Song Ci, who finished the leave application report, closed his dry eyes and looked at the time, it was already more than one o'clock in the morning, and Shen Qianzhi also snored slightly.

Packed the report and sent it to Team Liu's mailbox, and then turned off the computer.

It's been nearly three years since it was so easy, and for a while to come, every day will be my own. Very good.

In fact, the life of the third year of high school is not boring at all, after all, Song Ci sadly found that his knowledge of textbooks is still in the first stage of high school.

Who let themselves be thrown out of the country as soon as they were in their first year of high school?

Shen Qianzhi's basic skills in reading Song Ci were not solid at all, and she worked hard to lend her books, notebooks and mistakes to Song Ci in her first and second years of high school, and urged Song Ci to memorize politics, history, English, and Chinese every night.

This favor, although Lu Qi also wants to help, but he really has more than enough heart and not enough strength, although he is not listening carefully to each class of Song Ci, he is also looking through Shen Qianzhi's notes, and he writes something from time to time.

Lu Qi was moved by his Brother Song's learning strength, and he also began to study hard, and asked if he didn't understand.

And Shen Qianzhi, as the existence with the first grade in this class, reviewed desperately, gnawed all those bitter exercises, and then taught the two students as if nothing happened.

When the classmates around the three of them were originally playing and playing, they saw that the three of them were actually studying hard, and they silently picked up the paper and wrote the exercises.

The students in Class 6 were very surprised by their enthusiasm, and suddenly felt that they still had poems to memorize, as if they had lowered their scores in the last exam, and they all silently picked up the books and struggled.

Recently, the teachers of Class 6 were all surprised, Class 6 was originally the worst class in the first class, even Shen Qianzhi, who was the first in the class, was ranked after the age of fifty.

Nowadays, no matter when you enter Class 6, the students in Class 6 are reviewing seriously and hard, and the class is much more active than before.

In this way, the sixth class of the third year of high school has become a dark horse in the first middle school, and it is a role model for learning in the mouths of various teachers.

Many teachers came to Mo Feng to learn from experience, and Mr. Mo mentioned his glasses, but he didn't smile. I have tears in my heart, this is all brought by classmate Song! My lucky star, I am grateful.

More than half a month passed unconsciously.

On this day, Lu Qi was surprised to find that he, Brother Song, was actually not reading?! Could it be that Brother Song suddenly woke up?!

"Brother Song, what are you looking at?" Shen Qianzhi, who had a rare time to relax between classes, turned his head and found that Song Ci was not looking at the notebook, but reading comics, and glared at Lu Qi angrily.

Lu Qi touched his nose and defended Song Ci: "Combining work and rest, Brother Song will be tired of reading all day long." Isn't that right?"

Shen Qianzhi thought about the past three weeks when Song Ci was forced to sleep at night by herself, and silently glanced at Song Ci again before she spoke: "It's okay to learn from the past and learn from the new, and occasionally relax." He said to the landing deed, "You don't take my brother Song badly, there is no reason for you to relax with this achievement." ”

Song Ci closed the comics, took out the book notes that he had lent to Song Ci from the drawer, handed them to Shen Qianzhi, and said softly, "Thank you." ”

Shen Qianzhi was flattered, "You can keep it and continue to watch." ”

Song Ci reopened the comic and shook his head slowly, "I've finished reading it." ”

Hmm, don't read it after reading it, you will remember it after reading it??? Shen Qianzhi looked at Lu Qi, and Lu Qi was also at a loss.

The mobile phone in the schoolbag vibrated "buzzing", Song Ci held the book in one hand and took out the mobile phone with the other, it was Butler Song.

I stood up, walked out of the classroom with my mobile phone, walked to the playground, the class bell rang, and the whole campus suddenly fell silent.

The phone kept vibrating, and Song Ci connected the phone.

"Miss, the old man is here, are you coming back this week?"

"When did it come. ”

"Just got on the plane, and I expect to arrive at three o'clock this afternoon. ”

"Well, got it. ”

"Let Song Yi pick you up?"

"No, I don't. Something was about to be said on the other end of the phone, but Song Ci hung up the phone. She squinted at the sun in the middle of the sky, a little dazzling.

As he walked aimlessly along the playground, his mobile phone vibrated again.

Song Ci frowned, and didn't look at who it was, so he answered the phone: "Who." ”

There was a brief silence on the other end of the phone, and a deep, magnetic voice came, "You didn't save my number?"

After a pause, Song Ci subconsciously glanced at the mobile phone screen, and the word "Huo" occupied the most conspicuous position on the screen, "Uncle Huo." Song Ci rubbed his forehead gently.

"Shoulder injury?"

"Hmm. ”

They were silent for a moment, and finally before Song Ci couldn't help but be irritable, the man spoke: "Have time to eat together on the weekend?"

Song Ci suddenly realized that he still owed him a meal, and he almost forgot about it after not contacting him for several weeks, but after thinking about it, he silently refused: "My old man is here this week, let's do it another day." ”

"Okay, I'll make an appointment when I'm free. Then the man hung up irritable and gracefully.

Song Ci stared at his phone for a long time, thinking that Huo Heng had made a special call just to eat?

Tut.

At the other end, Huo Heng, who was far away in Kyoto, hung up the phone and commanded the driver Jiulin concisely and clearly: "Turn around." ”

Jiulin didn't say a word, and left from the track that was about to get on the high-speed with a turn, and drove the unhappy master back to the company. You don't have to think about it to know that it must be the third time that Miss Song rejected the master's invitation, oops, my poor third master.

The straight man in the suit and leather shoes returned to the company headquarters, and the executives present trembled a little, and when they heard the nine special assistants say that the meeting was held, they wished that they would be hospitalized immediately. Oh my God, this killer is back!