fight for day

Lu Zhou booked a presidential suite for him and Ye Zhuming. The dining room was huge, Ye Zhuming took the main seat, and Song Huairan and Lu Zhou were next to him.

The dishes were ordered by Ye Zhuming, Lu Zhou saw him move the sweet and sour short ribs, Coca-Cola chicken wings, sweet-skinned duck and shredded bananas in front of Song Huairan himself, thinking that Ye Zhuming seemed to care about this younger brother, The food size and taste are very knowledgeable.

"Thank you brother." Song Huairan smiled at him.

Ye Zhuming snorted through his nose, then moved his chin to look carefully at his face.

"You really don't have acne...you haven't reached puberty yet?"

Chi Huan sat under Song Huairan, and retorted: "He has completely changed his voice."

Ye Zhuming was a little uncertain: "Really?" He looked at Chi Huan with very suspicious eyes, "Why do you know better than me?"

Chi Huan shyly said: "I often call him~"

"Fuck," Ye Zhuming's expression was indescribable, "he's only 16 years old, you're breaking the law, do you know? Can't wait another two years?"

Chi Huan raised his eyebrows: "Fuck you, you left me his school guardian number yourself, so what the hell can I do?"

Ye Zhuming looked at Song Huairan who was talking about chicken wings again: "Why did the teacher call the parents?"

Song Huairan coughed: "I don't know much about the school, I don't usually go to school."

"Pfft—" Lu Zhou and Ba Ma laughed at the same time, drinking water to cover it up.

Ye Zhuming stared at him.

Song Huairan didn't change his face, and gave him a piece of chicken wing.

"How many points did you score in the exam this semester?" Ye Zhuming didn't even think about it.

"623." Song Huairan said.

Lu Zhou was in awe: "Student master, you are still the same."

Song Huairan smiled modestly.

Ye Zhuming wanted to say something, but he opened his mouth and gave up, looking at the chicken wings in the bowl: "I don't eat sweets."

Lu Zhou immediately snatched away: "It's okay, I'll eat."

He also scooped up another bowl of rice, replacing the one soaked in sugar juice in front of Ye Zhuming.

Song Huairan watched him complete this set of very natural movements, blinked, and then turned to Ye Zhuming: "Brother, I have something to discuss with you."

"speak."

Song Huairan hesitated: "I'm going to take the college entrance examination this year, and I need you to communicate with the school about the skipping exam."

Ye Zhuming looked at him: "Do you know that I bought a house in the school district for you to study in this school? 26 per square meter, more than 2800 million. As a result, you only studied in elementary school for two years, and in junior high school for one year. Now I don't plan to finish high school. Even if your fucking brother is a money printing machine, you should feel sorry for him and stay in school more, right?"

Lu Zhou listened and asked Song Huairan whether he was studying in Beijing or S city.

"The capital." Song Huairan said.

"Which school?"

Chi Huan reported a school name.

Lu Zhou sighed: "I know this school well, my seventh uncle is the vice principal of the high school, Lu Tingyu, do you know?"

Song Huairan apologized a little: "I really don't go to school very much."

Lu Zhou: "...It's okay, if you really want to skip the exam, I can—"

"What can you do?" Ye Zhuming disagreed very much, "His grades still have a lot of room for improvement. He didn't take the time to learn well before. Put more thought into it in the future. Can't he get a Q major and a B major? How much thought did you put into sending you to that school, and you can't return me with a three-dimensional admission letter?"

Song Huairan sighed: "Well, brother, since the purpose of going to high school is to go to university, then you can book a school for me. I will go to the school you choose, and you agree to my request."

Ye Zhuming opened his mouth loudly: "Then get a Q major."

Song Huairan simply shook his head: "I can't pass the exam. I don't have much time to stay in school, and I only read books by myself before the exam... I am a liberal arts student, and the score of the college entrance examination should be between 610 and 620. You can judge according to this score. Choose a school for me, whatever major you want."

Ye Zhuming: "You can't get into Q University because you don't go to class. If you work hard, won't you get in?"

He was very good at changing concepts and using strong words to make sense. Lu Zhou looked like he was watching a play, ready to observe how Song Huairan would respond.

Song Huairan was silent for a moment, then sighed and said, "Okay, since my brother wants me to take the Q major, then even if I cheat, I have to meet my brother's request."

Lu Zhou was stunned for a moment: "How did you cheat in the college entrance examination?"

Song Huairan: "I can calculate the exam questions in advance, but this will damage the luck of more than 1000 million students. It will have a backlash against me, and it will lose a little life span."

Ye Zhuming: "..."

Lu Zhou was stunned: Can you explain the Basic Law as well?

Song Huairan didn't seem to find out what the two of them were thinking, held Ye Zhuming's hand, and said sensiblely: "It's okay, I will try my best to do whatever my brother wants me to do, as long as I can make my brother happy, I will give you ten years of life. What is it?"

Ye Zhuming: "..."

Song Huairan was gentle and gentle: "I will go to school every day from now on. It's good to spend more time at night on unfinished things. It doesn't matter if I only sleep for an hour or two a day. After all, I will be 16 soon, and it doesn't matter if I grow up or not. .”

Ye Zhuming withdrew his hand.

Song Huairan: "In addition, I—"

Ye Zhuming: "Okay, shut up, I will sign for you."

Song Huairan's smile deepened: "Thank you brother."

Ye Zhuming angrily smashed the custard into a paste: "You will understand from now on that I persuade you to study for your own good. Do you know how much discrimination I have suffered at work because I only have a high school degree?"

Originally, Ba Ma had been immersed in cooking, but he couldn't help but said: "Does anyone dare to discriminate against you?"

Ye Zhuming gave him a cool look.

Ba Ma immediately zipped his mouth.

"I'm a cadre at the age of 32, and I want to be discriminated against like this!" Chi Huan said with a smile.

"I'm only 31, thank you."

"A man is a teenager until he dies, you don't have to care about your age."

Ye Zhuming slapped his chopsticks: "You're fighting with me, right? Did you find anything outside today? If you don't, leave the table. The meal is only reserved for those who sweat."

Before Chi Huan responded, Lu Zhou silently put down the bowls and chopsticks.

The domineering Ye Zhuming immediately crouched low and coaxed softly, "Baby, I didn't tell you..."

"vomit----"

It was noisy and noisy, and it took almost an hour to eat a meal.The room service was cleaning up the mess, Lu Zhou boiled water to make tea, and everyone else moved into the reception room.

Noisy is noisy, noisy is noisy, work is still very important.

Chi Huan: "Quan You has been studying painting in that training school all day today, and returned to Fengyu Huating at [-]:[-] pm. The security in the high-end community is very strict, so I can't get in. Generally speaking, I didn't find anything wrong .”

She stretched her shoulders while talking, squatting is really not a job for a human being - a job that a human being can't do anyway.

Ye Zhuming shook out a cigarette, before lighting the fire, he thought of his "weak" younger brother, held back again, and said to Ba Ma, "Tomorrow you will be with Chi Huan."

Bama should go down.

Lu Zhou came in with tea, Ye Zhuming followed him with his eyes, put his unlighted cigarette in his mouth, and paused: "Chi Huan, there is a spa on the first floor of the hotel, go and get a massage. Ba Ma, it's all right Son? Nothing to follow."

Chi Huan's eyes lit up and he left immediately, Ba Ma wished he could slip away immediately, so Lu Zhou had no choice but to put back the two extra teacups, and sat down with a cup of tea himself.

The reception room contained in this suite is not very big, Ye Zhuming is sitting on a single sofa, with two long legs stacked on a long table.

This rebellious posture is in sharp contrast to the minor sitting beside him.

But the looks are all superior and outstanding.

Lu Zhou drank tea and admired the two beauties, one big and one small, and soon Ye Zhuming leaned up and waved to him: "Come here."

"What?"

Ye Zhuming pointed to Song Huairan: "Let him show you a picture."

Lu Zhou thought of the ability that this person had just revealed, and he resisted a little: "What if it doesn't look good?"

Fate is such a thing, if you don’t know it, there are infinite possibilities, and if you know it, you will subconsciously lead people towards that result.If it's good, it's over. If it's not good, it's over.

Ye Zhuming: "There is no such thing as hiding diseases and avoiding medical treatment, let alone doing random calculations—come quickly."

Song Huairan sat on the sofa watching him, Lu Zhou reluctantly leaned over: "What do you think?"

Song Huairan grabbed one of his hands, stared at the palm for a while, the brows slightly gathered, then raised Lu Zhou's chin, and looked closely into his eyes.

This posture was so intimate that Ye Zhuming was very upset, thinking that it was his younger brother, he resisted the urge to beat someone up.

They were really close, and Lu Zhou could even clearly see Song Huairan's thick eyelashes and pale pupils.

Song Huairan's pupils are very light, like faded amber, perhaps because of this, Ye Zhuming's pupils are very thick, as black as a speck of ink, always giving people a sense of aggression. A deep and uncomfortable feeling.

...Although for many people, Ye Zhuming is really not easy to mess with.

Lu Zhou's thoughts were wild and unconstrained, and he didn't notice the change in Song Huairan's eyes when he looked at him. At a certain moment, the brilliance flowed, like a mountain fire erupting and then returning to silence.

Song Huairan let him go.

Ye Zhuming put his hands on his lap, and his palms were sweating.

Lu Zhou was curious: "Did you see anything?"

Song Huairan still had that indifferent expression, first he turned his head to look at Ye Zhuming, seeing Ye Zhuming was noncommittal, he said, "Your life is very good."

Lu Zhou: "How about the specifics?"

Song Huairan: "Everything is fine."

No matter how you hear this, it sounds a bit perfunctory, Lu Zhou asked suspiciously, "Are you also flattering your brother's former boyfriends like this?"

Ye Zhuming:?

Song Huairan was also taken aback, when he was about to look at Ye Zhuming, his head was stuck by Lu Zhou, and he had to face him with a slightly funny attitude.

"Yes or no?"

Ye Zhuming stretched out his hand: "Hey, you—"

Lu Zhou reprimanded: "Shut up."

Ye Zhuming swallowed the words silently.

Song Huairan looked at him for a moment, his voice was still clear and gentle: "Nothing, before you, I have never seen my brother have other boyfriends."

Lu Zhou let go, and asked Ye Zhuming, "Did you teach him to say that?"

Ye Zhuming: "I can still predict that you will fish for law enforcement?"

Satisfied, Lu Zhou even took out his wallet: "Should I—"

Ye Zhuming wanted to stop it, but Song Huairan actually took a coin from Lu Zhou.

"That's it-" Song Huairan explained, "If you know something, you must lose something. If I don't take your money now, you may suffer later."

Lu Zhou nodded ignorantly, Ye Zhuming looked at him, and said softly: "Huairan and I still have something to talk about, it's rather boring, do you want to stay and listen or go to rest first? It might be late, you should rest It’s better to choose a room farther away.”

These words seemed to be for Lu Zhou to choose, but there was no room for him.Lu Zhou understood what he meant, and didn't think it was serious that Ye Zhuming wanted to avoid talking with him, so he stood up very understandingly: "It's okay, I'll go downstairs to soak in a hot spring, you just chat."

The reception room door closed, and then the door opened and closed again.

The relaxed expression on Ye Zhuming's face immediately became dignified. He sat upright and looked at Song Huairan.

"See what's wrong?"

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Many ranks in the Pingju Bureau are only useful in their system, and no one recognizes them outside the unit.Ye Peacock's rank is a bit inflated, and his academic qualifications do not meet the current regulations on appointment of some cadres, but because of the special organization, it is not considered a bug—— right?

Calculating the college entrance examination questions in advance is something that people with this ability would not do, and it is very detrimental to morality. (The novel is set privately, don't substitute reality)