Song Ran took advantage of the excuse of recuperating from her injury, and applied for a five-day leave from the Mu family to the school, slept until she woke up naturally every day, had breakfast with the old lady, and read books and practiced piano at home in the afternoon.

As a big family in the magic capital, the Mu family has never slackened in the education and cultivation of their children, except for going to school every day. Free time is also arranged, painting, dance, piano and English lessons, thanks to the cultivation of her Mu family in her last life.

Even if she has fallen into the dust, she still blooms her own flowers.

"Mom, I don't want to go to class either!"

Mu Zixin leaned crookedly on the chair, sleepy-eyed, and looked like she hadn't woken up. National Youth No. 1 High School is notoriously strict, and the day of the midterm exam is coming soon.

In the past few days, I have to finish my self-study at school every night, and I have to continue to review my homework before going home to bed, and all the subjects I studied in the mid-term exam must be assessed.

If the score of a single subject does not reach B, it is necessary to be interviewed by the parents, and the most hateful thing is to be ordered to perform by everyone at the school party. I don't know which unscrupulous senior set this rule, but it was originally a dull midterm exam that made people panic.

Song Ran on the side looked happy, sitting obediently beside her grandmother, picking up vegetables and telling jokes to make everyone happy, did she really doubt that the two of them were from the same school?

Isn't it shameful enough to perform on stage last time, if it weren't for the Mu family's annual investment in building a school, Song Ran would not be qualified to enter Guoqing No. 1 Middle School at all.

"Tell me why!"

Ouyang Xue put down her chopsticks and looked at Mu Zixin with a calm gaze.

The person Mu Zixin is most afraid of in this family is her mother, who is obviously the most kind and gentle mother in the eyes of everyone, but she is the most ruthless to herself. From childhood to adulthood, as long as he was willful and messing around, his mother sent someone to send him to Ouyang's house, that is, his grandfather's house.

There are two demon kings in my grandfather's family who are a few years older than me, but I am most afraid of the two of them, and I don't know why. Mu Zixin has an unspeakable bitterness in her heart, she is obviously a female doll herself, shouldn't they all be their baby bumps? How did I get to Ouyang's house, the male baby is a treasure, and the female baby is like a weed.

"It's nothing, it's nothing, I'm just worried that my cousin won't be able to pass the midterm test, and when the time comes, I'm going to perform on stage, and I don't have anything to take."

She is telling the truth, Guoqing No. 1 Middle School has much more to learn than other schools, in addition to the necessary cultural courses, there are also foreign social etiquette and language classes.

The school has also set up a special foreign language school, which is composed of foreigners from various countries, and teaches some simple conversational phrases on weekdays.

Ouyang Xue and Mrs. Mu couldn't help but worry about Song Ran, last year Song Ran performed on stage and made a big fuss, and they were locked in the room alone for half a month.

The child's personality has just improved, what if he is autistic because of the exam!

"Mu Zixin, if you don't want to take the exam, don't bring me. Half a month later, I will definitely take the mid-term test, I think you are still worried that your proportion is better, in the first half of the semester, your English pass is only one point more! ”

When it comes to English, it is Mu Zixin's sore spot, her parents are both top students studying in the UK, but she just doesn't call.

"That's better than you, you took thirteen subjects, and you didn't pass six subjects!"

Mu Zixin was not convinced at the moment, she was really barefoot and not afraid of wearing shoes!

"Then let's bet that this midterm exam will see who gets all A's!"

Song Ran took a bite of the peach in his hand and said casually.

All A, Song Ran is afraid that he is crazy, a person who can't even reach all B, whimsical, and wants to eat a big fat man in one go.

"Yes, but the bet is that whoever loses this year will wash each other's socks!"

It's really a tasteful bet, Ouyang Xue, Mrs. Song, and Song Ran couldn't hold it back, and laughed.

How smelly her socks are, they don't know, if the maid who washes the socks hears the news, she will definitely wake up laughing in the middle of the night, the sky has eyes!

Mu Zixin clasped her hands in front of her chest, the corners of her mouth raised, and she was very proud of the good idea she had come up with.

"Miss Mu likes it, don't worry that my socks don't stink at all!"

"Song Ran, get out of here!"

Mu Zixin blushed at the moment, it was so embarrassing that she wanted to die headlong.

"Aunt, Zixin won't go to class today, let her go out with me, I haven't been out for a long time, I'm a little scared!"

It's rare that Song Ran wants to go out for a walk, and it won't delay anything if she misses a day of class, so she nodded and agreed that the two of them would go out.

Mu Zixin's mouth couldn't say the sadness, she was not her own child, how could she be towards outsiders.

I'm also curious about where my cousin, who doesn't go out of the school gate on weekdays, wants to go, won't it be Repulse Bay!

"Song Ran, wait for me, where are you going?"

The clothes she wore when she went out today were also very strange, it turned out to be the latest high-necked lilac dress brought back from the company's last business trip to France, and this style has not yet been sold. No matter how she asked, Song Ran refused to say where she was going.

The two of them got into the family car, and Mu Zixin didn't speak all the way, closed her eyes and pretended to sleep, sulking.

"Miss Mu, you can get out of the car!"

Mu Zixin opened her eyes, this was not the Gongxiang Violet Store that she and her mother often came to. glanced at Song Ran's long hair again, could it be that she was here to cut her hair.

Song Ran is very precious to her hair, long and thick, she has to have two or three servants every time she washes her hair, and it is difficult to dry, I don't know why she thinks it looks good.

At this time, the store had just opened, and the boss received a call from the Mu family early in the morning to make an appointment for hair, but he didn't expect it to be Mu Zixin and Song Ran.

"Miss Mu, what do you want to do today!"

The waiter came over enthusiastically, and Mu Zixin pointed to Song Ran on the side.

"Miss Song, what do you want to do?"

Song Ran took the pictorial, which was full of photos of popular movie stars and girls, she also lived to be in her eighties in her last life, and went to Hong Kong to go through the changes of the times, and her clothes and hairstyles were constantly changing.

"None of the above ones are what I want, you can cut them as I say!"

It was the first time for the barber to meet such a customer, and he was afraid that it would not look good when he cut it out, and the eldest lady would cry and smash her signboard at that time.

"Miss Song, let's take a look, I'll go to those models again, it's better to be the same as Miss Mu's, you sisters will definitely look good together!"

"Or I'll do it myself!" Song Ran raised her eyebrows, her face already very impatient.

The barber could only look at Mu Zixin for help, Mu Zixin nodded, he followed Song Ran's words, and went down with scissors, his long hair was split in two, and Song Ran looked at himself in the mirror, which could be regarded as a farewell to the past.

The rest of the hair was just five centimeters below the shoulders, and the ends of the hair were slightly trimmed, and the scissors were stopped, waiting for Song Ran to speak.

Who knew that Song Ran actually stood up by herself, picked up a pair of scissors for hairdressing from the table, picked up a strand of hair from her forehead, and reduced it along the curvature of her face.

Turning around, he lifted the iron hairpin placed on the stove, parted a strand of hair from the side, and quickly wound it, from left to right, all the hair was clamped in a circle, but the height was uneven, and the barber had never seen such a technique.

After a few minutes, Song Ran stopped, stretched out her hand in the mirror and stroked her hair, just returned the strands of meticulous curls, collided together and then scattered, and the curls were staggered and naturally elegant.

With the dress and small leather shoes she wears today, she will be a modern girl.