She wore a black mid-length woolen coat with a white diamond brooch on the chest and a white leather bag on her wrist. She exuded elegance and aura, and anyone who saw her could not help but look away.
Hearing the sound of the elevator door opening, Han Zhan looked towards Song Ci and saw her white waist under her sweater at a glance.
Han Zhan put down the small bowl of hot soup, picked up the handkerchief and wiped his mouth. He frowned slightly and asked Song Ci, "Why do you have to dress like this?"
Song Ci turned around in front of Han Zhan and said to him, "Isn't it beautiful?"
Han Zhan: "You are a mother of three children. It is not appropriate to go to school with your waist exposed."
Song Ci: "Of course not, nowadays people are wearing waist-baring clothes all over the streets."
Han Zhan poured a glass of water, took a sip, and then said, "They are ugly, so they can only show their waists. You are different, you are good-looking, so you can just show your face."
Hearing Han Zhan's compliment, Song Ci blinked her eyes, curled her lips and said, "What you said makes sense." Song Ci floated into the elevator like a butterfly and went upstairs to change clothes.
Seeing that she was finally willing to go back and change clothes, Han Zhan picked up the soup bowl and continued to drink it sip by sip with a small spoon.
Han Zheng grumbled quietly, "Only Dad can fool Mom."
Han Miao supported his chin with one hand, staring at Han Zhan's profile with a smile on his face. "Dad, were you jealous just now?"
Han Zhan glanced at the three children and said, "When your mother was young, she was the most beautiful woman in Wangdong City and had many suitors. Every time I attended a cocktail party back then, I would run into one or two of her former suitors."
"Even though she's a middle-aged woman now, she's still stared at by young people and old people when she goes out. If I don't keep a close eye on her, I'll accidentally have another rival in love."
Han Zhan pointed to his temple and said, "Your mother is more difficult to deal with than her job."
All three children looked at him with sympathy.
On the day of registration, the school was packed with people and the parking lot outside was full. Song Ci and his friends arrived a little late, and there were no parking spaces left. They had no choice but to park their car downstairs at their rented apartment and walk to school to register.
Song Ci took off her warm grey turtleneck sweater and changed into an apricot-colored one. She walked in front of the three children, wearing a pair of sunglasses, her aura was fully on display, attracting many people's attention along the way.
Li Ao stood at the school gate and saw the beautiful Aunt Song Song from a distance. He was too embarrassed to look at her any longer. Song Ci walked up to Li Ao and snapped her fingers. "Neil, have you been waiting long?"
Li Ao shook his head slightly.
Song Ci gave a short laugh and said to Li Ao, "Come along. Your mother asked me to register for you. Don't get lost."
Li Ao followed Han Miao obediently, acting like a good boy.
Song Ci first took them to the high school office to report. The teachers were very enthusiastic about Song Ci. After all, Han Zhan and his wife had donated two buildings to the school and had also sponsored many poor students.
After signing up for Han Miao and the other two, Song Ci took Han Zheng to the junior high school office building to register. After signing up, Song Ci floated out of the campus like a butterfly and left.
As soon as Song Ci left, the four children breathed a sigh of relief at the same time.
Han Miao and Li Ao arrived at the classroom. As soon as they entered, they heard someone shouting, "Han Miao, we saw your mother. She is still as beautiful as ever!"
Han Miao bowed with both hands and said modestly, "No, no, it's just okay."
Li Ao looked at Han Miao, who was obviously very happy but had to pretend to be calm and composed, and the corners of his lips curled up slightly.
The school stipulated that starting from the second semester of the second year of high school, all students had to attend evening self-study classes. Boarding students had three classes, and day students had two.
On the night of registration, you have to attend evening self-study.
Tianbao reported to school in the afternoon. Han Miao accompanied Tianbao to the cafeteria for dinner, and the two returned to the classroom a few minutes before evening self-study.
There were no classes tonight. The homeroom teacher walked into the classroom and told everyone, "We will rearrange our seats tonight and choose seats based on our class rankings from last semester's final exam."
All students were driven to the corridor, waiting for the teacher to call the roll and then go into the classroom to choose their seats.
Han Miao ranked 12th in the class in the final exam last semester, and Li Ao ranked 19th. Han Miao tapped Li Ao's shoulder, and Li Ao looked back at her, asking her what she was doing with his eyes.
Han Miao told Li Ao, "I'll choose the second to last row, as close to the window as possible. You can sit next to me later."
After saying that, Han Miao was called in by the head teacher.
The desks in the classroom were arranged in a 2:4:2 configuration, with two desks on each side and four in the middle. Han Miao chose the leftmost seat in the second-to-last row, near the window, where he could slack off and hold hands without being noticed.
After Han Miao sat down, she did not allow anyone else to choose the seat next to her. Li Ao naturally became Han Miao's deskmate.
The homeroom teacher didn't show up for the second class, so she asked the monitor, Lin Yutian, to sit on the podium to maintain discipline. Lin Yutian walked to the podium with the new textbook and sat down. She seemed to be reading, but in fact she was a little absent-minded.
After a fun winter vacation, everyone was a little excited on the first day of class. The class was noisy and Lin Yutian couldn't calm them down.
This was the first time that Li Ao sat at the same table with Han Miao. It was an unprecedented experience. He was so excited that he couldn't help but sneak a peek at Han Miao beside him.
Han Miao caught Li Ao peeking at her, so she took out a sticky note, wrote something on it with a pen, then folded the sticky note into a thousand paper cranes and handed it to Li Ao.
Li Ao put down the pen in his hand and carefully took apart the paper cranes. He saw the words written on the paper cranes: [Boyfriend, do you want to hold my hand?]
Li Ao's ears turned red.
He silently refolded the paper cranes according to the traces, then hid his hand under the table and secretly held Han Miao's hand.
The two of them hid their hands inside the table, fingers interlocked.
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