I was treated as a little idiot by the black school grass

Nan Yirong's eyelashes trembled suddenly.

"What? Can't you?"

Nan Rongchang still had a smile on his face, seeing his reaction, the smile in his eyes became lighter.

"Okay." Nan Yirong put away his exposed emotions and nodded calmly, "I can do whatever you arrange."

"That's good."

Nan Rongchang withdrew his hand on his shoulder, exchanged glances with Gu Sijuan who was on the sofa, and changed the subject, "Are you fine for the next month?"

"No."

Nan Rongchang said with satisfaction: "Just in time, I found a remedial teacher for you, and he will come tomorrow. You will stay at home for this month and make up your remedial classes. Even if you want to take the art school, it depends on the results of the culture class, right? In the end Even if you don't get into the art school, you can see your college entrance examination results, and Dad can send you abroad."

Nan Yirong paused, his eyes swept over the faces of the two of them, and nodded, "Thank you, Dad."

The family reached a consensus, chatted a few more words, and returned to the room with their own concerns.

Back in the room, Nan Yirong immediately made a video call to Ran Yuanxing, and Ran Yuanxing answered in seconds.

The camera shakes a bit, revealing the boy's smiling face, he seems a little surprised, "Miss me?"

Nan Yirong is not a person who can express his emotions, and he never takes the initiative to make video calls to him.

From his radiant peach blossom eyes, Nan Yirong could feel his joy, and suddenly he couldn't say what he wanted to say.

"what happened?"

Seeing him staring at him without speaking, Ran Yuanxing immediately sensed something unusual, straightened his expression, and asked cautiously: "Is it a hot search thing that hasn't been dealt with? I just read the statement issued by Zhao Bowen and the competition official." , Isn’t the reaction of netizens okay?”

"It's not about hot searches." Nan Yirong paused for a while before answering him.

"What's that?" Ran Yuanxing was frightened by his hesitant attitude, and his expression became tense.

Nan Yirong lowered his head slightly, took a deep breath, and finally said: "We won't see each other for a while, and you don't come to my house to look for me."

"Why?" Ran Yuanxing was stunned.

Before they parted at night, they also planned their activities for the next few days, and they agreed to watch a movie together and go to the city library to study together.

The peach blossom eyes on the screen gradually dimmed. Nan Yirong reached out and touched his eyebrows, but did not answer directly, and whispered: "It's just that we don't meet each other. We can still make phone calls and video calls as usual."

"Why?" Ran Yuanxing paid attention to his expression, knowing that he didn't mean to break up, so he was a little bit stiffer.

Nan Yirong looked away, and the next second he heard the boy on the screen calling him softly and calling his full name.

"Nan Yirong, as you said, you have to be sincere and frank when you're in love."

Nan Yirong pursed his lips, raised his head, and the boy on the screen immediately approached his face. Seeing him like that, he seemed anxious to get out of the screen and shake his shoulders.

Nan Yirong smiled and sighed, and said slowly: "My mother took a picture of us on the street today, and now she and my father suspect that there is something between us. Although I tried my best, I can see that they are The two don't believe it, and may be waiting to catch us, so we should not meet for the time being, and we will talk about it when this matter is overturned."

Ran Yuanxing was startled, speechless for a while, and finally nodded reluctantly.

"One more thing," Nan Yirong didn't hide anything at all, and said directly, "School will start in September, and they will transfer me to Class 9."