Two cups of tea, three months, 100 intestines.

After Zhuang Zhou left, only Song Fusheng was left in the study.

He got up and walked to the huge floor-to-ceiling window, looking out deeper and darker, and the night so thick.

Shen Qingjia is sleeping soundly now.

That's nice.

Thinking of Shen Qingjia, Song Fusheng's cheeks couldn't help but exude a dazzling light. This person is like a beacon in his heart, guiding him at all times, telling him to become a better person.

To shine, to shine, to shine.

Only in this way can I stand with her, without being abrupt.

In Song Fusheng's heart, Shen Qingjia is the best and best girl in the world.

Because he met Shen Qingjia, he never wanted to see other people anymore. Even if she is a princess-like existence in the eyes of others, she is just a speck of dust here in Song Fusheng. Shen Qingjia is the only one, which is all his expectations. In addition, the flowers of the world are dust.

He can only fit one Shen Qingjia in his heart, and he can't even fit himself.

*

Song Fusheng suffered from insomnia.

Because of insomnia, he sat quietly in his study all night.

With his understanding of his father, Song Fusheng knew very well in his heart that Song Zhaoshui would definitely be furious after learning that he did not go to the new school. Not only will he be angry, but he will also be angry with the head teacher. It's absolutely unavoidable. Not only that, Song Fusheng guessed that he would definitely go to Shen Qingjia for trouble. After all, he took such great pains to let him and Zhuang Xue leave here just to avoid Shen Qingjia.

But Song Fusheng couldn't guess that Song Zhaoshui would deal with Shen Qingjia like this.

*

The Song family's mansion.

He Zhuzhu: "Husband, did you really let Fusheng transfer to another school?" ”

"Really. Let's go now. Maybe you're already on your way to a new city. "Song Zhaoshui. He didn't think there was anything wrong with that. Anyway, it's a matter of time before the kids grow up. Every child who grows up has to leave home, leave home, leave home, leave parents. Song Fusheng was just a little earlier than the average person.

"What?! You won't let him come back to see me! He Pearl was shocked. Her heart ached. She felt guilty and blamed herself for not helping her son. She is also worried that the father and son will become more estranged because of this misunderstanding.

It's nerve-wracking! He Pearl felt a little headache, so she leaned back on the sofa and rested for a while.

Just then, the phone in the living room rang.

The school's dean of education called.

"Director Fang, hello."

"Mr. Song, you really understand righteousness. I thank you for your support for our school! ”

"What are you in?"

For this sudden thank you, Song Zhaoshui decided that something was wrong. Reactive power is not punished. He remembers very well that he hadn't donated anything to the school recently that would have the dean call to thank him.

"Song Fusheng is really a rare talent, I thought that if he stayed in our school, he could get the top prize in the college entrance examination in the province, and of course he would have the opportunity to be among the best high schools in the country," the teaching director was almost scared today. Because he was really worried that Song Fusheng and Zhuang Zhou would leave Zilin Yizheng together, and the loss of outstanding students was also a sore spot for the school.

Fortunately, there was a false alarm.

The homeroom teacher has been guarding the classroom for a long time. The head teacher is not guarding who is late and leaves early. He is guarding the hope - hoping that his favorite student Fusheng can show up in the classroom seat on time, hoping that Zhuang Zhou can also come to school together, and hoping that the two of them can bring a huge application effect to the school. I think I can go to the next level next year. After all, there are such excellent students.

Hard work pays off.

The head teacher finally waited for Song Fusheng to come.

Of course, there is naturally his good partner Zhuang Zhou!

Oh, that's great!

The head teacher, Gao Xin, wants to dance a waltz. He also expressed his joy without hesitation.

"Song Fusheng, Zhuang Zhou, I hope you can hand in the best test paper this semester!

"Yes." Song Fusheng nodded, and then sat down calmly.

In short, he didn't understand what the homeroom teacher said.

The homeroom teacher took this opportunity to immediately send a text message to the dean of students - perfect solution!

The dean of education was naturally very high.

Didn't you call Song Zhaoshui to express your gratitude......

Song Zhao is very angry, but it is better not to get angry in front of the teaching director. He pretended to be calm and said, "No thanks. Thank you so much. I can't talk to you more about things now, so let's do it for now. Good bye! ”

"Goodbye!" The teaching director didn't want to continue chatting with Song Zhaoshui. After all, he also knows a thing or two about this man's methods. Since he was able to keep his son to study here, it proves that he is not too ruthless. But that's not something the dean should be concerned about. As long as his good students are still sitting in the classroom, there is no one missing. That's a great thing!

Song Zhaoshui hangs the antelope dialect,

In the next second, he immediately called his son Song Zhaoshui.

Song Zhaoshui was so angry that his face was green. I really can't believe my son, and now Song Fusheng dares to go against him so blatantly.

He was afraid that he didn't see clearly who was the son and who was Lao Tzu!

Song Zhaoshui called once, but Song Fusheng didn't receive it. So he went on to fight again.

This time, someone answered the phone.

"Daddy." This expected phone call is finally long overdue. Song Fusheng was not nervous, it was useless to be afraid anyway. What should come will come. He wanted to know what method his father planned to use to make Shen Qingjia uncomfortable.

If he did, Song Fusheng thought to himself, he would never do nothing like this, or blindly smirk. He would ask him what he was doing it for.

"You know I'm your father! So what do you mean! What do you mean by sitting in the classroom right now! Are you blatantly provoking my patience?! "Now that there is no one else, Song Zhaoshui can vent his dissatisfaction to his heart's content.

"Dad. I've been there a long time ago, I'm not going to go. Don't worry about it, I know what to do and what not to do. Song Fusheng said calmly.

"You give me less. Are you going to a new school? You'd better think about it before answering me! Song Fusheng, you only have one chance. Of course, Song Zhaoshui prepared a second-hand plan, but he didn't expect his son to be so disobedient to him, and he didn't think about it at all, even two or three. It is extremely unsatisfactory that he should oppose him so simply.

"I'm not going. Father. I'm sure I don't want to go there. Song Fusheng didn't think about it, so he came up with such a sentence.