when you are in love

Chapter 7 I have nothing better to do except my father...

Wen Yishan nodded with an "oh", leaned on her desk and asked, "What's your transfer student number?"

"Class Seven is a key class, and the student numbers are arranged according to their grades."

"I'm number 18."

Song Jinyu smiled: "I am number 49."

"There were originally 48 people in our class, so we just lined up like this. It's so unfair." Wen Yishan seemed to be aggrieved for her, with a weird smile on her face.

Song Jinyu took out the draft paper and said in a low voice, "If I knew I was promoted, I would have applied for No. [-] High School with you."

"No need to transfer schools halfway."

Wen Yishan still had her unknown smile on her face, and her tone of voice became irrelevant, "But it's all in a different direction, I hope you can keep up with our progress."

"High school is no different than junior high school. The teacher's lectures are like riding a rocket. Once you lose your mind, you will never understand again."

"By the way, we have an exam for the summer homework in a few days, what should you do?"

As she said, she turned around and brought out a stack of bound test papers: "Do you want to take it and make a photocopy?"

Song Jinyu has never been in love with Shen Lu like this moment.

The corner of her mouth bent unconsciously, and she took out the uniform summer homework from her schoolbag, and said, "I wrote it, is it this?"

Wen Yishan: "Where did you find it?"

"Our school's questions are all arranged by the head of the teaching and research group, so they won't be posted on the Internet."

Song Jinyu: "There are classmates I know in other classes who helped me out."

Wen Yishan hastily put down hers and grabbed Song Jinyu's.She not only saw Song Jinyu's neat and beautiful handwriting, but also found that she had written it all.

The smile on his face gradually disappeared.

Even though she knew that she might have copied it, but she didn't finish copying it after others finished copying it, so there was no reason to feel guilty or flustered.

"Jinyu, you are really good," Wen Yishan forced a smile, and threw her homework back, "You are more serious than me in the No. [-] middle school."

"My mother likes you very much. Since I was a child, I said that you look at Song Jinyu, who studies better than you, takes the piano test faster, and is polite and sensible. Compared with you, I have nothing better than my father..."

Her voice was not loud, but the deskmate who was copying homework, as well as the students in front, left and right, all turned their heads involuntarily.

The air froze for two seconds.

Song Jinyu twitched the corners of her mouth and smiled softly: "You and your mother know quite a lot, and the chat is quite extensive."

She didn't even know that Papa Song, who spoiled her so much, was not her own.

Because Song's father has been hiding it, pampering and coaxing him.

"Jinyu, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry," Wen Yishan hurried over and apologized in a super soft voice, "I didn't mean it."

"I really didn't mean to."

"You do not want……"

"What are you sorry for?" Song Jinyu held the pen, the tip of the pen delicately hanging on the test paper, and raised her eyelids to look at her.

"...It's fine if you don't mind." Wen Yishan seemed to be really sorry and said, "I'll buy you something to drink after class, okay?"

"You must not be familiar with the school. I'll take you around and introduce it to you."

"Don't be angry."

Song Jinyu ignored her.

As soon as the class bell rang, as the teacher entered the door, the classroom was completely quiet from the noise.

Wen Yishan was very considerate to her.

During the small class break, she was introduced to the water room and toilet of the teaching building.

Tell her about class distribution and offices.

When she was going to fetch water, she passed Class [-] and took a look into the classroom, but she didn't see Shen Du.

Shen Wan inexplicably gives people a reliable sense of security.

Although he has a harsh personality, has a poisonous mouth, and even arranges homework for her, but the tutor is full of politeness, and even shows a kind of self-cultivation that is desirable from time to time.

That's something that ordinary people's children don't have.

(End of this chapter)