Xiaobaihua is not pretending anymore!

The five seconds after that could be said to be the most difficult five seconds in Song Zui's life. The boy sitting on the chair was as stiff as a little sparrow that had been electrocuted.

After he regained his senses, he clicked back on the application with lightning speed, and the constantly changing verification information under the application reflected the entanglement in his heart.

[Song Zui] Mr. He, I didn't refuse on purpose

[Song Zui] I didn't see the name clearly

[Song Zui] Are you... there?

He Shanting never passed the application, so he couldn't help but go downstairs to wander around the study room, a faint light shone through the door, but the door of the study room was slammed shut before he lingered for a long time!

Looking at the closed door, the young man felt like he was a scumbag for some reason, and He Shanting, who was inside the door, could even make up his mind and let out a soft snort.

Song Zui didn't sleep well because of the imaginary huh, and woke up with heavy dark circles under his eyes in the morning. He was yawning while reciting words, and Feng Siwen dragged him to the financial center when he was about to take a lunch break.

The two of them took the bus economically. On the way, Feng Siwen began to complain: "I went to Sun Sizhe's company yesterday and there was no one there. Guess what he said. He even said that he was talking about business outside and blamed me for being suspicious. Will Xu Ning be like this?"

Song Zui nodded, but didn't agree.

"Sure enough, all men in the world are the same." Feng Siwen didn't realize that he scolded himself, "What do you think He Shanting is like?"

Speaking of this boy, he is in spirit.

"How should I put it?" He sat up straight and answered earnestly, "Others may not be the same on the outside, but he is the same person on the outside."

Feng Siwen sympathized with Song Zui's words. The upper class looked at the high-sounding people, but they were actually not as clean as ordinary people. His eyes showed surprise: "I didn't expect you to think so highly of him."

"It's not easy to get along with being the same."

Feng Siwen could only try to comfort her: "...Anyway, you are only staying for a while, and you will return to Xu's house in September, but you should try your best to build a good relationship."

Under the conversation between the two, the bus, which was driving like a classic car, stopped slowly at the station, and Song Zui looked up.

There are many buildings in the financial center, like a daytime forest made of reinforced concrete, and people are as small as ants on the concrete floor.

After getting out of the car, Feng Siwen took him into a building with a glass facade, and turned around to reach the training institution that had just opened. The boss was still hanging the business license on the ladder.

"Tell you that this is a training class for nobles." Feng Siwen said in a tone that he heard that he was earning money, "After the class, every gesture is aristocratic."

Hearing what they said, the round-faced boss struggled down the ladder: "Cultivating aristocratic temperament is a lifelong course. We hope that through this course, students will radiate charm from the inside out, which will not only improve their self-confidence but also attract outstanding people."

Feng Siwen nodded like a chicken pecking rice.

"There was a prototype of nobility in the Roman period. There is a saying in our country that nobility came out of three generations." The boss saw Feng Siwen's reaction and continued to say impassionedly, "In 1821 they lived the days of enjoying afternoon tea and going out by car. The word nobility It has a lot of history.”

Song Zui reminded: "It was only in 1886 that a car powered by an internal combustion engine was invented."

"This classmate is very knowledgeable."

After embarrassment, the teacher cast an appreciative look.

Song Zui: ……… High school knowledge

Although he has no fluctuations in the so-called aristocratic spirit, in his opinion it is just a way to make money, but Feng Siwen was moved by the boss' impassioned speech.

"You said it's better to apply for the flower arrangement class or the dessert class." Feng Siwen looked at the schedule and hesitated, "Why don't you enroll in both?"

Although Feng Siwen is very economical in food and clothing, he does not save at all in vocational education. According to him, Canary also needs to improve its business level to adapt to the development of the times.

Song Zui lowered his head and recited the words: "As you wish."

"I signed up for you." But the next second Feng Siwen said, "What can I save but not education, can the boss get a discount if two people sign up?"

It was rare for the boss to meet two bullies, so of course he happily said yes, Song Zui could only watch Feng Siwen pay the money, and the two of them started to learn how to make desserts after paying the money.

Song Zui put on an apron and sat in the classroom. In all fairness, the teacher's teaching skills were good. I heard that he was well-known in the world. After the class, he could make a small cake by himself.

However, thinking of the price that was ten times higher than the market price, the young man raised his neatly shaped eyebrows, and the slanted eyes at the end of the eyebrows were particularly indifferent.

When he came out of the institution with a small cake, Song Zui gave all the money to Feng Siwen: "I only have these on me."

Feng Siwen looked into Song Zui's stubborn eyes and couldn't refuse: "I knew I wouldn't drag you to sign up for the class, and all my inspiration was spent on the money. What relationship do I have with you and I need to pay it back?"

The boy still pursed his lips and looked at him.

He had no choice but to accept Song Zui's savings, and his eyes fell on the boy's washed-white shirt. In fact, he was quite curious about what Song Zui had spent the money on.

Xu Ning must be more generous than Sun Sizhe, not out of affirmation of Xu Ning's character, but because he has never seen a second generation who is more stingy than Sun Sizhe.

But it is rare to see Song Zui buying any luxury goods, not even a few clothes, the shirt he is wearing today was bought last year, but usually when he is not embarrassed because of careful planning, it is not like he always spends all the money unknowingly.

The two of them walked out with their respective small cakes. Next to them was an overseas study institution. The teacher recruiting students at the door said: "The college entrance examination scores are about to come out——"

The teenager saw the four words of elite education and interrupted the other party: "The college entrance examination scores are coming out soon, are you still worried about the scores? Are you still dissatisfied with the school? If the college entrance examination is not ideal, you can choose to go abroad. Thousands of schools are waiting for you to choose from.”

The teacher had to change the rhetoric: "Elite institutions specially launch special discounts for college entrance examination candidates—"

Song Zui took the words proficiently: "Now you can enjoy a [-]% discount for signing up, and you can also receive free TOEFL courses from famous teachers."

The teacher choked: "Student, how do you know?"

Song Zuixin thought that if it wasn't for the study abroad agency that he had added as He Shanting's friend yesterday, after he left, the teacher of Elite Education would still say: "If you don't buy courses, would you like to be a teacher here? We still have students from Columbia University. "

Feng Siwen doesn't know a thing about English, but he is very good at grasping details. He pushed Song Zui's arm: "Isn't Bai Wenqiu from Columbia University? I thought that all those who came out of Columbia University were working in investment banks, but I didn't expect that they were still tutoring." class."

Song Zui suddenly felt a scrutinizing gaze from the glass window, he subconsciously turned around and saw nothing, thinking that he had seen it wrong.

The man on the other side was sitting in the study reviewing documents, raised his gray-blue eyes and glanced towards the door, wondering what he was looking at.

In the afternoon, Song Zui walked back to the attic. The temperature in the Shanghai market gradually increased as July approached. Even though the air conditioner was turned on, people were still sunbathing in the attic, and the little rose under the skylight was sun-drenched.

He didn't dare to go to He Shanting's study to make him unhappy, so he watered the roses, turned on a small fan worth five yuan while doing physics experiments, and opened the next page of the book of human relations in vain.

The book says that giving a small gift will create a sweet atmosphere and bring the relationship closer, although I don't know why a serious friendship needs to create a sweet atmosphere.

But the boy looked at his empty bank card in a daze, and it seemed that there was no way to deliver it. At this moment, Assistant Fang walked to the door and asked, "Is it too hot?"

"Peace of mind naturally cools."

Song Zui never feels hot when reading a book, but only feels that time is not enough when he immerses himself in textbooks. Human life has a length and knowledge has no end.

What's more, the sunshine in the southwest is much stronger than that in Shanghai. When it is the hottest, eggs can be steamed on the stone surface. At that time, what they like to do most is to lie on their desks and listen to the cicadas singing, and sleep while covering the windows with books. sunshine.

He stopped his memory and glanced at the small cake on the table. After making sure that there were no sensitive words related to age, the young man who had no awareness of consumption downgrading handed the item to Assistant Fang: "Can you deliver it to Mr. He for me?"