A Joyful Boy: From Meeting the Drunk Song Qian

Then it came back.

It pecked Su Chen on the cheek, then turned and ran away.

Deng Xiaoqi ran to the car, panting heavily.

The crimson stain on his face hadn't yet faded.

"Xiaoqi, who is that boy?" Deng Xiaoqi's mother, Deng Xinhua, asked with a smile from the driver's seat.

She noticed that Deng Xiaoqi and Su Chen's relationship was unusual from the moment she saw them arrive at the door together.

That just now made her even more certain.

The title of "socialite in the capital" isn't given lightly.

"He was my classmate and also my deskmate."

Deng Xiaoqi fastened her seatbelt. Seeing that Deng Xinhua wasn't driving, she urged, "Hurry up and drive!"

Deng Xinhua smiled at her.

Drive away.

Boys can't easily guess what girls are thinking, except during the dating period.

It couldn't be easier to guess.

Watching Deng Xiaoqi leave, Su Chen walked back.

Suddenly the phone rang.

It was Wang Yidi who sent him the message, asking where she was.

As a result, Su Chen looked up.

All I could see was a little head looking at him from above.

Wang Yidi seemed to have noticed his gaze as well, and quickly scurried back inside, sending a message to Su Chen.

The person you're seeing isn't me.

Yes, yes, I didn't see you, I saw a cute little thing.

Su Chen chuckled.

Strangely, chatting with Wang Yidi actually gave him a feeling of being in love.

Looks pretty.

Little arrogance.

He's also a bit silly in some things.

It's quite likable.

of course.

The premise is that she's not there; the key is that she interrupts.

back home.

Lin Miaomiao was lying on the sofa watching TV, which was not surprising at all.

He was eating snacks.

While eating and laughing, Su Chen said, "I've made a lot of weird and wonderful things before, so be careful when you eat them."

"Alright, alright!"

Lin Miaomiao waved her hand: "They're just some high-protein insects. As long as they're cooked, I'm willing to eat them."

Su Chen ignored her.

Back in my bedroom, I browsed the internet for a bit.

I also looked at the comments in the novel's review section.

feeling good.

"Okay, another happy day of writing."

Open the word processing software.

Su Chen's hands flew across the keyboard.

With the added mental strength he gained today, he recalled a lot of content from the novel.

With no one to hinder them, their hands flew across the keyboard.

The speed also increased from 8,000 to 9,500.

But it didn't stop there.

It continues to rise.

Nine thousand seven!

Nine thousand eight!

Nine thousand ninety-nine!

In the blink of an eye, Su Chen's hands reached an astonishing speed of 9,900.

Although he hasn't been playing games lately, both massage and cooking have enhanced his hands to some extent.

His hand speed easily surpassed the previous limit.

"Nine thousand nine, still not breaking ten thousand."

Su Chen felt it was a bit of a pity.

In his previous life, he had seen those top writers write at speeds of 20,000 words per hour.

His hands were practically phantoms.

It looks incredibly impressive.

He's only at 9,900 now, and he still has a long way to go.

"Just you wait, I'll become the man with the fastest hands sooner or later!"

..

At the entrance of Chunfeng Middle School, Fang Yuan picked up Fang Yifan and took him home.

He handed the thermos to Tong Wenjie.

"Sweep this up, we need to return it to Teacher Song tomorrow."

"what?"

Tong Wenjie was taken aback when she saw the thermos: "How did Teacher Song's thermos end up in your hands?"

"And why are there three?"

"Teacher Song originally intended to deliver food to Yingzi, Su Chen, and Miaomiao, but..."

Before Fang Yuan could finish speaking, Fang Yifan interrupted, "Since Su Chen and the others got out of school early, we drank this stuff."

"But to be honest, Mom, Aunt Song's cooking is definitely better than yours."

"If you're so capable, don't eat my food. You're just being picky, aren't you?"

Tong Wenjie rolled her eyes at him.

Fang Yuan took the thermos to the kitchen and followed, hugging his shoulders and leaning against the cabinet: "I saw Teacher Song today and she looked great. I was thinking of asking her for her beauty secrets so we could learn from her."

"But they wouldn't tell me."

"Good skin?" Tong Wen was taken aback for a moment, then thought of a possibility and burst out laughing.

"Maybe it's just because I'm in a good mood."

"Hey~ I think you two are really best friends, you say almost the same things."

"Do you know why she's in a good mood?"

Fang Yuan was a little curious.

It's important to know that ever since Song Qian and Qiao Weidong divorced, her entire focus has been on Qiao Yingzi.

Whether it's cooking, eating, or studying.

Everyone has to go through the process of getting hurt themselves. Let alone a woman, even a man couldn't withstand such high-intensity service.

So she looked extremely nervous.

It has now been discovered.

Song Qian seemed much more relaxed, as if she had let go of many worries.

This made Fang Yuan very curious.

He asked in a low voice, "You...do you think Teacher Song has someone she likes?"

"What are you saying? Go get the rice, don't stand here and cause me trouble." Before Fang Yuan could finish his question, Tong Wenjie pushed him out.

Wait until he's gone.