Abused Alpha Quits

Before the physics teacher talked to Song's father and Song's mother about the reporter, he saw Song's mother keep asking:

"Really don't need money?"

"Board and lodging, teaching assistants, travel expenses, training expenses, nothing?"

"A week, is it all the school pays out of its own pocket? Or, the school pays for the final award, and the one who does not win the award, then make up the money?"

The physics teacher listened to Song Mu's babble and talk, and suddenly he didn't want to tell the reporter about the interview at the entrance of the examination room.

He really didn't want his poor ears to suffer from the devastation of the magic sound again.

What's more, even if reporters want to interview, they will not necessarily interview Song. When watching a charity performance not long ago, the couple's actions clearly contradicted the TV station's interview with their daughter.

But he is now worried, if the couple knows from other places that reporters will be interviewing, will they go crazy and make trouble in the examination room?

Or even if you don't go to the exam room to make trouble, come back to school to make trouble again, or throw your anger on Classmate Song.

Oops, it's really a headache.

"Teacher, why didn't you answer me?" Seeing that the physics teacher was silent, Mother Song became more suspicious: "Teacher, if you don't say clearly, I will be flustered."

The physics teacher reluctantly regained his consciousness: "The training camp and the registration fee for the competition are not required. Because of the strength shown by classmate Song and she is the candidate unanimously recommended by the teachers, even if she fails to win the award, the school will not let it. She pays the fee."

The implication is that only those students who are not unanimously recommended by the teacher and who are not strong enough, but want to participate in training camps and competitions, have to pay.

Mother Song breathed a sigh of relief: "Oh, this way, I understand."

Father Song wanted to smoke, but seeing the teacher here, he still endured: "Which city did you go to?"

"Nebula City."

He took out his mobile phone, opened WeChat, and sent a message to Yinyin. He is usually used to voice speeches. At this time, due to the presence of outsiders, he had to type word by word.

[Yinyin, Xiaoyan’s teacher said that he would take Xiaoyan to the Nebula City for a week of training, and then participate in the competition. The time is from this Thursday to the next Monday. Do you think it’s okay? 】

When Xu Lingyin received the news, she was on vacation in the South City of Xingyun City. She was wearing a goose-yellow bikini and lying under a huge parasol. Yu Qinyi was helping her apply sunscreen.

A pair of slender hands wandered on her back, force

Dao Jin is soft and moderate, bringing comfortable pleasure and ultimate enjoyment.

If it weren't for the sudden notification tone from the earphones, she would have fallen asleep.

Originally came to this city, one is to relax and relax, and the other is to accompany Shu Junhao and Yu Qinyi to participate in variety shows.

Yu Qin suggested that she opened her eyes, first smiled softly at her, and then asked: "Lingyin, let me get you a glass of juice, what would you like to drink?"

"Honey pomegranate juice."

"Okay, wait for me."

Xu Lingyin wanted the waiter who came with her to pick it up, but now she wants to return Song's father's news, so it's okay to take Yu Qinyi away.

While she was going to get the juice, Xu Lingyin looked down at her mobile phone. The competition in Nebula City was definitely a five-university competition. The examination room was in the North City of Nebula City, and the training camp was also in the North City, which was far away from the South City.

My father was discussing business abroad and my mother went with him. The two of them never paid attention to this kind of competition.

It's no problem to let Song Miyan go.

Moreover, in Xu Lingyin's heart, Beicheng No. 1 Middle School is not good for teachers or educational resources. Song Miyan was a student leader in Beicheng No. 1 Middle School, but it was not enough to put it in a big environment like the whole country.

She just wanted Song Qiyan to see the world, give her a blow, and let her recognize her level well.

So, he returned a [Yes. 】

Seeing Yinyin said that there was no problem, Song's father agreed to Xiaoyan with his physics teacher.

This surprised the physics teacher, because after he thought about it, he still said that there would be a reporter interview in the examination room. He thought that Song's father and Song's mother would have to hesitate for a while, but he did not expect to agree so readily.

After school on Wednesday

Song Moyan seemed to be absent-minded for Ye Ci tutoring.

"what happened to you?"

Ye Ci looked at her worriedly. In fact, after Monday’s mark, she thought the two of them would have to stay awkward for a while, but Song suddenly seemed to let go, although when she looked at her, her eyes were still shining. Slightly shy, but tried hard to get closer.

It felt like the lop-eared rabbit was finally willing to touch her ears.

Although occasionally awkward, she will turn her back, but after a while, she will turn around again and look at you softly with clear eyes.

That kind of look, trust and attachment, sincere and pure.

In this line of sight, Ye Ci felt warm all over.

But someone still refuses to admit that he is Miss Osmanthus dancing in black veil.

——"Say, I'm not black yarn, and she doesn't need the clothes, why do you still keep them? Don't take up space."

"No, my wardrobe is very big anyway. I will keep it for Miss Osmanthus. When she wants it again, maybe I have to charge some storage fees?"

——"She won't have the day she wants. Don't ask me how I know, I just know it anyway."

Thinking of the conversation between the two not long ago, Ye Ci shrugged his shoulders slightly and wanted to laugh when thinking of the lop-eared hare.

But the current classmate Song, with soft hair hanging down her shoulders, and slender eyelashes, which are obviously very gentle and slender, gave Ye Ci a feeling that she was sad.

Song Miyan raised his head and looked at Ye Ci. His eyes, like water, were no longer clear, but dark shadows filled his mind, "Ye Ci, can you help me?"

"Did you encounter something?"

Song Miyan nodded first, then pursed his lips, appearing a little struggling, and he seemed to have made up his mind for a long while, saying, "I don't know who else to look for except you. I...I suspect I am not the biological daughter of my parents."

Ok? !

Ye Ci blinked for a moment.

Song Miyan looked a little ugly at her reaction: "Do you think I'm thinking about it?"

Ye Ci touched his nose with a guilty conscience. To be honest, when he first heard her say this, he was muttering in his heart if she was thinking about it.

Song Qiyan snorted, feeling extremely sad.

Originally, she was aware that she might not be the biological child of her parents, and there might even be someone who has been monitoring herself for many years. She was flustered and helpless enough. She believed in Ye Ci so much, but Ye Ci did. Don't believe what I said.

Such "unfairness" made her eyes sore, and she felt aggrieved to tears.

What happiness can only be given by this person in a lifetime, and what this person gives her now is sadness and distrust.

Song Yao stood up and wanted to leave, but was held back by Ye Ci.

"That... I don't believe you, or..."

Seeing that Song's slender body was struggling more severely, Ye Ci put his arms around her tightly, and softened his voice and said, "How do you want me to help you? Huh?"

"What do you say, I will do it, okay?"

Song Miyan was said by her soft words, her ears were reddish, and she couldn't help but tremble slightly. As soon as she was about to speak, she saw the aunt standing at the door, holding a tray in one hand, and covering her eyes with a virtual hand:

"Oh, I'll give you some tea, and I will go out immediately, and it won't affect you."

Song Miyan was startled, and Yu Guang saw the figure reflected on the glass, Ye Ci circled her from behind, and the two leaned close together.

If the face was red with anger before, then it is blush now.

She moved her arm: "You, you let me go first."