The deep dark eyes swept over Song Yan and Su Zhi, who were also looking over, and finally landed on Song's father's face, Song Sijue stood on the stairs with his long body, his slender fingers on the red handrail, his voice was still faint, and he couldn't hear the emotion,

"I'm asleep."

Song Yan held back for an afternoon, and now when she heard this, she couldn't help biting her lip and stepped forward, "So my brother really stayed in Song Jin's room for a whole afternoon?!" ”

Facing Song Sijue's eyes, the other party's narrow eyes were unwavering, but Song Yan trembled, realizing that her words had a hint of forced questioning, and her face turned pale, "No...... Brother, I—I didn't mean that......"

Probably because the other party's lofty and noble posture was too dazzling, Song Yan couldn't talk anymore halfway through her words, she felt like a clown who was seen through all her thoughts, and she was ashamed of herself in front of the real nobles.

Seeing that the situation was a little stiff, Su Zhi had no choice but to come out to play a round and laugh awkwardly,

"That's... Sijue, since Jin'er is asleep, then we won't wait for her, I'll ask the maid to make her some supper later, now let's have dinner, Mother Liu and they have all made dinner. ”

Upstairs, Song Jin didn't fall asleep, and when Song Sijue closed the door, she woke up from pretending to be asleep.

She is now in a state of doubt about her life.

"Is there any mistake, I hugged him so tightly, and pretended to sleep so well, why didn't he react at all?"

[What do you want to react to?] 】

Song Jin bit his fingers deeply, "For example, if the beast comes up to me, it's just a mess, otherwise, somewhere should also salute me, am I not cute?" ”

【......】

Song Sijue entered the room and took off the kraft candy stuck to him Song Jin expressionlessly.

Sitting elegantly on the chair next to the bed, with beautiful ink eyes hanging slightly, his fingers folded on his knees, he looked at Song Jin, who was lying on the bed, with red eyes, and still sobbing quietly, without handing over tissues or saying comforting words, watching silently and quietly.

If it weren't for Song Jin, who couldn't pretend to cry anymore and could only pretend to be asleep, I'm afraid that Song Sijue would still look old, and I don't know what kind of perverted psychology it is.

"Didn't he think it was pitiful and pitiful for me to cry?" Song Jin sat up with a bone, and hurriedly applied ice to his swollen eyes that were crying, and complained while applying, "Beauty is in front, she doesn't do anything at all, and she is still not a man!" I've never seen a man like this! ”

[Do you think you have a weak beauty and look like Lin Daiyu? I've never seen anyone cry like you. 】

"......" is too much, doesn't she want self-esteem?

Song Jin humbly asked for advice, "Tong, then what do you think I look like?" ”

The system coldly threw down a sentence, [I only had one thought at the time:, this he. Mom, where did you come from, little madman. 】

"......" Song Jin choked, and after half a sound, he said faintly, "No wonder you can't marry a wife when you're so old!" ”

【......】

She added solemnly: "It is impossible to marry in the future." ”

【... Get lost. 】

***

After happily breaking with the system again, it didn't take long for Song Jin to usher in the world's biggest crisis - the high school entrance examination.

Lin Jin was in the third year of junior high school at this time, and he was in the same grade as Song Yan.

In this world, in junior high school, piano will not be added to the score, nor can it be counted as a talent score, so even if Song Yan wants to go to Song Sijue's high school, she must rely on her own cultural score to get in.