Before the physics teacher talked about the reporter with Song's father and Song's mother, Song's mother kept asking:

"You really don't want money?"

"Food and lodging, teaching and supplementary fees, travel expenses, training fees, nothing?"

"For a week, the school paid for it all out of its own pocket? Or, for those who won the prizes, the school paid for it, and for those who didn't win, the money will be made up?"

The physics teacher heard Song's mother babbling and eloquent, and suddenly didn't want to tell the story of the reporter standing at the entrance of the examination room to interview.

He really didn't want his poor ears to suffer from the magic sound again.

What's more, even if the reporter wants to interview, they may not necessarily interview Song.Watching the charity performance not long ago, the behavior of the couple was clearly to resist the TV station's interview with their daughter.

But now he is worried, if the couple find out from other places that there will be a reporter to interview, will they go crazy and go to the examination room to make trouble?

Or even if they didn't go to the examination room to make trouble, they would come back to school to make trouble, or take their anger out on classmate Song.

Oops, what a headache.

"Teacher, why didn't you answer me?" Seeing that the physics teacher was silent, Song's mother became more and more suspicious: "Teacher, if you don't speak clearly, I will feel flustered."

The physics teacher managed to regain his composure: "There is no fee for the training camp and the registration fee for the competition, because of the strength that Song has shown and the fact that she is the candidate recommended by the teachers, even if she can't win the award, the school will not let her go. She pays the fee."

The implication is that only those students who are not unanimously recommended by the teachers and who are not strong enough but want to participate in training camps and competitions have to pay.

Mother Song breathed a sigh of relief: "Oh, that's it, I understand."

Father Song wanted to smoke at first, but seeing the teacher here, he held back: "Which city are you going to?"

"Ningyun City."

He took out his mobile phone, opened WeChat, and sent a message to Yinyin. He was usually used to sending voice messages, but because of the presence of outsiders, he had to type out each word with difficulty.

[Yinyin, Xiaoyan's teacher said that he will take Xiaoyan to Xingyun City for a week of training, and then participate in the competition. The time is from this Thursday to next Monday. Do you think it is ok? 】

When Xu Lingyin received the news, she was on vacation in the southern city of Xingyun City. She was wearing a light yellow bikini and lying under a huge parasol. Yu Qinyi was helping her apply sunscreen.

A pair of slender hands wandered on her back, forcefully

Moderate strength and softness, bringing comfortable pleasure and ultimate enjoyment.

If it wasn't for the sudden notification sound from the earphones, she would have almost fallen asleep.

Originally, I came to this city to take a vacation and relax, and secondly, to accompany Shu Junhao and Yu Qinyi to participate in variety shows.

Seeing that she opened her eyes, Yu Qin gave her a gentle smile, and then asked, "Ling Yin, let me bring you a glass of juice. What flavor do you want?"

"Honey pomegranate juice."

"Okay, wait for me."

Xu Lingyin originally wanted the waiter who came with her to pick it up, but now she wants to return Song's father's news, so it's better to send Yu Qinyi away.

While she was going to get the juice, Xu Lingyin looked down at the phone. The competition in Xingyun City must be a five-discipline competition. The examination room is in the north city of Xingyun City, and the training camp is also in the north city, which is far away from the south city.

Dad was discussing business abroad, and my mother went with him. The two of them never paid attention to this kind of competition.

It's no problem to let Song Huiyan go.

Moreover, in Xu Lingyin's mind, Beicheng No. [-] Middle School was not good either in terms of teachers or educational resources.Song Huoyan was a top student in Beicheng No. [-] Middle School, but in a big environment like the whole country, it was not enough.

She just wanted Song Haoyan to see the world, give her a blow, and let her recognize her own level.

So, I replied with a [Yes. 】

Song's father saw that Yinyin said it was all right, so he agreed with the physics teacher and Xiaoyan went.

This surprised the physics teacher, because after thinking about it, he still said that there would be a reporter in the examination room. He thought that Father Song and Mother Song would have to hesitate for a while, but he did not expect to agree so readily.

wednesday after school

Song Huiyan gave Ye Ci tutoring, appearing absent-minded.

"what happened to you?"

Ye Ci looked at her worriedly. In fact, after Monday's mark, she thought that the two of them would continue to be awkward for a while, but Song suddenly seemed to let go. A little shy, but trying to approach more honestly.

It felt like the lop-eared rabbit was finally willing to touch her ears.

Although she is awkward occasionally, she will turn her back, but after a while, she will turn around again and look at you softly with clear eyes.

That look, trusting and attached, sincere and pure.

In such sight, Ye Ci felt warm all over.

But a certain person still refuses to admit that he is Miss Osmanthus dancing in black gauze.

——"Well, I'm not black gauze, and she doesn't want that dress anymore, why do you still keep it? It doesn't mind taking up space."

"I don't think so. Anyway, my closet is very big. I keep it for Miss Osmanthus. When she wants it again, maybe I have to charge a storage fee?"

——"She won't have the day she wants, don't ask me how I know, anyway, I just know."

Thinking of the conversation between the two not long ago, Ye Ci shrugged his shoulders and wanted to laugh when he thought of the look of the lop-eared rabbit.

But the current classmate Song, with soft hair hanging down her shoulders and slender eyelashes, is obviously very gentle and slender, but it gives Ye Ci a feeling that she is sad.

Song Haoyan looked up at Ye Ci, his watery eyes were no longer clear, but full of shadows, full of thoughts: "Ye Ci, can you help me?"

"Did something happen to you?"

Song Haoyan nodded first, then pursed his lips, seemed to be struggling, and seemed to have made up his mind after a while, and said, "I don't know who else to turn to except you. I...I suspect that I am not my parents' biological daughter."

Ok? !

Ye Ci blinked and was stunned for a moment.

Seeing her reaction, Song Haoyan's face was a little ugly: "Do you think I'm imagining something?"

Ye Ci touched his nose guiltily. To be honest, when he heard her say that, he wondered in his heart if she was thinking wildly.

Song Haoyan snorted, feeling extremely sad.

Originally, when she realized that she might not be the biological child of her parents, and that there might even be such a person who had been watching her for years, she was already flustered and helpless enough. She believed in Ye Ci so much, but Ye Ci did not Do not believe what you say.

Such "unfairness" made her eyes sour, and she was so wronged that she almost shed tears.

What kind of happiness can only be given by this person in a lifetime, but now what this person gives her is sadness and distrust.

Song Haoyan stood up awkwardly, and wanted to leave, but Ye Ci grabbed him.

"That... it's not that I don't believe you, it's just..."

Seeing that Classmate Song's slender body was struggling even harder, Ye Ci put his arms around her tightly and said in a soft voice, "How do you want me to help you? Huh?"

"I'll do what you say, okay?"

Song Haoyan's ears were reddish at these soft words, and she couldn't help but tremble slightly. Just as she was about to speak, she saw the aunt standing at the door, holding a tray in one hand and covering her eyes with the other:

"Ah, I'll just bring some tea and I'll go out right away, so it won't affect you."

Song Haoyan was startled, and out of the corner of his eye, he saw the figure reflected on the glass, Ye Ci circled her from behind, and the two leaned close together.

If my face was flushed with anger before, it is now flushed with embarrassment.

She moved her arms: "You, let me go first."

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