song Qingwu, and Zhang Jia's mother went to the kitchen to wash the dishes.

Zhang Jia's house has four bedrooms and two living rooms, which is much more spacious than the small house that Song Qingwu rented, which has one bedroom, one living room, one kitchen and one bathroom.

After washing the dishes, Zhang Jia's mother walked out of the kitchen and said with a smile, "Qingwu, sit down first, and Auntie will cut a watermelon."

It has to be said that Zhang Jia's mother was really too enthusiastic, which made Song Qingwu feel grateful but also a little restrained.

Zhang Jia said, "Qingwu, you brought your schoolbag with you, so why don't you just study at my house tonight. If I have any questions, I can ask you."

Zhang Jia's mother heard this and said hesitantly, "Okay, but this will cause too much trouble for Qingwu. And it will be too late for Qingwu to come home at night. Isn't that a bad idea?"

Zhang Jia said with a smile, "It's not a problem. Qingwu said that I can ask her any questions I have, and Qingwu lives in our neighborhood, so it won't be a problem even if she comes back late."

"Qingwu also lives in this community?" Zhang Jia's mother was very surprised.

"Yes, Auntie, I live in Building 16. Every night after school, I walk back home with Jiajia and Yaoyao." Song Qingwu answered Zhang Jia's mother softly.

Zhang Jia's mother glanced at Zhang Jia and said, "You have a good friend like Qingwu, and you live in the same neighborhood, why have you never brought Qingwu to your home to play before?

Qingwu, then just study here tonight, and your aunt will take you back later.

In the future, when you have Sundays off, come to Auntie’s house more often to play.”

As soon as Zhang Jia saw her mother's expression, she knew that her best friend had scored full marks with her mother and she could bring her home to play anytime in the future. At the same time, she felt a little too proud of herself because she had such a perfect best friend.

"Then you can go to the study room to study. Auntie will cut the watermelon and bring it to you later."

Entering the study room, Zhang Jia took out her books and started studying. Song Qingwu sat next to her and took out a book of Mathematical Olympiad questions from her schoolbag and started doing them.

Zhang Jia felt like he didn't understand anything at the end of the day.

Fortunately, Song Qingwu is by my side.

Before her rebirth, Song Qingwu had developed the habit of patiently answering questions asked by classmates and helping them solve problems, which also helped her to fill in the gaps in her own studies.

She answered all of Zhang Jia's questions, and if there was something she didn't understand, she would explain it again and again until she understood.

Zhang Jia's mother came in several times during the class, and every time she came in, she saw Song Qingwu patiently explaining knowledge to her daughter.

I couldn't help but feel secretly grateful in my heart. What a good child! She kept talking and she had no time to study. It is a blessing for my daughter to have such a good friend.

Zhang Jia listened to Song Qingwu's oriole-like voice, and her breath in her ear, and gradually immersed herself in it. She felt that Song Qingwu's explanation was much better than what the teacher said in class. After all, the teacher had to teach dozens of people, while Song Qingwu only taught her.

Although Song Qingwu likes girls, she is a face lover. She regards the round-faced Zhang Jia as a same-sex friend and does not have any improper thoughts about her. She is not such a scumbag that she wants to flirt with girls as soon as she sees them.

More than three hours later, Song Qingwu looked at her watch. It was already past ten o'clock. She estimated that Shu Xiaoya had returned. So she packed her schoolbag, stood up and said, "Jia Jia, it's a bit late. I have to go back."

Zhang Jia also stood up and said, "Okay, I'll take you there."

Song Qingwu smiled sweetly, "No need to send me off, hurry up and do your homework. You haven't finished it yet. Doing your homework carefully will help consolidate your knowledge."

Zhang Jia then apologized, "Okay! Hey, it's all my fault. I caused you not to do your homework. If I hadn't been tutoring you, you would have finished your homework long ago."

Song Qingwu said with a smile, "It's okay, I don't need to do homework. Teacher Liu said that I don't have to do any homework assigned by the school."

Zhang Jia suddenly found it unbelievable, "Teacher Liu took the initiative to tell you that you don't have to do homework?"

"Yes, I have learned all this knowledge. It would be a waste of time for me to do my homework every day." Song Qingwu said as a matter of course.

"Oh, I don't want to talk to you anymore. You are too Versailles. It's really infuriating!" Zhang Jia said with an exaggerated expression.

She is not a petty person, nor is she a superficial person who is jealous of her best friend. Song Qingwu is her best friend whom she treats sincerely. Although she is envious, she is also happy that her best friend is so outstanding.

Song Qingwu packed her schoolbag, walked out of the room, and nodded to Zhang Jia's mother who was sitting on the sofa, "Auntie, I'm going home. I'm really sorry to bother you today."

Zhang Jia's mother stood up quickly and said, "Qingwu, you don't have to be so polite. Come and play more often in the future. Auntie will see you off."

After that, he took out a small box of milk from the refrigerator and handed it to Song Qingwu, "Child, take this back and drink it."

Song Qingwu was shocked. It was okay for her to go to someone else's house for dinner without bringing any gifts, after all, she was still a student, but to actually bring something back was outrageous.

I quickly waved my hand to decline, "Thank you, Auntie. I dare not accept this. You are too polite."

Zhang Jia's mother said, "Take it, child. If you don't, your aunt will be angry." She also saw that Song Qingwu had been lecturing her daughter and even delayed her own studies because of it, and she felt bad about it.

Song Qingwu had no choice but to take it and thanked her solemnly. But when she saw that Zhang Jia's mother wanted to change the shoes for her, she refused to accept them and refused to let Zhang Jia's mother give them to her.

This time, Zhang Jia's mother did not insist. She knew that Song Qingwu would not feel comfortable if she sent her off, so she shouted, "Jia Jia, come out and send Qingwu off!"

Song Qingwu hurriedly stopped her, "Auntie, don't call her. Let her finish today's homework. There will be more and more things to learn in the future. If she starts well now, her grades will get better and better in the future."

When Zhang Jia's mother heard this, she was stunned for a moment. When she said this, Song Qingwu didn't look like a student at all, but rather like a teacher.