At the beginning, Song Xiaoliu showed his amazing memory talent and the ability to absorb advanced knowledge in advance, and soon became famous throughout Baishui Town.

Then we attracted professors and teachers from the Junior Class of Dongming University of Political Science and Law to verify it.

The final result was even more severe than they had imagined.

It was immediately decided to enroll Song Xiaoliu in the junior class of Dongming University of Political Science and Law.

In the 1980s, even in the late 1980s where Song Rushuang lives now, everything was in the decade of maximum benefits after the reform.

Dongming University of Political Science and Law is a century-old university.

However, the junior class has only been established for a few years.

The students who can enter it are rare.

Most of them are between fourteen and seventeen years old.

So, Song Xiaoliu, who was only ten years old, became a local celebrity overnight.

It seemed that whether he should study or not was not just his business, a matter that the Song family should discuss themselves, but a matter of real political importance.

At the beginning, Duan Dinglan's mother was fully responsible for this matter.

Duan Dinglan was not fond of meeting strangers by nature.

This is also the reason why no one recognized Song Rushuang when we went to arrange schooling for her this time.

Song Rushuang herself is not a person who likes to be high-profile.

If I enter the junior class again, no one in the Song family will have peace.

After all, in addition to the two siblings, the Song family also has other uncles and aunts and children.

Not all of her brothers are as extraordinary as she and her sister.

Of course, outsiders can't help but compare them to their siblings.

This incident has caused more trouble to everyone than just a little trouble.

"Child, what are you afraid of when someone asks you? Our family hasn't done anything to hurt others. You and your sister are smart. That's because you were born with kindness. What does it have to do with others?"

This time, Song Xiaoliu stood on Song Rushuang's side.

"Mom, my sister is still young, but she's more capable than most people. Some people with unclean hearts will definitely be unbalanced and probably won't do anything good. Xiaoqi's worries are justified. It's better to be safe than sorry."

Only half a year after leaving home, Song Rushuang felt that Song Xiaoliu seemed to have changed a lot.

He became more composed.

But he is only eleven years old now.

For a moment, Song Rushuang didn't know whether this was a good thing or a bad thing.

Duan Dinglan was hesitant at first.

Song Xiaoliu came to ask for her opinion.

What did she say then?

The main campus of Dongming University of Political Science and Law is in Kyoto. If Song Xiaoliu wants to go into politics, entering the junior class of the University of Political Science and Law will undoubtedly save him more than ten years of detour.

She was just joking at the time.

Who would have thought that Song Xiaoliu really listened to what she said.

Therefore, even though Duan Dinglan and Old Lady Song were a little worried and undecided, it was Song Xiaoliu who took the initiative to communicate with them and finally confirmed the fact that he would go to the junior class.

After hearing Song Xiaoliu's words, Duan Dinglan nodded thoughtfully:

"This matter still depends on your sister's own ideas. If she wants to go, mother will definitely support you. However, your sister is still too young, and mother is definitely worried about her going alone. I will definitely go with her."

Song Xiaoliu turned his gaze to Song Rushuang. He was also very curious about what choice Song Rushuang would make.

However, at this moment, Song Rushuang had no time to care about Song Xiaoliu's expression.

Right now, she was in a heated argument with System Xiao Ai.

"Hurry up and agree to it. You have to enter the junior class and then you can go to the main school in Kyoto after you become an adult!"

"...No, why do I have to go to Kyoto?"

"Only when you go to Kyoto can you get in touch with Lin Qianyi again..."

"Stop!"

Before System Xiao Ai could finish her words, Song Rushuang interrupted her.

"Xiao Ai, have you been reading any of those Little Wife novels lately?"

"Why do you ask?"

"What I'm saying is, when you're working on a system, don't be too sentimental. If I hadn't listened to you and entangled with him, I wouldn't still have such a big scar on my face."

When talking about the injury, System Xiao Ai felt a little guilty.

Song Rushuang's injury was indeed related to Lin Qianyi.

He couldn't deny this.

"Oh, this is also unexpected. I'm just reminding you that only when you go to Kyoto can the story of the painful literature of youth between you two continue."

Song Rushuang's mouth twitched slightly when she heard this.

"That doesn't sound like a good thing. For the sake of my life, I think it's best for me to get as far away as possible."

System Xiao Ai immediately threatened:

"That kind of thinking is unacceptable. As my host, this system forbids you from playing sloppy!"

After a pause, he still felt that his words were not lethal enough, so he added:

"If you play badly, you will be eaten!"

Song Rushuang said decisively, "I'm already lying down. Who wants to eat? How do you want to eat it? Steamed or braised?"

"Calm down, or I won't add cilantro when I stew you."

Song Rushuang said with a forced smile, "Fortunately, I don't like cilantro."

"Then put ten pounds of cilantro!"

Song Rushuang widened her eyes in shock.

"You know how to torture others."

After a long argument, it seemed that no one could convince anyone else.

System Xiao Ai was unwilling to just watch Song Rushuang reject such an opportunity.

Therefore, he had no choice but to use his trump card:

"Even if you don't think about yourself, you should at least think about your mother. Can you bear to see her miss her fate because of you?"

Fate in Kyoto.

Song Rushuang knew who he was talking about without having to think.

However, System Xiao Ai also keenly realized that this matter was a thorn in Song Rushuang's heart.

She really doesn't need to think about herself.

But Chen Yao is really a good man, he is so good to her mother.

This made Song Rushuang feel that if Duan Dinglan only had one true love in this life, there would probably not be another person except someone like Chen Yao who was willing to sacrifice his future for them.

If I really missed it, wouldn’t I become a sinner?

"I lost."

Song Rushuang sighed.

It's not that she doesn't want to give up, it's clearly her system that is forcing her to draw a clear path for her future.

At this point in the negotiation, Song Rushuang breathed a sigh of relief without leaving any trace.

Seeing her lost in thought, Song Xiaoliu couldn't help but call him again:

"Xiao Qi? Don't you want to go?"

Otherwise, Song Rushuang, who has always been decisive in doing things, would not be so hesitant.

Song Rushuang didn't speak immediately.