I asked you to take your sister to school, and you fell in love with the teacher.

The old man was very happy.

If the decoration style of a room can show a person's psychological age, then Jiang Wan must have a pink girl's heart.

Because her bedroom has its own style, rose-colored wardrobe and walls, fluffy and soft lazy sofa like white clouds, and bells hanging on the window swaying in the wind.

Jiang Wan also placed a lot of figures on the desk and bedside table, such as Ace the Fire Fist, Kaito Kidd, Gojo Satoru...

Zhang Jinqing didn't know these anime characters, but he could feel that they looked very powerful.

"Classmate, do you usually play games?"

Jiang Wan lay on the lazy sofa with a game console in his hand.

Zhang Jinqing thought for a while and said weakly: "I play Candy Crush occasionally."

There are so many kids playing games now, and many junior high school students and even elementary school students can show off their amazing skills.

In comparison, Zhang Jinqing, who only plays Candy Crush, can be regarded as a breath of fresh air.

"Do you play other games besides Candy Crush?"

Zhang Jinqing shook his head: "No."

Jiang Wan wanted to say that I can teach you, but he swallowed the words back.

Because everyone's physique is different, some people play games to combine work and rest, but some people play games and their academic performance plummets.

If Zhang Jinmeng's academic performance is affected after playing games, it will be bad.

"In fact, it's good not to play games. You don't have to get up early and stay up late every day to do tasks. It's like going to work. No, to be precise, it's more tiring than going to work."

Speaking of games, Jiang Wan has a lot of feelings.

Nowadays, games are getting more and more liver-intensive. It's not people playing games, but games playing people.

Even a top-level player like Jiang Wan has been slowly reducing his weekly gaming time without realizing it.

It’s not that he can’t play anymore, but that the games are becoming less and less fun. Those manufacturers only want to make money and don’t put their heart into making content!

Of course, Star Dome Railway is an exception.

Because Jiang Wan won ten consecutive double golds today, and the weapon pool was also won in thirty draws.

Fun and love to play~

“Classmate, do you follow dramas?”

Jiang Wan asked again, trying to find a common topic with Zhang Jinqing.

“No.” Zhang Jinqing shook her head again.

She neither follows dramas nor plays games, and she rarely uses her smartphone. It’s completely the lifestyle of a retired old cadre.

“So what do you do at home on holidays?” Jiang Wan blinked, full of curiosity.

“Practicing calligraphy and piano with my sister, and playing Sudoku.”

Jiang Wan tried to put herself into Zhang Jinqing’s life. Well, she can’t leave her phone during her holidays.

Even if she doesn’t play games, she has to keep her phone in her pocket.

The weight of the phone is reassuring!

"Classmate, you spend your vacation practicing calligraphy and piano, don't you feel bored?" Jiang Wan tilted his head and asked in confusion.

Zhang Jinqing shook his head: "No, I think it's very interesting."

"Practicing calligraphy can calm your heart and cultivate your character."

"Then your handwriting must be very beautiful!"

Faced with Jiang Wan's praise, Zhang Jinqing's face immediately blushed: "Not beautiful, my father, mother and sister, their handwriting is better than mine."

"Is Teacher Zhang's handwriting also beautiful?"

Jiang Wan had never seen Zhang Mengqing's handwriting, and he was immediately interested when he heard his deskmate say this.

Zhang Jinqing nodded: "Yes, my sister won a prize in a calligraphy competition before."

"It turns out that Teacher Zhang is so amazing!"

Jiang Wan was shocked. He didn't expect that Teacher Zhang was a master of calligraphy while being well-read and well-educated.

If this were in ancient times, she would be a lady from a noble family, and there would be so many people coming to propose marriage to her that they would break the door.

"She should be more suitable to be a calligraphy teacher, why did she become a Chinese teacher?" Jiang Wan asked curiously.

"Because my parents are both Chinese teachers, my sister has been influenced by them and has wanted to become a Chinese teacher since she was a child."

There was a very popular saying on the Internet before, that if you are not in a hurry to go, Chinese should be the most beautiful subject.

Many people cannot understand the meaning of this sentence. When they really understand it, their youth has passed, and their youth is gone. The bullet shot in their youth hits their eyebrows.

Fortunately, Zhang Mengqing has felt the charm of Chinese since she was a child and fell in love with this subject.

"My deskmate, do you want to be a Chinese teacher when you grow up?" Jiang Wan asked.

She had a hunch that Zhang Jinqing would become a Chinese teacher in the future, after all, her whole family was Chinese teachers.

"Probably not." Zhang Jinqing shook her head without hesitation to deny.

"I want to be a calligraphy teacher."

So they are all teachers in the same family.

"What about you, my deskmate? What do you want to do when you grow up?" Zhang Jinqing looked at Jiang Wan.

"I want to fly a plane when I grow up! Be an astronaut! I want a big house!"

"Just kidding, I want to be a voice actor when I grow up."

When Jiang Wan mentioned his hobbies, the light in his eyes sparkled.

"Voice actor? Then are you going to be a specialty student in your second year of high school?" Zhang Jinqing asked weakly.

Specialty students can be divided into many categories, such as sports specialty students, art specialty students, broadcasting specialty students...

Generally speaking, specialty students should look for professional institutions for training in their second year of high school.

If it is later, cultural courses and professional courses cannot be taken care of at the same time, let alone getting into a good university.

"Yeah, I've told my family about this, and they all agree." Jiang Wan nodded repeatedly.

"Especially my brother, he fully supports me to learn broadcasting and hosting."

"Why?"

"Because then I can dub the novels he wrote, which is the so-called free labor."

"Your brother also writes novels?" Zhang Jinqing was very surprised.

"Yes, he has been writing online novels at home since he graduated from college, and it has been more than a year now."

"So amazing. Every time I take a Chinese exam, I have to write an essay for a long time."

Zhang Jinqing admires those novelists very much, because the length of a novel is often hundreds of thousands or even millions of words.

Putting aside the writing skills, this perseverance alone is not easy.

"Xiao Wan, take your classmates out for dinner."

At this time, Jiang Ning's voice sounded outside the door.

"Oh, here we come!" Jiang Wan responded loudly.

"Let's go, classmate, let's go out for dinner."

Jiang Wan generously pulled Zhang Jinqing, and the two little beauties walked towards the dining table one after the other.

At this moment, Jiang Ning has already sat down. In front of him are four dishes and a soup. The fragrance can be smelled from a long distance.

"Thank you for your hard work, my dearest brother!" Jiang Wan sat across the table with a smile on her face.

Today, all the dishes she likes are here. She is happy!

The little follower Zhang Jinqing followed weakly and said "hard work". Fortunately, the house is quiet enough today, otherwise she really can't hear what she said.

"Isn't this because I see that you are working hard in military training, so I specially make some delicious dishes to reward you." Jiang Ning joked.

He picked up the soup spoon and poured a bowl of soup into each bowl: "Drink a bowl of soup before the meal, slim and healthy."

"Xiao Zhang, this bowl is yours."

Jiang Ning handed the first bowl of soup to Zhang Jinqing, after all, she was the guest today.

"Thank you." Zhang Jinqing took the bowl with both hands and said thank you politely.

Her bowl was filled with a large bowl of ribs, which looked like a pile of small mountains.

These ribs have been stewed in a casserole for a whole morning, and they are already soft and tender. Just a sip can make them instantly boneless.

"Xiao Jiang, this bowl is for you."

Jiang Ning gave the second bowl of soup to Jiang Wan, and finally to himself.

"It's Q, brother." Jiang Wan took the bowl and quickly tasted the soup thirstily.

"I feel that today's soup seems a little bland?"

"Is it bland?" Jiang Ning quickly drank a sip of the soup, "I think it's okay."

The situation is now one vote against one vote. Jiang Wan turned his head and looked at Zhang Jinqing, who decided the outcome.

"Classmate, do you think the soup is bland?"

Zhang Jinqing, who only wanted to eat quietly, never thought that his name would be called suddenly.

She took a sip of soup under the pressure of two gazes, and then answered quietly: "I don't think it's bland, but the salt is indeed a little less..."

This answer is ambiguous, it seems to be answered but actually not,

It feels like someone asked Zhang Jinqing: yes or no?

Her answer is: or

One is her good friend, and the other is her good friend's brother. Zhang Jinqing doesn't know who to speak for.

Coupled with her own social phobia, she looks like she is about to break.