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"In the study." Shi Yuanmu spoke happily.

"Oh." Ming Zhao ignored him and stood up and walked quickly towards the study.

But behind him, Shi Yuanmu also followed.

Although he was in a wheelchair, it was an advanced intelligent silent wheelchair. He was walking a little faster than Ming Zhao in action!

So, when she arrived at the study, the man also arrived.

He didn't give Ming Zhao the chance to leave without getting his schoolbag. The moment she bent over to get her schoolbag, he locked the door of the study with his backhand.

Ming Zhao rolled his eyes, ignored him, turned around and took over the master's desk.

The desk is taller than the average, and so is the chair.

The high chair was moderately soft and hard, and it just held up the person's cervical spine and back, and it felt very comfortable to sit on it. Ming Zhao looked at it, raised his hand and adjusted the too-high backrest to his own angle, then unzipped the zipper of his schoolbag and took out his homework from it.

Thick stack.

Ming Zhao flipped over it and suddenly felt a little ache in his head.

Why do you have to force so many assignments for such a simple assignment or such a simple question?

"As compensation for pressing you last night." Shi Yuanmu seemed to see through her thoughts and spoke in a noble and shallow manner: "I can write a part for you."

Ming Zhao immediately raised his head.

Her pair of black and white apricot eyes looked at Shi Yuanmu's handsome face, and her eyes turned.

"The premise is, don't talk about going back." Shi Yuanmu approached the desk, only one meter away from Mingzhao.

I vaguely heard him sighing, and there was a hint of helplessness in his eyes.

Ming Zhao hesitated for only a second, then quickly looked at his thick homework, nodded and handed him a few of the particularly thick ones, "Trade!"

Shi Yuanmu went to Mingzhao to adjust the position, and then took out two pens from the bookshelf.

He looked at Ming Zhao's handwriting, imitated it on the draft paper for a moment, and then he began to write seriously.

Ming Zhao first wrote a page of mathematics. When she heard the "swish swish swish" next to her, she couldn't help but look over.

Probably he wanted to imitate his handwriting, so he didn't write it very quickly, but every word seemed to be very serious. His eyebrows and eyes drooped slightly, and the light shone on his head, leaving a light shadow on his eyelids.

The world seems to have completely quieted down.

Ming Zhao rubbed his sore arms, and after a while he withdrew his gaze and continued to write the next page.

However, Shi Yuanmu curled her lips as if nothing had happened when she looked away.

"The Spring Festival will be in a few days." He wrote and said softly: "What are your arrangements?"

arrange?

Ming Zhao shook his head.

"Then bring Aunt Mei and let's go to the capital for the New Year's Eve together?" Shi Yuanmu raised his eyes and looked at him. His deep eyes seemed to be covered with stars, "There are very beautiful fireworks."

She paused her pen tip and raised her head.

Ming Zhao didn't expect Shi Yuanmu would suddenly make such a proposal.

Although he had said before that he would go to the capital together during holidays, he had never mentioned taking Aunt Mei with him.

However, Ming Zhao watched Aunt Mei recover day by day and wanted to find some opportunity to take her out for fun. However, Aunt Mei was particularly worried about spending money, so she was definitely unwilling to move without any reason.

"Okay." Ming Zhao responded decisively.

If Shi Yuanmu went to invite him, Aunt Mei would agree!

The phone was shocked at this moment. Ming Zhao picked it up and saw that it was Mr. Bai’s voice message.

——I decided which painting to use, but the painting was at my home in Beijing, so I had to wait for me to find a way to transport it to Jincheng. At that time, you are not allowed to pay any debts!

After hearing this, she curled her lips and chuckled and replied, "No need to send it to Jincheng."

“I’ll serve you at home.”

-

Mingjia Villa.

Ever since the parent-teacher meeting, the atmosphere in Ming’s family has been very bad.

Ming Yiqing locked herself in the room without eating or drinking. Mr. Ming and Mrs. Ming were upset and too lazy to coax her.

Sitting in the room, Ming Yiqing became more and more desperate as she waited.

She repeatedly looked at her phone, hoping that there would be some new news, but... still not.

The parent-teacher meeting ended that day. Although she was angry after receiving the punishment, she still did not lose her mind. She secretly put the calligraphy she had practiced countless times in the Go room!

She had observed the route of Sang Jingyu taking Master Sang Wei to visit, but now there is only the teaching building left.

The Sang family has such a strong interest in Go, so naturally they will not miss visiting the Go room, so she is almost certain that this is the only way for Sang Wei and Sang Jingyu!

Since the last time I discovered that batch of Aunt Mei’s calligraphy, Ming Yiqing has been practicing diligently every day.

She wrote several bottles of ink alone, two pieces of brush were broken, and countless rice papers were thrown out. After this hard imitation and practice, her calligraphy can now be almost exactly the same.

Although the character there is still a bit lacking, it is enough to gain the green eyes of Old Bai!

Ming Yiqing expected it was good.

That day, Sang Jingyu indeed took Sang Wei to the Go room and took out the game of Go that god-like game.

Since this game of chess is very famous, after it was cracked, the chessboard was found by the school to keep it. It is still a chess game intact.

"This kid, if he can come up with such a way to break the situation, he should be a talent with a broad mind and vision." Sang Wei said, unable to help sighing, "I thought I had discovered a rookie in the Go world. If I was a good seedling, I would still want to keep it by my side and cultivate it well, but it's a pity...ah."

Sang Jingyu stood there, watching the game of chess, his eyes slightly moved.

Until now, he still couldn't imagine how Ming Yiqing had made such a magical move.

Thinking of my childhood encounter again...

Sang Jingyu hesitated for a moment, and said softly: "Many geniuses are more likely to go astray, so will Ming Yiqing... still have the possibility of turning back?"

Sang Wei glanced at him, and explored with silk in his eyes, "Why are you so tolerant of her?"

He knew his son's character, and he always couldn't rub the sand in his eyes. He looked at people in black or white. He was rigorous and serious, and could not tolerate flaws and mistakes in character and behavior.

But he tolerated Ming Yiqing again and again.

"My childhood..." Sang Jingyu spoke, and finally told this dusty thing for many years.

Sang Wei was a little surprised. Logically speaking, it is said that when a child grows up, his character should not change so much when he grows up.

"Why are you sure that the child was Ming Yiqing back then?" Sang Wei suddenly said: "Did you exchange names with her at that time?"

When asked about this, Sang Jingyu was a little stopped, "No."

Why sure?

Sang Wei suddenly stopped, looked at the table beside him, and took two steps to the front.
Chapter completed!