Song Ziyi took twenty minutes to finish. When Teacher Zhuang was grading the test papers, he gave him another Chinese test paper, which Song Ziyi also took twenty minutes to finish.
Just like the third grade test paper, the handwriting was neat, without any corrections or drafts, and it was completed in one go.
Teacher Zhuang wrote down two 100s with a red pen and was so happy that he couldn't stop smiling.
He had found a treasure, he really had found a treasure.
Principal Lin was also very happy. He had been the principal of the military district primary school for seven or eight years and had seen all kinds of students. It was not uncommon for students to get full marks in primary school mathematics, but it was the first time he had seen a student like Song Ziyi who could get full marks without even using draft paper or even thinking.
So Song Ziyi successfully transferred to Class 1, Grade 4 and became the youngest student in Class 4-1.
Song Yun was not afraid that Ziyi would be excluded or bullied in class. Her younger brother was not someone to be messed with.
After dealing with Ziyi's matter, Song Yun planned to go to the supply and marketing cooperative to buy two lunch boxes. Before she even walked to the door of the supply and marketing cooperative, she was stopped by Qin Meng.
"Xiao Yun, I finally found you. I just went to your house, but the door was locked. I didn't know where to look for you."
Song Yun asked with a smile: "Why are you here looking for me when you're not at the hospital with your brother Song Bai?"
Qin Meng glared at her, "Are you looking for a fight?" She grabbed Song Yun's hand and said, "Last time you said you'd make him a scar-removing plaster once the scar on Song Bai's face healed. Did you remember?"
Of course Song Yun hadn't forgotten, "Are you hurt?"
Qin Meng nodded, the smile on her face gradually disappearing, her eyes filled with sorrow. "His face was badly injured. Ever since the bandages were removed and he looked in the mirror, he's been in a bad mood. Sometimes he doesn't say a word all day and doesn't want to see anyone. He even..." Her eyes were red and her voice was choked with sobs. "He broke up with me today. I didn't agree, so he kicked me out and locked the door, refusing to see me. Xiaoyun, what should I do?"
Song Yun hugged Qin Meng and asked softly, "What are you thinking? With his face like that, are you still willing to be with him?"
Qin Meng nodded, her eyes firm, and she said decisively: "No matter what he looks like, I will be with him. I love him as a person, not his face."
"That's fine. Just be firm in your decision and don't overthink it. It's normal for him to feel this way. You should be more understanding and stay with him through this difficult time. I'll prepare the scar cream as soon as possible. Don't worry, it's definitely effective."
Qin Meng wiped her tears and hugged Song Yun tightly. "Thank you, thank you, Xiaoyun. You saved him and me. I will remember your kindness forever."
Song Yun pushed her away and said, "I don't want you to remember me forever. When we return to Beijing, just treat me to the roast duck you mentioned."
Qin Meng smiled and stretched out her pinky finger to hook it with Song Yun, "It's a deal."
After Qin Meng left, Song Yun returned home and took out the list of medicinal herbs. There were only two kinds of herbs needed to prepare the scar removal cream. She remembered that the old man had several herbs that could be used, but the most crucial one was missing.
She looked at the time, it was eleven o'clock, and estimated what time she would be able to return if she went to Qinshan in Xixi to look for medicine.
PS: Thank you all for the "Power for Love" and other gifts. I got a big chicken drumstick today, which gave me more energy to write. Please continue to give me food.
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