Sikong Ran looked at the black car shadow in the distance, his eyes were still full of worry, and she couldn't see through Driver Chen's eyes, but he believed that he was definitely not a good stubble.

When the car completely disappeared from view, Sikong Ran turned around and went back, the traces of his parents were long gone, and he estimated that he had already wandered home.

Sikong Ran's key reached into the lock hole, and before it could be turned, the door was opened inside.

"I'm back! Come on in, how are you feeling at school lately? Still adapting? ”

When Sikong's father saw that it was his daughter, he smiled, and diligently helped his daughter in, and said with concern on his lips.

"Dad, can you choose a key middle school, the teachers are super serious, but I don't like it very much, so I can't raise any interest in class......"

Sikong Ran squatted by the entrance to change into rabbit ear slippers, and said helplessly.

"Which teacher? I'll go back and say hello, take care of you, and I can't tolerate sloppiness in my studies. ”

The father didn't understand what his daughter was saying, and he seriously tried to find a way for his daughter.

However, all this could not escape Sikong Ma's alert little braincase, and she tilted her head on the sofa to expose Sikong Ran's unspoken meaning.

"You're just a fool, your daughter makes it clear that she doesn't want to study, can't she hear it?"

As soon as he woke up Sikong Ran's father, he immediately turned his face to Sikong Ran and scolded him.

"I don't know what to think in my head all day long, I don't want to read books, I don't want to learn the piano, I see who wants you in the future!"

"Hmph, if no one wants me, I'll stay at home and not leave, what's wrong?"

Sikong Ran also recognized his mother's words in his heart, but he was not convinced, threw his schoolbag to the side, and lay down on the sofa.

Before she could completely fall into the softness, Sikong's mother's menacing figure had already walked up to her and slapped her daughter's limp thighs, snap!

"I told you that I didn't tell you, I sat in a sitting position, just like your father!"

Sikong Ran straightened his posture painfully, sat on the sofa and watched TV, and said a poor sentence on his lips.

"I'm my dad's daughter, it's strange not to be like him!"

", do your homework!"

Sikong's mother fell behind every time she quarreled with her daughter, and she had to threaten her homework and piano practice to barely save some face.

"The homework is done between classes, your daughter is smart!" Sikong Ran's eyes were staring at the TV, and he said casually.

"Then let me practice, I'll have to take the exam in a few months, where is your level enough."

Sikong's mother reached out and pried Sikong Ran's back, and tried her best to drive her daughter away from the sofa.

Sikong's father stood at the door and watched the two of them fight wits and courage, and had a headache.

When the daughter was not born, the wife was at home, and everyone let this princess on weekdays, as the saying goes, one mountain does not allow two tigers, and one family does not allow two masters.

"Xiao Ran, there is no harm in practicing the piano well, go quickly, let your mother rest and cook."

Sikong's father gritted his teeth and crashed into the battlefield, doing his duty as a persuader, and carefully considering his words.

"Dad, you prefer your wife, I'm not your daughter yet!"

Sikong Ran doesn't eat this set at all, she knows that her father spoils herself on weekdays, and it really doesn't work to pretend to be serious with her at this time.

"Hey, of course my husband is going to stand on my side, you go to practice, if you haven't passed the ninth grade, you know the consequences."

Sikong's mother glanced at her husband in front of the door, felt a little handsome, and spoke with a lingering sense of showing off.

"After walking away, the dog food is full, and the street children only deserve one person to play the piano."

Sikong Ran was tired of hearing this, and he didn't bother to fight with the two, so he jumped up lightly and went to the second floor.

In the next few days, the news about Zhao Hai and Sikong Ran in the school was finally covered by the freshman conference, club recruitment, and the news that appeared out of nowhere.

Even Sun Liying no longer took the initiative to hint at this topic, and Sikong Ran was finally able to let go of his nervous nerves and sit in the classroom.

She eats and drinks with Zhao Hai every day, and her small life is like a fish in water, there are Zhao Hai's buddies in the cafeteria, and Zhao Hai's friends are also responsible for the grooming and appearance inspection, and Sikong Ran's princess heart has been greatly satisfied in school.

Friday is in a trance under the happy hour.

For a student, Friday is the motivation to move forward every day, and the thought of being able to lie in his bed at 8 o'clock the next morning makes him laugh out loud!

But who knew that the Friday duty student arranged by the temporary living committee who suffered a thousand knives was actually arranged to Sikong Ran, I don't know if this is Zhao Hai's woman?

Qu Ting cried and told the truth under the pressure of the fierce and vicious Zhao Hai.

It turned out that Zhao Hai was originally scheduled to be on duty on Friday, but when the head teacher audited it, he said that Zhao Hai was weak and sick, and he was not suitable for duty, so he arranged Sikong Ran to Friday.

Qu Ting looked at the tiger and tiger Zhao Hai in front of her in horror, and was sure that Liu Guangming wanted to take care of Zhao Hai, the rich second generation, but she didn't expect that she had become a big wrongdoer, and she hated Liu Guangming in her heart for a while.

Zhao Hai understood the doorway as soon as he heard it, and he couldn't blame anyone, but Liu Guangming's cleverness, Zhao Hai would not appreciate it, who let him bully his own people.

Qu Ting shrank her head and escaped from the clutches of the devil at the moment when Zhao Hai was pondering, picked up her schoolbag and ran out, for fear that Zhao Hai would arrest her.

"I'll help you out, quickly."

Zhao Hai took the stunned Sikong Ran with one hand and handed over a dust-stained rag.

"You're in charge of the podium, I'm in charge of the aisle, do you understand?"

Zhao Hai looked like a captain, pointed left and right, arranged the division of labor, and walked towards the tool cabinet at the back door with satisfaction.

Sikong Ran disliked the dirty rag, so he went to the toilet to scrub it, and when he came back, he saw Zhao Hai holding the broom with one hand and jumping up and down in the aisle.

After a while, he put the broom on the ground, and then picked it up and spun it again, and shouted, "Qiao Feng, look at my self-created Lost Sword Technique!" ”

Sikong Ran was speechless, and when he entered the classroom, he covered his side face with a rag, pretending that he didn't see Zhao Hai's childish behavior.

"Ahem......"

Zhao Hai saw that Sikong Ran deliberately covered his eyes, and his face was a little unbearable, so he quickly restrained his movements.

For a moment, all that remained in the classroom was the sound of sweeping the floor and the sound of the leaves being blown by the breeze.

It was as dark as ever, the clouds and mist did not know when they had dispersed, and the moonlight penetrated through the window and shone on the young faces of the two men.

Sikong Ran occasionally raised his head, quietly glanced at Zhao Hai who was poking east and west with a broom, and watched him smile sincerely when the paper ball fell into the trash, and he was quite happy.

This kind of emotion is very strange, it turns out that in the human world, in addition to reproduction, there will be other emotions.

Zhao Hai divided five by two, and got rid of the residue of the aisle, except for the dust that was raised, the large pieces of garbage could not be seen, he was a little proud, he would definitely be a man who could do housework in the future.

Sikong Ran glanced at him, thinking to himself, naïve human beings!

"I'm done wiping it too, and I'm ready to go back."

Sikong Ran put the washed rag on the pole of the window and said to Zhao Hai.

"Ah~ I'm so tired of sweeping the floor, I'm hungry, the commissary hasn't closed yet, go buy some snacks to pad my stomach first."

After Zhao Haichang stretched, he looked at his shriveled stomach, feeling a little distressed.

When it comes to eating, Sikong Ran is also a little moved, originally worried about the consequences of going home late, but at this moment, he has been hooked by the ice cream and the little raccoon in the commissary.

"What are you waiting for?" Sikong Ran asked tightly.

Before Zhao Hai could react, Sikong Ran's emotional change was comparable to flipping through a book, and he changed it in a flash.

Without waiting for Zhao Hai to sort out the wording, Sikong Ran was already anxious, and with a stroke of his hand, he grabbed Zhao Hai's palm and ran out.

"Forehead ......"