Chapter 52 Monthly Exam Rankings He finally saw the person he had been dreaming about repeatedly...
Song Mingjiao felt the touch at the corner of his eye, and it was difficult to describe what he felt at the moment.
Because no matter whether it was the real him or the identity he had to play after coming to the small world, he was basically cut off from all relatives.
Only in the ancient world did there exist so-called younger brothers, but Song Mingjiao felt that the younger brother was too stupid, unmotivated, and grew crooked, which only caused Song Mingjiao to worry.
But now, Song Mingjiao suddenly had a younger brother, and she cared about him the first time she met him.
Regardless of whether he is right or wrong, I just care about him and whether he is bullied by others in school.
In the plot and settings given by the system, this brother Song Zhen does not appear.
Song Mingjiao suddenly thought, if his brother Song Zhen always existed, would he be able to accept his younger brother, as in the original plot, who humbly paid tribute to the transfer student and even gave up his future and studies?
However, Song Mingjiao did not express any of these thoughts.
He was just stunned for a moment in front of Song Zhen, blinked his eyes, and his slender eyelashes gently brushed against Song Zhen's fingers.
"No, brother, it's just that the wind was a little strong on the way home."
Song Mingjiao smiled sweetly at Song Zhen, who was a whole head taller than him.
As Song Mingjiao smiled, the red mole at the end of her eye was hidden by her eyelashes, making Song Zhen's eyes dim.
Song Mingjiao had no intention of revealing everything. With someone like He Wen, he could flirt with him as he pleased and leave him as he pleased without any burden. It was all about his body, and every time they got in bed, his true colors were exposed.
However, something as unfamiliar as family affection made Song Mingjiao, who had been at ease, suddenly feel at a loss and subconsciously avoid it.
"Is the wind strong? Uncle Zhao, please arrange a car to take the young master to school from now on."
Noticing Song Mingjiao's trembling eyelashes, Song Zhen withdrew his hand without leaving a trace.
Uncle Zhao, the housekeeper, agreed with great joy, still muttering, "Young Master, I told you, a private car is great, it won't attract attention. Don't worry, Eldest Young Master, I'll call ten or eight drivers right away, and I'll pick the one I like based on your interview."
Song Mingjiao felt that the show was a bit too grand. After all, the theme of this event was the campus, not a wealthy family. But when he saw the butler immediately taking action, he didn't know what to say.
The atmosphere in the restaurant was a bit strange. Song Mingjiao was just about to say hello to his adopted brother and leave when he suddenly heard the sound of his cell phone receiving a message.
It is the bank card transfer information.
Well, seven digits, lots of zeros.
"If your pocket money isn't enough, ask me for more. I'm glad you haven't been wronged. If anyone at school dares to bully you, don't hesitate. I'll back you up."
Song Zhen reached out to straighten Song Mingjiao's collar.
Song Mingjiao had just arrived home after dinner and hadn't had time to change, so he was still wearing the same shirt he'd worn during the day, having only taken off his school uniform jacket. The collar was a little wrinkled, with traces of repeated folds, so it was hard to tell if it had been pulled.
Song Mingjiao tilted his head. It turned out to be the concern from his brother.
"Well, thank you, brother?"
Song Zhen is taller than Song Mingjiao, and can easily touch Song Mingjiao's furry head with one hand.
Hearing Song Mingjiao's thanks, Song Zhen smiled, acting like the most gentle and caring elder brother.
"You and I are brothers. There's no need to be so formal with your brother. It's getting late. Go to bed early."
Song Mingjiao was not used to people touching his head, so he instinctively dodged and perfectly missed Song Zhen's eyes that suddenly darkened.
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After returning to the bedroom, Song Mingjiao, who had spent a relaxing day, called out the system.
"High difficulty mode?"
Song Mingjiao just asked a simple question without any sarcasm, but it easily angered the system and broke its defense.
The system looked at the rapidly collapsing main line and jumped in frustration.
[This time, the calculation was wrong! In the next world, it will definitely be carefully selected and tailored for the host!]
After the system said this, it completely went offline. Even the noisy warning sounds and collapse prompts that often appeared in Song Mingjiao's mind were gone. It was as if it was using all its strength to carefully select from the reserve world, and was determined to make Song Mingjiao surrender.
Song Mingjiao didn't care how the system would make things difficult for him in the next world. Anyway, right now, his ears were unprecedentedly quiet.
It was not until then that Song Mingjiao turned his attention to observing the bedroom that belonged to him in this world.
It was very cozy, and even made Song Mingjiao feel comfortable, which was rare. You know, Song Mingjiao was a person who was very picky about the quality of life.
No matter how Song Mingjiao looked at it, he felt something was amiss. He carefully checked the room's facilities and found nothing amiss. He even placed Song Mingjiao's favorite soft pillow in the room.
Song Mingjiao temporarily suppressed his doubts and went to wash up, but when he reached out to take the mouthwash cup, the strange feeling of those strings finally allowed Song Mingjiao to find the end of the thread.
——It’s just too suitable!
It was so perfect that even Song Mingjiao's daily living habits were met one-to-one. The toothbrush and mouthwash cup were placed in the place he used most often, and Song Mingjiao could reach them without even thinking.
Song Mingjiao suddenly looked up, quickened his pace and walked out of the bathroom into the bedroom.
Sure enough, the size of the pillow was just right for him to hold in his arms, and the books on the first shelf of the bookcase were all his favorite types.
There is nothing wrong with this, but it shouldn't appear on his first day in this small world, nor should it appear in the arrangements made for him by others.
Because these are his habits!
Just as Song Mingjiao was frowning and thinking, someone suddenly knocked on the bedroom door.
"Knock, knock, knock."
It was a very regular knock on the door, and you could tell the person was taking their time.
If Song Mingjiao didn't know very clearly that the system would not lie to him about the overall world structure and background, he would even suspect that this was not a campus world, but a spiritual world?
But Song Mingjiao was not afraid of ghosts, and he walked over calmly to open the door.
The person outside the door was not a ghost, but his adoptive brother Song Zhen.
"A glass of milk before bed. Didn't Mingjiao tell her brother before that she wanted to grow taller? You can't act like a spoiled brat and run away today."
Song Zhen has a gentle expression and looks like a good brother.
Anyone who sees this will sigh that although the two brothers of the Song family lost their parents early, they have a very good relationship and are simply a model of a wealthy family.
But Song Mingjiao stared at the milk brought by Song Zhen for a long time, and after a while, he curved his eyes and smiled.
He smiled brightly, his voice was sweet, and his tone was obedient: "Okay, thank you, brother."
Since the problem does not lie in the world background, it lies with people.
Song Mingjiao had always thought that the person who looked exactly like him and had the same surname as He was a bug that had been following him through different small worlds, although he didn't know the reason.
But this time, Song Mingjiao had a new idea.
This so-called bug could follow him all the way, even breaking through the system's constraints and achieving simultaneous travel with him. So if there was a clone, wouldn't that be possible?
Song Mingjiao was too lazy to think about it anymore. Anyway, no matter what, as long as she didn't disgust him like the original male protagonist, it was fine.
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On the other side of the villa, the servant wanted to light calming incense in the eldest young master's bedroom as usual, but was stopped by Song Zhen.
"You don't need to order it again from now on."
Song Zhen was slowly and leisurely sorting out the photos in his hands.
The servant stopped, but was puzzled: "Has the young master's insomnia symptoms improved?"
Song Zhen said "hmm". The insomnia and dreaminess that had troubled Song Zhen for many years finally had a solution.
——Because he finally saw the person he had been dreaming about repeatedly.
*
The senior high school exams were graded very quickly. In just a few days, the monthly exam scores and rankings were out and posted on the whiteboard at the back of the classroom.
After all, they were not mature adults yet. Even the students in Class 1 of Grade 3, which basically gathered the top students in the school, were only reserved for a few minutes before they stood up and looked for their names.
Song Mingjiao didn't, he was a mature adult.
Yes, that’s right!
"Hey, help me see where the name Yao Hongsheng is?"
"Who's stepping on my foot? Damn it, don't let me catch you!"
"Who's first? Who's first?"
"712 points! Mingjiao, you're first again! Look, you've surpassed the second place by a full 20 points, a huge lead! You're truly the top student in our grade!"
"Wow, Mingjiao, you're amazing! I bet anyone dares to question Mingjiao's position as the top student in the grade. Call me brother, okay?"
The mature Song Mingjiao secretly curled the corners of his lips after hearing his score and ranking.
Song Mingjiao didn't need to find the score and ranking himself. Someone was naturally eager to see the results for him, and then immediately ran to Song Mingjiao's desk to tell him.
The boy who ran over was named Mu Gu. Technically speaking, he was Song Mingjiao's childhood sweetheart. Because they both had excellent grades, they were often in the same class from elementary school to middle school and high school.
Mu Gu had some family matters during this period and often took leave, so he missed the love triangle between Song Mingjiao, He Wen and Yu Nanxu that day.
But when he came back, Mu Gu discovered: Hey, why did Song Mingjiao's seat move to the corner of the classroom? However, Mu Gu was always a carefree person and didn't think much about it.
"Well, not surprising, it can be better."
Song Mingjiao said these arrogant words calmly. If someone else said them, it would sound like arrogant boasting, but in Song Mingjiao's words, it seemed very natural.
Mu Gu, who thought he had known Song Mingjiao for many years and considered himself his best friend and only buddy, had come to announce the good news, but suddenly felt:
Although they were wearing the same school uniform, Song Mingjiao seemed like a different person, more confident and dazzling, causing Mu Gu's heart to skip a beat for no reason.
Every time the results are released, some are happy while others are sad.
But the person who is most worried today is probably the transfer student Yu Nanxu.
His face was gloomy, and he stared at the piece of paper showing the ranking with great hostility.
Song Mingjiao's grades and ranking are very high, while Yu Nanxu, who has always been proud of his academic ability, can only barely rank tenth in the class after transferring to this better high school. If the grade ranking is taken into account, he will be many places further behind.
Even when the teachers of various subjects were explaining the test papers in class later, Yu Nanxu felt that the way the teachers looked at him had changed. They no longer regarded him as a promising talent as they did at the beginning.
Yu Nanxu's face was gloomy, and he almost broke the pen in his hand. He had a feeling that this shouldn't be the case! What went wrong?
Song Mingjiao no longer cared about the so-called original male protagonist. He thought he was a strong opponent, but he didn't expect him to be so weak. Fortunately, he had regained his state of senior high school a long time ago in recent days, doing exercises and taking notes every day.
But his new deskmate, He Wen, was hiding his paper.
Song Mingjiao seized the opportunity and took a glance.
The last one, haha, he is worthy of it.
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