Hardcore coquettishness
Didn't he say that their children's rankings were very stable, and there had never been any major ups and downs, which made their little hearts calm and there was no surprise at all.
Jiang Qing hesitated and whispered, "Almost... looks like he failed?" She carefully raised her eyes to glance at her father's expression.
Jiang Shanhai's heartbeat suddenly lost its rhythm. He was shocked: "??!! Are you serious?"
Jiang Qing nodded solemnly and said sadly, "Otherwise I wouldn't be so cautious, for fear that Mom would find out." She clasped her hands together and acted coquettishly to her father, "This time it was an accident, an accident. Next time, I promise, I will return to normal."
Seeing his daughter's pitiful expression, Jiang Shanhai couldn't resist her coquettish offensive, and his eyes wandered: "Since you said so, just this once, you should pay more attention on the next test."
Jiang Qing quickly assured: "Okay, okay."
Not surprisingly, dads are the most vulnerable.
"Then you should also go to bed early and don't damage your eyes." Jiang Shanhai looked at the textbook spread out on the table, which was covered with densely packed notes, and then looked at the sincere expression on his daughter's face, and could only say dryly.
Jiang Qing watched her father leave, and while agreeing, she reminded him, "Keep it a secret. Remember to keep it a secret."
Could it be that his daughter will continue to perform steadily and follow the path of a poor but hardworking student?
Jiang Shanhai walked out of the bedroom in a daze. His daughter had caused such a big trouble that she dragged him into it as well.
Passing the burden on to someone else, Jiang Qing relaxed instantly. The first crisis she had encountered since crossing over had been successfully resolved. The pressure now fell on Comrade Lao Jiang. It now depended on how he could cooperate with her in this guerrilla warfare and deceive Ms. Wang.
Putting this matter behind her, Jiang Qing closed her textbook and relaxed her whole body on the bed. The soft quilt fell and bounced up again. Wrapped in the warm quilt, she took a deep breath of the cotton scent and sighed heavily.
Returning to youth, it seemed as if the blood was burning. University was too decadent. Now back to this age where still needs to struggle, Jiang Qing has become completely sober.
But now, it's time to rest. She lay in bed for a while, got up again, went to the bathroom to wash up, and returned to the room, where she fell into a deep sleep.
"Jiang Jiang, get up, get up."
"I'll sleep a little longer." Jiang Qing was half asleep and half awake when she heard her mother's voice. She frowned and wrapped herself deep in the quilt to avoid the interference of the evil sound.
"Sleep, sleep, more sleep." Wang Hong didn't indulge her daughter and violently pulled back the soft quilt. "If you sleep any longer, you won't have to eat breakfast if you're late."
"If you don't want to eat, then don't eat," Jiang Qing muttered, "I'll get up and heat up the food myself."
Wang Hong was shocked and angry: "Are you not going to go to school anymore?"
Go to school? What kind of school? Why would anyone go to school if they were all working people?
Jiang Qing suddenly woke up. When she opened her eyes, she saw Ms. Wang's dark face. She smiled flatteringly, "Come on, come on right away. I was confused in my sleep, wasn't I?"
Under Wang Hong's expressionless gaze, she quickly stood up, washed her hands and face, rinsed her mouth, changed her clothes, and then followed Wang Hong and sat on the dining chair.
Jiang Shanhai on the opposite side looked at his daughter, then at his wife, then lowered his head to drink his porridge, trying to reduce his presence.
Jiang Qing picked up the prepared millet porridge and ate it with fried dough sticks, buns and pickles.
Wang Hong's expression relaxed. Her daughter didn't know her status if she didn't scare her for a day. She even said she wanted to heat up her own food. She was afraid that she would wait until the couple went to work and then sleep until noon.
Jiang Qing ate her breakfast slowly and wandered to the bathroom to brush her teeth. She fixed her school uniform and hairstyle in front of the mirror, then returned to her room to pack her textbooks into her schoolbag. She carried her schoolbag to the door and put on her canvas shoes.
When I was about to leave, I heard my dad call out, "Wait, take the porridge and buns with you."
Jiang Qing looked at the breakfast that was stuffed into her with a confused look on her face.
"For Nan Nan's kid."
Oh, she forgot, she always brought breakfast to Lin Nanyan when she was in high school.
"Okay, Dad, I got it. I'll bring it to him." Jiang Qing ran out of the house happily, carrying breakfast in her hand. "Wait for me to come back in the evening."
She ran all the way to the door of 201 and raised her hand to knock on the door: "Lin Nanyan, the sun is shining on your butt, you are going to be late, open the door quickly--" She dragged out her voice and called out in a strange tone.
Lin Nanyan sat on the sofa, his long legs slightly bent, his eyes closed, one hand resting lightly on his knee, and he silently recited the preface to the Pavilion of Prince Teng: "Painted beams fly with clouds from the south bank in the morning, pearl curtains roll up the rain from the west mountain in the evening. The idle clouds and shadows of the pond drift by leisurely, while things change and the stars shift, passing through several autumns."
Occasionally he looked at his watch and waited quietly for Jiang Qing's cheerful voice to sound.
"Where is the emperor's son in the pavilion now——"
The girl's voice sounded outside, he put on his schoolbag and walked to the door in a few steps.
"——Outside the railings, the Yangtze River flows on in vain."
Jiang Qing was caught off guard by the call and her hand that was knocking on the door almost hit him.
"Why do you walk like my mom, without making any sound?"
"You were too loud, so I didn't hear you." Lin Nanyan took the breakfast from Jiang Qing and turned to walk downstairs. "Let's go, it's time to go to school."
Jiang Qing followed behind him, watching his gradually lowered back, and couldn't help but tease: "You are quite self-conscious, eating so actively."
Lin Nanyan didn't even turn his head: "If you're not active in eating, there's something wrong with your thinking."
The two of them walked down the stairs side by side. Jiang Qing agreed beside him, "That's right. There's nothing more important than eating."
As they walked side by side on the boulevard, she turned and said, "So you should eat less frozen food in the future. My dad says it's not very nutritious."
Lin Nanyan sipped his millet porridge while responding, "Didn't you agree with it before? Frozen food is labor-saving and convenient. Why have you changed your mind now?"
Jiang Qing couldn't remember what she had said before, so she couldn't help but emphasize, "That was in the past. Now we're in high school, and we have to focus on studying. Our bodies are consuming a lot of energy, so we definitely need to supplement our nutrition and stop eating frozen food."
Lin Nanyue's eyes suddenly turned sideways. He never thought that this girl who ate junk food every day would be more aware than himself one day.
He said indifferently: "You've been here for so many years, why do you still care about these two years?"
Jiang Qing pinched Lin Nanyan's side hard. The boy was thin but not frail, but she was very sure that she felt the boy's tense and vague muscles, and was shocked for a moment.
How can this guy maintain a good figure while having such good academic performance? Is he an iron man?
"How does it feel?"
Jiang Qing replied smoothly, "Very good."
She didn't expect that Lin Nanyue still had muscles at this time. She had never noticed it before.
After the words were uttered, Jiang Qing finally realized what she had said.
She quickly withdrew her hand and changed the subject with a stern face: "I'm saying that you should learn to cook in the future and make some healthy meals for yourself. Don't go back to eating instant noodles and frozen dumplings when I turn my head away."
Over the years, their family has fed Lin Nanyan from time to time, and he actually doesn't live on convenience foods alone. It's just that Jiang Qing's family can't provide him with three meals a day, so she often sees Lin Nanyan eating junk food when she is not careful.
This gave her the impression in the past that without her, Lin Nanyan would only be able to eat junk food.
Lin Nanyan looked at Jiang Qing, who had a tense face but still looked very weak, and stated the fact: "I can't cook."
"If you don't know how, you can learn." Seeing that Lin Nanyan was about to give in, she pressed on, "I can teach you. I know how to do it."
Lin Nanyan: "You...?"
"What's wrong with me? Stop looking down on me. Even though my cooking isn't that delicious, I inherited my dad's culinary skills. I can cook anything. Even if my cooking isn't tasty, I'm in charge. Just make sure you cook well."
The more Jiang Qing talked about it, the more she thought it was a good idea. Although she wasn't a good cook, her theoretical knowledge was excellent. Although the food at home was good, she was under the control of her mother, and her father couldn't always satisfy her. If Lin Nanyan learned to cook, wouldn't she be able to order whatever she wanted and enjoy a feast?
"What do you think?" She was delighted, becoming more and more happy. "Not only will you not have to worry about nutritional supplements in the future, but we can also eat whatever we want."
The happy face stood in front of him, and it was hard for Lin Nanyan to ignore it.
"I think you are greedy."
Jiang Qing was not embarrassed or angry even though her purpose was seen through.
"Is it okay?" She tugged at the corner of Lin Nanyan's clothes, "Nannan, Yanyan, Brother Nanyan——"
Lin Nanyan was so annoyed by being yelled at: "Okay, okay, I'm scared of you, just order whatever you want."
"Then we have a deal. You are not allowed to refuse when I order the dishes." Jiang Qing got what she wanted and was very happy.
"Speak later, speak later."
Lin Nanyan just perfunctorily answered her, saying that he couldn't just cook spicy lobster for her every day just because she ordered it, would her stomach be hurt.
In reality, Lin Nanyan hadn't wronged Jiang Qing. She truly thought so. The dish she most wanted to order right now was spicy crayfish. Spicy, crayfish! Just thinking about it made her drool.
"Why are you talking about that again? I want to eat spicy crayfish, roasted lamb, twice-cooked pork..." Jiang Qing drooled as she counted.
Lin Nanyue stopped and looked straight at Jiang Qing.
Jiang Qing felt guilty being looked at, and her voice became lower and lower: "If you don't want to order, then don't order. But we agreed that you would learn to cook."
Lin Nanyan breathed a sigh of relief calmly and nodded in agreement.
The two of them were walking on the way to school. The breeze was blowing gently, and Jiang Qing's hair was floating towards Lin Nanyan.
The sun rises from the horizon, and Nuannuan watches the lively boys and girls. No matter how the world changes, it always exists, runs, and watches.
Young boys and girls discussed recipe tutorials along the way, their chatter blending into the bustling atmosphere of the streets.
Standing at the school gate, Jiang Qing looked up at the huge sign "Jiangyuan No. 1 High School" hanging on the gate. The silver cover and gold letters shimmered in the sun like gold dust.
She made a photo frame with her hands and observed the campus through the gaps between her fingers. Yesterday's whole day was hectic and hurried, and now she finally had time to stop and relive her high school life.
"Look, how beautiful our school is."
Lin Nanyan glanced sideways.
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