A Joyful Boy: From Meeting the Drunk Song Qian

[The Sound of Music: Yes, my child is in their final year of high school, and I've also divorced my husband. Recently, my child's grades have dropped a few places, and they're throwing a tantrum. I want to talk to someone. Do you have time?]

"High school senior year, divorce, child's grades slipping?"

"Isn't that Song Qian?" Su Chen was stunned and subconsciously tapped the screen.

[A Quiet Happiness: I remember you're from Beijing, right? Is your child attending Chunfeng Middle School?]

[The Sound of Music: Do you know this school?]

"Holy crap! No way?!" Shan exclaimed.

104: Song Qian: Is this guy looking for a partner or making a wish?

Su Chen was utterly shocked.

But thinking about it, it's a bit strange.

"I remember Song Qian was also playing Farmville all the time, right? I think she never stopped playing it."

"If it wasn't her, then who was it that bumped into her so hard?"

[A low-key happiness: Chunfeng Middle School, everyone in Beijing knows it. Your child's grades have probably slipped because they haven't adjusted yet since the start of the school year.]

[The Sound of Music: I said the same thing, but he just felt he hadn't learned well and locked himself in his room.]

Su Chen is also a seasoned chatterbox.

With gentle guidance and reassurance, the conversation quickly reached a point where it was almost over.

Late-night heart-to-heart talk count +1 (4/10)

Upon hearing the system notification, Su Chen's lips curled up slightly.

"If it can be used on netizens, then things are much better."

Although most netizens are unwilling to reveal their real identities, there are always some who, like those on The Sound of Music tonight, will expose their true feelings.

With a little explanation, you can complete the task; it should be finished in less than half a month.

After chatting.

They said goodnight to each other.

Su Chen could roughly guess the other party's identity.

That's Qian Sanyi's mother, Pei Yin.

Unexpectedly, the other party turned out to be his online friend, someone he had added for several years without speaking to.

Luckily, I forgot to mention her when I cleaned up my friends list last time.

Otherwise, it would be a huge loss.

"Looks like I can't delete this friend. There are thousands of them. Maybe I'll run into a few more like this again."

[Little Star: Are you there? I want to ask, if you were a boy, what kind of girl would you like?]

"Is that even a question?" Su Chen tapped the phone repeatedly.

[A low-key kind of happiness: gentle, virtuous, intellectual, feminine, with a good figure, and capable both in formal and domestic settings...]

[A quiet kind of happiness: Are you there? Where are you? Asleep?]

Su Chen: ? ? ? ? ? ?

On the other side of the phone.

Song Qian stared at her phone, her eyes filled with murderous intent.

I originally wanted to test what my ideal type was for Su Chen, but instead I received a long list of suggestions.

Is this the ideal type?

This is a fantasy type!

It's the kind of dream I wouldn't even dare to dream about.

Song Qian threw her phone aside: "I'll give you the cold shoulder tonight, we'll talk about it tomorrow."

the other side.

Pei Yin put down her phone and lay down on the sofa for a while.

He carried a glass of milk into Qian Sanyi's room.

"Don't stay up late, it's bad for your health."

"Mom, don't worry, this exam was just a mistake, it definitely won't affect me."

Pei Yin paused for a moment, then said, "Chen Jiajia is going to Chunfeng School soon. When you see her, please don't get upset, okay?"

Qian San paused for a moment.

Nod.

"Don't worry, you two divorced amicably, and Chen Jiajia is living with her father. No matter what, I won't have any conflicts with her."

"That's good~"

..

Imperial City Airport.

A tall, stylish woman arrived at the airport exit with her luggage.

Although her face was covered by aviator sunglasses.

But that couldn't diminish her youthful beauty.

She took off her glasses and shouted at the sky outside, "The capital city, I'm back!"

No sooner had the words left his mouth than an anxious voice rang out: "What are you doing? Don't you know your place now?!"

"Take your glasses back with you right away, what if the paparazzi take a picture of you?"

"Sister Ling, why are you being so cautious? This is my hometown!"

"My hometown won't work either."

Qiao Jingjing pursed her lips, then, as if remembering something, took out her phone and sent a message.

Just then, a black minivan appeared in front of the two of them.

The window is open.

"It must be Jingjing."

"Second Uncle?! You're here so early!"

"Of course! Come on up, I'll be your driver for the next few days!"

Sister Ling obviously knew Qiao Weidong as well. She put their luggage in the car, opened the back door, and got in.

Qiao Weidong was driving in front.

He would occasionally inquire about Qiao Jingjing's recent situation.

The two chatted for a short while before Sister Ling began to arrange her recent work.

Let alone Qiao Jingjing.

Even Qiao Weidong felt a headache coming on.

Qiao Jingjing listened to the arrangements obediently, then turned to look ahead: "Second Uncle, how's Yingzi doing lately? It's been so long since we last saw each other."

"How is my alma mater, Chunfeng, doing now? Is it still the same old school that only cares about studying?"

"Let me tell you, Chunfeng Middle School is really not what you think lately. They recently held a vote for some kind of school image ambassador, and it's made quite a stir."

Qiao Weidong said with a smile, "If you have time in the next couple of days, I'll take you back for a visit, let you see the old principal, and let you see what Chunfeng looks like now."

"Okay!~"

..

Office of Chunfeng Middle School.

Principal Tang sat in Zhao Rongbao's seat and looked at him.

"Do you know what's happened to the voting for this brand ambassador now?"

"It's become like the school openly electing its school's most beautiful and handsome students!"

Zhao Rongbao also looked helpless: "Principal, it's not my fault. I wrote it down above, that it's open to both men and women. My intention was to tell them not to overthink it."

“That’s not the problem.” Principal Tang opened the school’s official forum: “Look at what’s written on the forum.”

Zhao Rongbao leaned over and took a look.

[Everyone who has votes, hurry up and vote for Deng Xiaoqi! Those who have voted can come to me with their student ID and a screenshot to claim their QQ membership!]

Everyone, vote for Huang Zhitao! She's the true campus goddess!

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