A Joyful Boy: From Meeting the Drunk Song Qian

Back in the capital, I felt a pang of jealousy when I saw Tong Wenjie and the other girl hugging each other.

"What's wrong with me? Didn't I say I wouldn't stop him from meeting other women?"

Song Qian comforted herself.

Tong Wenjie, still holding Su Chen, asked in her ear, "Did you have a good time in Shanghai?"

Su Chen hugged her waist.

"It felt pretty good. I wandered around there a few times and bought a few clothes."

"What about daily life?"

"Of course, it's also part of daily life~"

Tong Wenjie spoke without any restraint, even in crude or vulgar language, so Su Chen naturally wasn't shy at all.

"You can."

Tong Wenjie watched as Su Chen patted his chest.

"Where are your new clothes? Why didn't you wear them back to look at them?"

"There are only a few suits, and one of them was made to order but hasn't been delivered yet."

Su Chen was also helpless.

The custom-made suit I bought on the first day still hasn't been made.

I asked Wang Manni.

He said that because his photos were so handsome, the designers there wanted to design a style that would be more suitable for Su Chen's height and proportions.

This is interesting.

A week has passed and there's still no word about the clothes. The stores here are much better.

Even if I see that he has a good physique, I would only think of giving him the clothes from the store.

Instead of taking a picture and telling him to go back and wait for his clothes.

"Were you the only one who bought it? What about Song Qian?"

"Of course there are, but you'll have to ask when you get back, since some clothes can't be worn outside."

Tong Wenjie's eyes lit up for some reason when she heard Su Chen described in this way.

His breathing became slightly heavier.

"Hey you three, when are you planning to get on the bus? If I keep stopping here, I'll get a ticket."

The driver's side window rolled down, and Fang Yuan's head popped out.

Pointing to the front and rear cameras.

"Why are you rushing me? We've finally met, we should at least have a chat."

Tong Wenjie rolled her eyes and pulled on the trunk of their luggage.

Song Qian asked, "Wow, that's impressive, bringing your husband along."

"What else can I do? Drive around and watch you two being all lovey-dovey?"

Tong Wenjie closed the trunk lid, looked at Song Qian and smiled, "Impossible!"

Song Qian rolled her eyes at her; this girl's head was always occupied with something.

Why have we been talking about this ever since we arrived?

Song Qian glanced at her outfit today: a white jacket.

There was a lot of fluff floating around outside.

She was wearing a black wool sweater, which was tucked into her long skirt.

She wore a burgundy long dress with black stockings and 5-centimeter high heels.

It shows off your figure while also keeping you warm.

It's obvious she dressed up on purpose.

Following Tong Wenjie to the car, Su Chen opened the passenger door and looked at Tong Wenjie.

"Please sit down. I'd like to have a good talk with Song Qian."

After finishing his conversation during the Spring Festival, Su Chen pulled Song Qian to sit in the back row. Su Chen didn't know why she was in such a hurry.

He pulled the door open and sat in the passenger seat.

As soon as he got in the car, Fang Yuan stepped on the gas and drove off quickly; otherwise, he would be fined.

After leaving the airport area, Fang Yuan relaxed and looked up at the rearview mirror.

"Teacher Song, how was your trip to Beijing these past few days? Did Jingjing take you to see any celebrities? Did she take any photos?"

"There were no celebrities there. She only invited us over because she was on holiday for the Lunar New Year."

Song Qian said to the two of them.

Fang Yuan then asked some questions about Shanghai, and Su Chen and Song Qian answered one by one.

To the end.

Song Qian asked, "Why are you two so interested in life in Shanghai?"

The two paused for a moment.

Fang Yuan looked in the rearview mirror and laughed: "Actually, we intended for Fang Yifan to go to school in Shanghai."

"That's great! The Shanghai Theatre Academy is one of the best in the country, no worse than the one in Beijing." Song Qian looked at Tong Wenjie excitedly: "What was Fang Yifan's score on the arts entrance exam? What score do he need on the academic portion to get into Shanghai?"

"...That's just what we thought back then!"

Speaking of the art exam results, Tong Wenjie got angry: "I originally thought this child had some talent in dance, so I let him take the art exam, but his results were terrible!"

"He wouldn't even rank among the top schools in the capital. He still needs to score 400 or 500 points in his academic subjects. Do you think it's even worth it for him to apply to an arts school?"

Tong Wenjie was also furious.

I argued with him a lot about this back then, but in the end I gave in to his wishes.

This is the score I got on the art exam.

Let's ignore him.

He'll probably only get into a third-tier university, whatever, his grades in his major courses are too bad anyway.

This is different from regular exams. Even if you score high on your general education exams, you may still not be able to get into a university if you have poor grades in your major courses.

We are now in a dilemma.

"If all else fails, just give him a bachelor's degree. After all, he's the one who has to walk his own path, so there's no use getting angry."

Fang Yuan has come to terms with it now.

Instead of getting angry about things that are in the past, it's better to look forward.

"Forget it, let's not talk about these things." Tong Wenjie stood up, resting her head in the gap between the driver and passenger seats, and turned to look at Su Chen: "Do you know the results of Wang Yidi, Chen Jiajia, and Deng Xiaoqi's art exams this time?"

"I really don't know that. None of them told me." Su Chen turned her head and looked at the pretty face in front of her. A fragrance wafted towards her.

It has a faint, refreshing lotus fragrance.

I couldn't resist closing my eyes and taking a sniff.

Seeing his expression, Tong Wenjie felt a surge of smugness.

She knew Su Chen had a keen sense of smell, so she specially chose the perfume.

It has a mild smell.

But it leaves a lasting impression.

The original plan was to let Su Chen smell it at the airport.

Fang Yuan interrupted him.

It seems this perfume smells pretty good now.

“All three of them have excellent grades. As long as their academic scores exceed 400, they can basically choose any art school in Beijing.”

"so smart!"

Su Chen chuckled softly as the faces of the three girls appeared in his mind.

"But why didn't they tell me?"

"I guess she wanted to surprise you," Fang Yuan reminded her from the side, then glanced at Tong Wenjie: "But your Aunt Wenjie told you."

"If those three girls found out, they'd probably hate her to death."

"Hey!" Tong Wenjie whispered in Su Chen's ear, "Then when we get back, just pretend you don't know anything. I don't want them to hold a grudge against me."

"Don't worry, with me here, how could I possibly let you hate me?"

336: Tong Wenjie tries on clothes