Transfer Students

Lu Shaohang lowered his head, only to realize that the prop book was placed upside down, he quickly turned it upside down, and the sound of high heels came behind him.

A very soft "Xiaohang" sounded extremely gentle, but a layer of goose bumps appeared on Lu Shaohang's back.

He glanced forward again, making sure that Pei Yu was so surrounded that not even a strand of hair could be exposed, and then he turned his head, with the surprised expression on his face just right.

"Mom?" He got up, pulled Song Ya outside the classroom door, and said softly, "Why are you here?"

Song Ya still had the same excuse of being afraid that it would be too late for him to ride home by bike, but her eyes kept looking over Lu Shaohang's shoulders into the classroom.

"I'm not a child anymore, and this is not a kindergarten. I don't need parents to pick me up."

Lu Shaohang turned back to the classroom and began to pack his schoolbag, intending to take his mother away from here as soon as possible.

Song Ya quietly stood behind him again, looking around the entire classroom like a dean.

"Don't stand here, it's not good to be seen by your classmates..."

Lu Shaohang wanted her to wait outside, but Song Ya sat down on Pei Yu's seat and smiled softly at him: "That's okay."

His face turned pale with fright.

As long as his mother pays a little attention, he can see Pei Yu's notes and books with his name on the desk.

At this time, Han Zhe rushed over, put the bulging schoolbag on Pei Yu's desk heavily, blocking those books tightly.

"It's dead," he sighed exaggeratedly, and complained, "It's so miserable to have such a big bag of homework every day!"

Song Ya thoughtfully said: "You have to work harder in the third year of high school. Go home and ask your mother to make you some delicious food, so you can make up for it."

"Forget about my mother's cooking skills," Han Zhe pursed his lips, and then smiled, "Auntie, isn't your cooking delicious? Give me a taste someday!"

"No problem," Song Ya said with a smile, "I wanted you to come to my house last weekend, but Xiaohang said it was inconvenient for you to have something to do."

Han Zhe quickly glanced at Lu Shaohang. Lu Shaohang acted as if he had never heard of it. He just shook his schoolbag and continued to put exercise books in it.

"...Ahaha," Han Zhe rubbed his nose with a dry laugh, "We have an appointment with a large group of people, and it's noisy, so it's really inconvenient to go home."

He raised his hand again in a serious manner, and assured Song Ya: "But don't worry, auntie, we are definitely not gathering together to copy homework and play games. Shaohang is serious about his studies, and he was all right in the math quiz yesterday! Auntie Have you made some brain-boosting food for him recently, making this guy so powerful..."

"Okay," Lu Shaohang interrupted suddenly, threw his schoolbag over his shoulder, and looked at Song Ya coldly, "Let's go."

Song Ya's gaze wandered around the classroom a few more times before she stood up gracefully, smiled and patted the wall dust rubbed against Lu Shaohang's shoulder, and said, "Let's go."

Lu Shaohang winked at Han Zhe, and Han Zhe hadn't had time to catch his breath when he saw Song Ya who was walking to the door, suddenly turned back, walked straight around him and walked towards the crowd.

fuck!

The hearts of both of them suddenly hung up.

It was too late for Lu Shaohang to rush over to stop people, Song Ya had already walked to the outside of the crowd, stretched out her hand and patted a person whose back was facing her.

Jiang Le shuddered and turned around almost bouncing.

"Ah, auntie!"

"Sure enough, I'm right, I've grown a little taller," Song Ya said with a smile, "I'm driving here, let's go together, Xiao Zhe is here too."

The three of them have known each other since kindergarten. Although the relationship between the three parents is not close, they also have some business contacts.As a businessman, Song Ya always considers such small details very thoughtfully.

"Ah... No need for Auntie, I still have a few questions waiting to be asked, you guys go first." Jiang Le said as he dawdled to the side to block the vacancy of the crowd.

"Then you ride alone at night and pay attention to safety."

Song Ya didn't force it, but subconsciously glanced at the center of the crowd when she turned around, and saw a girl with a ponytail half bent, with one hand on the shoulder of the sitting boy, looking very intimate.

She shook her head slightly and strode out of the classroom.

"Let's go."

When going downstairs, Han Zhe felt that his legs were weak, as if he was about to go to the execution ground.But the car was already in front of him, and it was useless for him to change his mind temporarily, he could only close his eyes and his heart, and squeeze into the back seat with Lu Shaohang.

There was a faint scent of incense in the carriage, but Lu Shaohang felt disgusted by the smell. He lowered a section of the car window and looked out the window at the rapidly receding street scene with no expression.

Song Ya glanced in the rearview mirror, and broke the silence in the car with a smile: "Xiao Zhe, I remember you are one year older than Xiaohang, right?"

"Yeah, one year and one month older." Han Zhe replied.

"That's really an adult." Song Ya turned on the lights and continued, "Did you talk about friends? I see that there are many beautiful girls in your class."

Han Zhe was taken aback for a moment, touched his nose with a guilty conscience, and said, "The college entrance examination is coming soon, so how can I have time to think about this?"

"I think there is a young couple among the group of people who gave the topic just now." Song Ya said jokingly, "It's pretty good to be able to make progress together."

Han Zhe glanced around subconsciously, and heard Song Ya say again: "You are so handsome, there must be many girls who like it."

"Auntie, are you kidding hahaha, if I fall in love now, I will be beaten to death by my mother."

"How can it be so exaggerated? You have a crush on little girls at your age. It's normal to fall in love. Parents should understand."

Song Ya glanced again through the rearview mirror, but Lu Shaohang remained expressionless, as if he hadn't heard her at all.

Han Zhe didn't know how to answer this, so he could only laugh dryly, took out his mobile phone and pretended to surf the Internet, thinking why he wasn't home yet.

When he finally saw the gate of the community, he breathed a sigh of relief: "Auntie, just take me here. It's too late today, so be careful when driving on the road."

"Okay, say hello to your parents for me."

The car stopped slowly on the side of the road, Han Zhe bent down and waved to the person in the driver's seat, and then galloped into the community like a wild horse without looking back.

"This child...is still the same as when he was a child."

Song Ya smiled and looked away, and drove into the fast lane, the car became more and more quiet.Lu Shaohang simply lowered all the car windows, letting the cold wind howl in.

Along the way, Song Ya didn't speak any more.

When she got home, she stopped Lu Shaohang who was about to go upstairs without saying a word, and asked, "Are you angry because I picked you up from school without saying hello?"

Lu Shaohang didn't say a word, he wanted to go around Song Ya, but she blocked him sideways.

"It's true that I did not handle this matter properly. You have always come back after ten o'clock in the past few days. I am also worried that you will not be safe on the road..."

"unnecessary."

"……what?"

"I said, no need." Lu Shaohang looked straight into Song Ya's eyes, "Just ask directly if you have anything to say, I hate your beating around the bush the most."

A trace of embarrassment flashed across Song Ya's face: "Xiaohang, have you misunderstood my mother? I really just..."

"Then you asked Han Zhe what those words meant, didn't you just want to know if I lied to you last weekend? And those words in the car, you wanted to know if I was in a relationship."

Lu Shaohang's jaw was tense, and the calm mask he had worked so hard to maintain for the past few days finally cracked fine lines, revealing the tip of the iceberg of the turbulent restlessness and irritability hidden in his chest, no matter how hard to suppress it.

"If there's anything else you want to know, it's better to ask in person now."

Song Ya stared at him in surprise, as if looking at a stranger.

She didn't seem to understand why this child, who was always polite to her, suddenly had spikes all over his body.

"Since you don't ask, I'll go to bed."

After half a minute of confrontation, Lu Shaohang dropped a sentence and walked upstairs by mistake.

"Stop!" Song Ya stood at the top of the stairs, her expression mixed with anger, confusion and sadness, "I know I'm sorry for you, but I'm also trying to change during this time, I put down my work and come to accompany you wholeheartedly, but you seem to be Not happy."

Lu Shaohang gritted his teeth, his nose sore and uncomfortable.

"Everything I do seems to be wrong, so can you tell me what I should do to make you feel better and try to accept me?" At the end, Song Ya was almost crying.

Lu Shaohang took a deep breath and turned around on the stairs.

"This is easy." He took out his phone and shook it, his voice was so calm that there was no wave, "First, you must respect me first."