Chapter045

Song Linye glared at him and said, "I know you should shut up."

Song Lan was watching the skit on the side, frowning, as if she had something to say but couldn't.

Jiang Che noticed it and asked, "What's wrong? Uncle Song."

Song Lan noticed that everyone's eyes were on him, so he spoke directly, "Jiang Che, this is what happened. Your mother said they are going to Malaysia for the New Year, so how about you stay at our house this year?"

A trace of loneliness flashed across Jiang Che's eyes. Just as he was about to refuse, he heard Song Yan excitedly say,

"Really? Lanlan, my idol is coming to our house to celebrate the New Year."

Seeing how excited he was, Song Lan flicked his head and said unhappily, "I don't know about that. You have to see if Jiang Che is willing."

Song Yan's puppy eyes were filled with anticipation, as if Jiang Che was about to cry if he didn't agree, so he had no choice but to stay.

This has only benefits and no disadvantages for Song Linye. After all, one more person at home means one more target, and he doesn't have to compete with Wen Sinian in wits and courage every day.

On New Year's Eve,

"Three, two, one, Happy New Year." Five cups collided with each other, making a crisp sound.

Song Yan sat at the Manchu-Han banquet, and everyone had a smile on their face.

Except for two people who knew they would fall down after just one drop of alcohol, the rest of the people poured themselves white wine.

Song Yan's eyes were filled with joy, but he sighed in his heart. It would be more lively if his little father, Uncle Jiang, and the others were here too. The whole family should be bustling with activity.

Happy moments are always short but wonderful.

Song Yan watched the random recognition of relatives in the group and laughed so hard that he almost couldn't straighten his back. He thrust his phone at Jiang Che, who had a confused look on his face.

"Look, isn't it funny?"

Jiang Che scrolled down the chat history.

[Can any kind father give me a math lesson?]

I have a friend who is currently in the ICU. His biggest wish in life is to see the math answer. I swore a solemn oath by his bedside that I would fulfill his wish.

"Pfft." "Song Yan, I didn't expect everyone to be still the same."

Jiang Che couldn't hold it back any longer and talked about his past like counting pearls.

It's like the scene brought back memories.

Song Yan sat aside and listened attentively without interrupting a word.

He had doubts in his mind, but it was someone else's privacy and he had no right to know.

Jiang Che said he was tired and sat aside, his eyes full of calmness and the ease of speaking out.

For many years, I don’t know why, but I always feel very relaxed when standing next to Song Yan.

Song Yan smiled and said, "Is that so? Maybe it's because I look approachable."

Upstairs, Song Linye roared and yelled at Song Yan, "Stop being so friendly! Hurry up and get your physics homework out! Hurry up!"

Song Yan, "Song Linye, are you sick? Can you write physics? If you can't, just leave it blank."

"Song Yan, you're the one with a mental problem. If I could write, I'd ask you for the answer. Can't I just write it myself?"

Song Linye responded directly.

Song Yan gnashed his teeth in anger, "I advise you to take it easy and be careful, but I won't give it to you."

Song Linye snorted, shook the winter vacation homework in his hand, and said arrogantly, "I'm really sorry, I'm leaving with the answer."

After saying that, he turned and left.

After staying up all night to do homework, when they arrived at school the next morning, a group of people looked like they had been drained of their energy. They slumped over the tables, closed their eyes and started to catch up on sleep.

The only sober people present were Jiang Chengyan, Song Yan, Lu Xingyan, and the political commissar.

There was no morning reading in the morning, and the head teacher held a short class meeting.

When Wang Sen entered the classroom, he found that it was quiet. If someone didn't know, they would have thought they had entered a mass grave.

He knocked on the table twice and said, "You guys, hurry up and get up, do you hear me?"

“No…”

As they staggered, Wang Sen said mercilessly, "I have good news. If you don't get up, I don't mind if the good news turns into bad news."

The group of people below were very alert. When they heard the good news, they quickly sat up with their eyes shining.

"Auntie Wang, what's the good news? Tell me."

Facing fifteen pairs of wide-open eyes, Wang Sen spoke out every word.

"The good news is that our class doesn't have winter vacation homework this year."

This year……

Not accepting...

Winter vacation homework...!

“Why?”

"Why!"

"Collect it, Wang Ma must do it, so that the school leaders can take a good look at our performance during this winter break."

The people below immediately became dissatisfied and acted like crazy, slamming the table so hard that those who didn't know what was going on thought they were going to rebel.

Wang Sen looked at the reactions of the people below and sneered, "Aren't you going to take it? Looking at your condition, I can tell with my eyes closed that it must be the result of staying up late for many nights to make up for it."

The weird thing about Nanjing University is that even in college, there are still winter vacation homework.

Winter and summer vacation homework will be collected, and the class teacher will correct it and then distribute it. After the correction is completed, it will be submitted to the grade group, and the grade group's scores will be counted into the regular scores.

Since you can't get any points, just give up.

Wang Sen couldn't say these words.

There were cries of grief from the audience, and they almost knelt down before Wang Sen, "Please, Wang Ma, please collect the homework."

Wang Sen shook his head resolutely, no, it was absolutely impossible.

He is not a fool. He has to collect homework and correct it.

But seeing them like this, I felt a little comforted. No matter whether they copied it or wrote it themselves, they finally handed in the homework.

Finally, after much persuasion, Wang Sen collected the homework.

Sitting in the office, looking at this pile of homework, not only does it give you a headache, it makes you talk badly, and then makes you feel soft-hearted. Let's see if you will still feel soft-hearted in the future.

There is a red pen on top of the winter vacation homework.

It doesn't take much thinking to know that it was the squad leader who put it there.

In the first class in the morning, the old man was still leisurely holding his water jar, with a book tucked under his left elbow, just like before the New Year.

He walked onto the stage shaking his head and looked at the people below, who were all sleeping like dead pigs. He nodded with satisfaction. These were the real students who had just started school. They were nothing like the group in Class 1 who were so excited when they heard about the class.

Not good.

I opened the textbook and suddenly remembered something, so I asked the monitor, "Monitor, I remember I assigned a winter vacation homework before the holiday, which was to write a review of the movie."

The monitor was confused and shook his head. "No, don't we only have winter vacation homework?"

The whole class shook their heads and said, "Old man, you've got it all wrong. There's no such thing as a review."

Amidst the chatter, the old man sneered. If the group of brats in Group 1 hadn't reminded him, he would have forgotten everything.

He slammed the table, took out ten pieces of paper from his bag, and waved them in the air, his eyes full of pride. Hahahahaha, he finally got what he wanted? Hahahahahahahahahahahahaha.