Qian Yan saw Gao Zhou at the school gate. After confirming that he had not studied much since junior high school, he asked him to find all the junior high school textbooks.
She checked Gaozhou's schoolbag again and saw that there were no books or pens inside, so she reminded: "All the stationery that should be prepared is ready."
"Sister Yan, are you really sure you want to help me with this piece of mud?" He had been in class all afternoon. This time he didn't sleep during class time. He listened carefully throughout the class, but he couldn't understand.
The Chinese class was okay, but I felt drowsy after listening to other classes. If I hadn't gritted my teeth to support myself, I might have fallen asleep early.
One afternoon, he finally woke up. No matter how much Sister Yan encouraged him, he was really just a shapeless piece of mud now.
“Are you going to give in before you’ve even tried it?”
Gao Zhou couldn't bear to hear anyone provoking him. Thinking of Qian Yan's words that made his blood boil before, thinking about the possibility of becoming the master of the game world, he couldn't bear to give up just like that.
"I will prepare all the textbooks for junior high school."
The original owner had junior high school textbooks at home, with neat notes on them. He asked Gao Zhou to look for them on his own, which of course had a purpose.
After bidding farewell to Gaozhou, Qianyan was about to take the bus home when he turned around and saw Zhou Binghuai standing on the side of the road outside the school gate.
At the right time, a car stopped in front of Zhou Binghuai, the passenger door was pushed open, and a woman stuck her head out. The distance was not very far, Qianyan heard Zhou Binghuai's name for the woman, and it turned out that this was Zhou Binghuai's mother Zhou Xuezhen.
I don't know if Qian Yan's gaze was too direct. Zhou Xuezhen noticed it and subconsciously stared at her position. Her gentle smile faded, her brows furrowed, and her slightly sharp and scrutinizing gaze fell on Qian Yan.
"Xiaohuai, do you know that girl?"
Zhou Binghuai turned around, followed Zhou Xuezhen's gaze and saw Qian Yan, and said in a light voice: "I don't know him."
Zhou Xuezhen checked carefully and found that the girl didn't seem to be looking at Zhou Binghuai. She seemed to be looking at her. She didn't care so much anymore and the smile returned to her face.
The car door has been closed, but Zhou Xuezhen's topic has not ended.
"Does Xiaohuai have a girl he likes?"
Although Zhou Xuezhen was driving, she was paying attention to Zhou Binghuai's every move out of the corner of her eye. She was very satisfied when she saw that he didn't react at all to this incident.
"No."
"Does any girl like Xiaohuai?"
Zhou Binghuai still didn't react much, as if he was answering a very common question: "I don't know."
"Then don't worry, mom. Now is the critical time for you. Don't think about those messy things. If anyone disturbs your study, go home and tell me."
"Mom won't let anyone ruin your future."
"Love and love at this time are nothing. Don't let these affect your studies. When you grow up, you will understand that your mother will not harm you."
"After spending so much time training you, you can't let mom down. I've worked hard to persevere all these years, all for you. If it weren't for you, mom wouldn't be able to survive."
"Xiao Huai, you are my mother's all hope."
"I know, mom." Zhou Binghuai looked straight ahead.
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Qian Yan walked into the old community. Maybe she was dressed clean and fresh today, and everyone who saw her was a little surprised.
She had no intention of greeting these people and walked straight home.
People in the community are very talkative, especially in this kind of resettlement housing community. We all know each other before and like to sit together and chat when nothing happens.
This chapter has been completed!