Song Yimian seemed to be used to hearing her complaints, so she pretended not to hear it, and put the blank scroll in front of her with a faint emotion, and understood this sister's schedule thoroughly, "It's not you who stay up late to make up for sleep, you have to go to bed early at night, now is not the time to sleep." You're full of sleep now, you can't sleep at night and stay up late, a vicious circle!"

The words can make people feel caring, but the way of caring is a bit unpleasant.

In Song Xiaoan's view, this is ruthless! Great ruthlessness!

Who's brother is this guy!

Her classmate's brother often sends her delicious food to school, shushhs the cold, and gives pocket money!

What about him?

It's already good to be on the sidelines and not interject casually.

The more Song Xiaoan thought about it, the more aggrieved he became, and he couldn't wait to poke a few big holes out of the paper.

Tao You expressed sympathy for Song Xiaoan, but what Song Yimian said was not unreasonable.

And during the holiday, she heard that Song Xiaoan was full of interest, and she was bound to mention this plan...... If you don't finish it, you'll be fined pocket money.

This punishment was set by herself.

"I'll make you a cup of tea and refresh yourself." Tao You remembered the can of green tea in the refrigerator, got up and went to the kitchen, "Do you want it?"

She turned her head and asked Song Yimian.

"No, I don't. Just plain water, thank you."

Taking advantage of the gap between Tao You's going to the kitchen, Song Xiaoan propped up his elbows on the table, his upper body probed across the dining table, and looked up at Song Yimian slightly.

Song Yimian felt a shadow suddenly appear in front of him, frowned to cover the preliminary plan of the competition in front of him, tapped Song Xiao'an's forehead with a pen, distanced himself from her, and maintained a certain vigilance against her abrupt behavior, "What are you doing? Go back and sit down."

"You're in a bad mood, aren't you?" Song Xiaoan asked bluntly.

Song Yimian finally looked at Song Xiaoan seriously, she looked inquiring, not like she was joking, his face softened, "No. Don't think you're going to sleep and do your homework."

Song Xiaoan rolled his eyes a little discouraged, quickly withdrew from his seat, cocked Erlang's legs, and shot back, "Cut, I'll just say, you usually have this stinky expression that others owe you a lot of money, how can it be that you are in a bad mood."

「.....」

"Sister Xiaoyou, my brother is not in a bad mood, you are wrong. According to my mom, he was born with this dead look, so he didn't have to make a fuss." Song Xiaoan took the tea handed over by Tao You and held it in his hand to keep warm.

Tao You's hand shook when he put down the cup, and the bottom of the glass rubbed against the tabletop with a sound that was not light or heavy.

「...... Oh." She withdrew her hand unnaturally, sat down next to Song Xiao'an, and noticed the gaze of the person opposite her.

Her face turned the color of pig liver, she had never been so embarrassed in her life, and suddenly found that the tiles at home were very beautiful and neat, especially the fine seam......

Seeing that Song Xiaoan was still going to speak very simply, a storm suddenly set off in her heart, she pulled down the hem of Song Xiaoan's clothes hard, stopped her mouth from wanting to speak, and gritted her teeth and whispered, "Why do you say everything!"

Song Xiaoan turned the rim of the cup and took a sip of hot tea, and said innocently, "Huh? What is this, if you care about him, you must let him know, otherwise what is the use of this concern."

Tao You chose to be silent, "......"

Song Yimian took the cup and sipped his saliva to moisten his throat, while covering the slightly raised corners of his mouth, put down the water cup after cleaning up his expression, and explained to Tao You, "The preparation for the game is not going well."

"Competition? What competition? How did I not know?!" Song Xiaoan instantly grabbed the key word, and threw it down directly after reading half of the first question.

As long as it wasn't something for her to study, she was particularly interested, and she woke up from a drowsy sudden.

Song Yimian wrote something on the paper and replied incidentally, "A robot competition."

Song Xiao'an tapped his fingers on the table and suddenly realized, "So you're in a bad mood because of this!" Then when I asked you just now, you said it was okay."

Tao You took the pen and pressed it in the middle of the exercise book, drew an indentation, and asked with some worry, "It's not a big problem."

Song Yimian finished writing the last full stop on the paper and moved his wrist, "It's not a big deal."

Although Tao You nodded to indicate that she understood and did not ask more, although the hesitation that flashed in Song Yimian's words did not escape her ears.

Although she doesn't know about computers, she has heard a little bit of theoretical knowledge such as algorithms, programs, and sensitivity, and can probably guess the difficulty of this competition.

I don't know which part Song Yimian is involved in.

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The air conditioner in the house was whirring and warm.

After the lunch break, there are more people who start to move downstairs in the community.

The parents among the adults are short, the children are chasing and playing, and the sound of the car opening and closing the door from time to time.

A few sparrows flew from time to time at the edge of the window, and the tip of Tao You's nose wiped over the notebook, and after writing a question, he couldn't help but look at Song Yimian, who lowered his head and frowned in meditation.

He doesn't have a bad habit of biting the tip of the pen, and even when he encounters a difficult problem, he can maintain a very elegant and calm attitude, which makes it impossible to guess what mood he is in.

He will not be like Song Xiaoan now, with a pen cap covered with tooth marks in the corner of his mouth, writing formulas on scratch paper with one hand, painting the whole black solid circle if he writes wrong, and then finding a free place to continue writing, his hair is scratched a little messy, his brows are furrowed and he sighs, and he is 'bohemian'.

But as long as you look closely, you will find that when he is in trouble, he will subconsciously put the index finger and thumb of his right hand together and gently rub it back and forth.

Tao You always felt that he should say something to comfort Song Yimian to show his concern for him, but he couldn't be eloquent.

I opened my mouth a few times, sighed a few times, and finally lowered my head to catch up with my homework.

With Song Yimian, a scholar who really loves to learn, Tao You and Song Xiaoan's efficiency in the afternoon reached an unprecedented peak.

Song Xiaoan looked at the goals crossed out one after another in the plan, and his sense of satisfaction and accomplishment rose sharply. Even after finishing today's homework, some of them were addicted to homework, and they directly completed a small half of the plan for the next day, and only then did they shake their hands and stop the pen when they were so hungry that they stood up and took a family photo of their 'achievements' achievements this afternoon, and posted them to the circle of friends to show off.

Towards the end of the evening, Song Yimian received that the meeting that was postponed at noon due to special reasons will be held in an hour.

I didn't have time to pack my schoolbag, took a pen and a plan, and hurriedly took a taxi out of the house.

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There are less than five days left before the start of school, and the class group without teachers has not moved for almost two days, and the last message is a screenshot of the analysis of the finale problem sent by the representative of the math class.

Another class group with all the teachers in charge of the class is visibly lively.

At half past seven in the morning, Tao You's biological clock had not woken up before he was woken up by a group of old grandfathers and grandmothers downstairs who were playing tai chi, and the mobile phone that was constantly vibrating at the bedside.

The music downstairs was not as intense and enthusiastic as the square dancing at night, but it was still noisy, especially the emotionless narration in the music.

Tao You couldn't bear to turn over and sit up from the bed, grabbed the hair that had been fried and knotted, put on his coat without a good face, and pedaled his slippers to the bathroom.

Tao's father and Tao's mother only came home in the middle of the night yesterday, and it was already early in the morning when they hurriedly cleaned up and lay down, and this morning they went out to work in a hurry without breakfast, and even Tao's mother didn't urge Tao You to get up as usual.

The messy hair was tied at random at the back of his head, Tao You held the bowl of shredded green vegetables and meat noodles that had been half-colded in his hand, yawned and sat down at the dining table, folded his right leg and stepped on the side of the chair, found a comfortable position, stuffed a few mouthfuls of glutinous noodles at random, poured a few sips of cold water, and got up and went back to the room.

During this time, Song Yimian seemed to be extremely busy, there was no news online, and no one was seen offline.

However, Hong Xiqi and Gu Yi often go out with Tao You.

After the last time, Song Xiaoan seemed to have found the joy of writing homework together, but he often came to Tao You to write homework, and stayed at her house for an afternoon.

Although Tao You had finished his winter vacation homework in advance, he didn't plan to put it until the start of school.

Before going to bed last night, she and Song Yimian made an appointment to go to the bookstore today to preview the next semester's classes.

After all, most of the students in the class have been shuttling through various cram schools and online courses to start preparing for the previous year.

The music downstairs has not stopped, and it is even mixed with the sound of some children playing.

A lively morning......

Tao You glanced at the time, and now there was still an hour and a half before the bookstore opened, which was enough for her to clean up.

- What to wear?

She opened the closet door and stretched as she yawned heavily.

Because he went out with Song Yimian, even though he was just studying, Tao You didn't want to be casual.

She leaned against the closet door, rubbing her bewildered eyes and rummaging over and over for the right clothes.

After digging through the pile of clothes for a long time, I couldn't find a favorite dress, and even came up with the idea that 'I have no clothes to wear, it's time to buy some new clothes'.

These days, I basically stay at home, and even when I go out, the coat I wear is still the same as the one I wore on New Year's Day.

It's too dirty, so I won't wear it today.

Tao You rummaged through the lattice above the wardrobe and found a high-necked, light gray, slim-fitting cashmere sweater. There is a silver embroidery on the hem of the garment, which looks like a small bird, chubby.

- When was this bought? How is there no trademark?

She doesn't have any memory of when she bought the dress.

She put it in front of her and measured it.

- But it's weirdly pretty.

Tao You was a little reluctant to put down this dress that felt quite good.

Just when Tao You couldn't make a decision, Tao's mother's phone called.

"Xiaoyou, your Aunt Tingwan said that you want to go out to study with Song Yimian today." When it comes to things related to studying, or with Song Yimian, Tao's mother's tone can't help but rise a little.

Tao You answered while packing his schoolbag.

Tao's mother received Tao You's affirmative response, and then said, "Do you have to ask more people Xiao Song, study hard." It's cool down today, so you wear more."

"By the way, in that compartment above your closet,"

Tao's mother's voice continued, and Tao You had a premonition in her heart that she would say something, and took out the sweater that was stuffed back in advance.