Zhao Xuefang's mother and daughter sighed as if they were talking: "Jingjing, you are still the most sensible, unlike the two of them, who are worrying about every day." ”

Yang Jingjing obediently persuaded: "Aunt Zhao, don't talk about them, they should already know that they are wrong."

Zhao Xuefang glanced at her and said hatefully: "If you don't say that you can do it, if your grandfather knows about this, he will definitely peel off their skin." ”

Yang Jingjing's face was nervous: "Aunt Zhao, you must not tell grandpa about this." ”

Zhao Xuefang looked at her expression carefully and sighed: "I can only try to hide it." ”

Zhao Xuefang pulled Yang Jingjing to chat for a while, and made sure that there was nothing wrong with her, so she got up and hurried to the study. She had to coax Yang Xu before the old man came back, and the old man must not let the old man know about this.

Yang Jingjing watched her stepmother leave, took out the calligraphy in a good mood, and decided to practice calligraphy.

The next day at school, the teacher officially counted the list of students in the arts and sciences class.

Yang Jingjing took the completed intention form to her father to sign.

Yang Xu breathed a sigh of relief when he saw the science subject she chose, and said sincerely: "It would be great if the children in the family were as trouble-free as you." ”

Yang Jingjing said that it was impossible, and the main reason was that her mother was different.

The form of intent was handed in, and more than a dozen students in the class chose liberal arts, and the rest were all in science.

The teacher was very pleased with this, except for one of the students who usually had good grades and was not considered a partial subject, so he gave up the science and selection of essays.

After class, the teacher called the student to the office alone, and then the parents of the students also hurried to the school, learned the news, and slapped their children in front of the teachers in the office, and directly changed the intention form to science.

At lunchtime, Sun Cong'an asked with a gossip on his face: "Is this true? ”

Yang Jingjing was very sad for that classmate, let her father make such a fuss, and in the future, she couldn't raise her head at school at all, and her mentality collapsed, how much perseverance can she continue to concentrate on studying without distractions.

Yang Jingjing nodded: "It's true." ”

Sun Cong'an said: "Alas, it's so pitiful, in such a comparison, my dad is still quite interesting to me." ”

Sun Cong'an applied for liberal arts, in fact, his father wanted him to apply for science, but he himself was very interested in language and history, and the most annoying subject was mathematics, and his father respected his opinion in the end.

Gao Feng sat on the side, silently listening to Yang Jingjing and Sun Cong'an talking about the division of liberal arts, and felt a little uncomfortable.

These things have nothing to do with him in the future, and he needs to wait until the end of the second half of the semester to directly enter the army.

Thinking that Yang Jingjing would embark on a completely different life with him in the future, Gao Feng's expression was a little gloomy.

Yang Jingjing noticed the abnormality of the peak, Sun Cong'an has always been careful, so he naturally noticed it, but the two of them just quietly exchanged glances in tacit understanding, and no one asked out loud.

Taking advantage of the recess, Sun Cong'an found Yang Jingjing, and the two went to the supermarket, avoiding the crowd and talking quietly as they walked.

Sun Cong'an asked straight to the point: "Tell me, what do you think?"

Yang Jingjing said in her heart, I am not interested in the little broken child in the first year of high school, and said: "I said, I don't fall in love in high school, and I will talk about it after college." ”

Sun Cong'an nodded: "That's okay, at least for two years, the fertilizer water will not flow to outsiders' fields." ”

Yang Jingjing: "。。。。。。 ”

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