Stop Bothering Me, Emperor

Qiu Mingyan didn't understand Song Xiao's meaning at first, she was stunned for five seconds before she realized it, and suddenly her hands and feet trembled with anger.

"Song Xiao, what do you mean! Do you think my mother is a maid?" Song Zheng who was sitting on the side immediately screamed.

Song Zicheng's face was a little uneasy. On the one hand, he felt that his son's domineering appearance was funny, and on the other hand, he felt that the words were too much, so he smoothed things over: "Xiaoxiao, how do you talk! Mingyan, don't worry about the child, he still has amnesia, sit down Come down and eat."

"Xiaoxiao, I know you don't like auntie, but you are fifteen or sixteen years old anyway, so you can't..." Qiu Mingyan sat down and took a few breaths, but she still couldn't help but say a few words, and she fell silent while talking. burst into tears.

Seeing her crying and sitting down, Song Xiao frowned even tighter, then turned to Song Zicheng and said, "Father, how can the concubine sit with the Patriarch..."

"Song Xiao!" Song Zicheng stopped immediately. Seeing his son's lips tightened, he regretted talking too loudly. Before, Song Xiao couldn't speak a few words to him for a year, so it was rare for him to talk. Don't be scared back by him "Cough, don't talk about 'concubine' anymore, let Xiao Si buy you some normal books tomorrow."

Qiu Mingyan couldn't cry anymore after being interrupted by Song Zicheng. After all, she hadn't passed the door yet, and she didn't have the confidence to make trouble at the dinner table. She could only grit her teeth secretly, planning to cry to Song Zicheng after dinner, and mention it along the way. The matter of marriage.

There are no rules in the family, since the head of the family doesn't care, Song Xiao will stop meddling, and pick up his job and eat seriously.He was originally born in a scholarly family and lived in the third rank of the official family. Later, he became a royal family, so he naturally developed a noble air, and his eating movements were elegant and noble, which was pleasing to the eye.

The mother and daughter, who didn't know how to eat, became even more angry when they saw Song Xiao's eating.

After dinner, Song Xiao followed Song Zicheng to the study.

"Son, do you still remember the knowledge of junior high school?" Song Zicheng was finding out the textbook for the third grade of junior high school and handing it to Song Xiao, "School starts in one month, if you forget the basics, what will happen to the entrance exam?" manage?"

Song Xiao took a copy of "Ninth Grade Chemistry" and opened it to read, "Chemical equation balance...Periodic table of elements..." I knew the words, but I couldn't understand them together.

"Shengmeng High School has an entrance exam, and students are divided into classes according to their grades." Seeing his blank expression, Song Zicheng knew that he couldn't even understand the textbooks. "I will ask Xiao Si to hire a tutor for you tomorrow. Make up lessons, I will tell the principal, let's go to school a few days later."

Tutor?It must be Mr. Private School. Song Xiao understood what his father meant and nodded immediately. The knowledge in the past thousand years has increased by more than a thousand times. Now he really needs such a Mr. to teach him from scratch.

"Thank you, father." Song Xiao looked at his father with a smile on his face, feeling a little dazed. His father in his previous life had never cared so much about him. He only came to test his homework regularly, but because he had a good memory, he could memorize any book. After a long time, my father felt unimaginable, so he ignored him.

"Stupid boy," Song Zicheng tried to raise his hand and rubbed Song Xiao's head, in exchange for the other party's surprised stare. The short, fluffy hair is easy to touch. Seeing that his son didn't avoid it, he couldn't help but touch it again, "Call Dad , Those who always talk about father and father call me old."

"dad……"

"Hey, dear son..."

Qiu Mingyan, who was standing outside the door with a bowl of supper, bit her lips bitterly when she heard the father and son's laughter coming from the room.

The next day, Si Dashu found a tutor, a graduate student from the best key university in city A, a girl in her 20s, named Ding Hui, who worked as a tutor during summer vacation to earn tuition.

When I entered the door, I found that this was a rich family, so I couldn't help being a little nervous. The rich second-generation young masters were not easy to serve. I even taught one a few days ago. He was full of yellow hair and looked disdainful. He stopped learning after a few days.

Song Xiao came down from upstairs, and when he heard that he wanted to see Mr. Chen, he asked Aunt Chen to pick out a slightly more formal dress, white shirt, black trousers, and a small bow tie.

"Xiaoxiao, this is Teacher Ding, a master's student at University A," Si Dashu said with a smile to Song Xiao who was on the stairs, "Ms. Ding, this is Song Xiao, who just graduated from the third year of junior high school."

Ding Hui looked up and saw the boy walking down the spiral staircase, she was stunned for a moment.Her figure was tall and straight, her steps were calm, and her delicate chin was raised slightly, but she did not appear arrogant at all, but instead carried a natural nobility.For a moment, she thought she saw the real prince.

Song Xiao knew that women in modern times can go to school like men, and he admired women who can study for a master's degree. He walked up to Ding Hui, nodded and said, "Hello, teacher."

"Hello, little prince." Ding Hui smiled immediately. Such a handsome and polite boy is really likable. Just seeing this face every day, this job is worth it, and it doesn't matter if you pay less. .

"Our Xiaoxiao had an accident some time ago, I don't remember anything from the past, and I have to trouble Miss Ding to teach her from the beginning." Seeing the two of them went to Song Xiao's room, Si Dashu confessed uneasy.

"Don't worry." Ding Hui waved her hands disapprovingly. After an hour, she finally understood what it means to "teach from scratch"!

"You always know the linear equation in one yuan, right? Uh, do you know what that equation is?" Ding Hui looked at the bewildered young man in front of him, and pulled his hair. This is the rhythm that should be taught from elementary school knowledge!

Ding Hui dug out all the textbooks from primary school to junior high school in Song Xiao's bookcase, and taught from scratch.

"Wow, you're a quick learner. Did you remember something?" Ding Hui was very curious about this kind of amnesia that only appeared in TV dramas, and was always trying to research something.

Song Xiao looked up at her from the book, then continued to read and ignored her.This female teacher is not bad at teaching, but she is too unreserved. She always touches his head and doesn't say anything, and always stares at him and giggles.

Time flies by, and even though Song Xiao has a photographic memory, he still has too much knowledge from elementary school to the third year of junior high school, so he can only learn the general idea in a nutshell.Ding Hui said that he did not learn the knowledge of the third year of junior high school. He also listened to the bible when he went to high school, and insisted that he finish the third year of junior high school.

In this way, it took another week before Song Zicheng took Song Xiao to report to school.

The start-of-term exams were over long ago, and the classes were divided into good classes. Fortunately, this kind of school is more tolerant of the wealthy second generation who pay to go to school, so Song Xiao was allowed to take the exam alone.

Song Xiao's grades in the past were not good, so the teacher in charge of class placement didn't think there was anything wrong with this poor test paper, and took a form to ask him: "Do you have any specialties?"

"Qin, chess, calligraphy and painting are pretty good, and he is best at Xiao." Song Xiao replied seriously.

The class placement teacher looked at him, this kid was really immodest, looked at the CEO of Xinghai Entertainment behind Song Xiao, wrote "acting direction" on the form, and assigned him to Class [-] of the specialty class.There is a father who is in the entertainment industry, and he can go to art school even if he doesn't study well.

The so-called specialty class is not a class where top students gather, but a place where students with special skills who can get extra points or special recruits gather.To put it bluntly, it is also the class attended by the rich second-generation scumbags.

The head teacher is a female teacher in her 40s, she looks very experienced: "I am your head teacher, Mrs. Jia, and I want my parents to help you clean up the dormitory. You and I have to go to class first. We have already missed class for a week. Can't fall any more."

Teacher Jia dragged Song Xiao away without saying a word, leaving Song Zicheng and Si Dashu standing there with big and small bags.The principal who accompanied him smiled triumphantly and said, "I dug this homeroom teacher from No. [-] Middle School of the city, but he is responsible. Don't worry if you entrust the child to her."

Si Dashu looked at the back of the teacher going away, twitched the corners of his mouth, and said, this teacher doesn't look like a teacher in an aristocratic school at all, but he is on par with his high school head teacher.

Song Xiao carried his schoolbag and a stack of newly received textbooks, and followed the head teacher to the classroom.This is a self-study class without a teacher.

Teacher Jia stood on the podium and tapped on the table with a blackboard eraser: "Everyone raise your head, this is Song Xiao, a new student in our class, welcome everyone."

"Chi Chi Chi Chi" applause rang out sparsely, Teacher Jia asked Song Xiao to introduce himself.

"Hello, everyone. My name is Song Xiao. It's the first time I've met you. I would like to ask you to give me your advice." Shengmeng Middle School has a unified school uniform, which is an improved version of a suit. The white short-sleeved shirt is worn on Song Xiao's body. It smells like a dress.

The class was silent for a few seconds.

"Tch, where did you come from, a nerd and a classmate..." The boy in the first row curled his lips in disdain.

"You're so handsome!" A girl couldn't help but say something, and the class suddenly buzzed, covering the boy's voice in an instant.

"Oh my god, who do you think is handsomer, he or the squad leader?"

"They are different types, right? This one is obviously the second type of gentle man, huh..."

"Quiet!" Teacher Jia roared angrily, and the class suddenly fell silent, "There are still a few vacancies, you can choose one yourself. This class is coming to an end soon, you don't hurry up to do your homework, It's very busy, isn't it?"

Song Xiao looked around, because it was an aristocratic school, the number of students in each class was not many, only thirty or so students, and every two tables were joined together.There are three seats left in the classroom, all of which have deskmates.One is a boy with thick eyes, but his head is oily, and he looks like he hasn't washed it for a few days; the other is a girl with glowing eyes, staring straight at him...

Song Xiao, who was at the same table who didn't wash his hair, couldn't bear it. Men and women couldn't kiss each other, and it wasn't appropriate to sit with a girl, so he could only move his eyes to the last seat.

It was a tall boy who looked very clean, and he couldn't see his face, because he had been lying on the table and sleeping soundly, all he could see was a handsome back of his head and a slender, fair neck.

Song Xiao walked over and sat beside him.

Sensing someone approaching, the sleepy man woke up instantly, and looked up at the person who dared to sit beside him.Song Xiao also turned to look at him, and the two of them were stunned at the same time.

Seeing the appearance of the young man in front of him, Song Xiao almost shed tears.Sword brows, star eyes and slashed lips are exactly the handsome and unparalleled face of Emperor Jing Yuan!

The author has something to say: Little Theater:

Yutang: Do you know what the deskmate does?

Xiaoxiao: What are you doing?

Yutang: The table, the bed, the same table means you want to share the bed with me Xiaoxiao:  …

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