On the street, a young man wearing an aristocratic school uniform, with fair skin, cute eyes and a handsome face, had a slightly red cheek due to intense exercise, and large beads of sweat oozed from his forehead. He was pedaling a bicycle. But the people around him were no longer surprised, because they had seen this scene for many years. However, they were still attracted by this strange scenery. Song Qingmo, who was driving on the bicycle lane, was shouting at a Rolls-Royce that was speeding on the side of the lane. "Mu Hengshi, drive slower, I can't catch up with you. Hey! Do you hear me?"
In the car, Mu Heng was wearing a neat uniform and reading a book. He then glanced at Song Qingmo who was shouting outside the car window. Seeing that guy, his feet were red from the intense exercise and he frowned slightly, then turned his eyes back. Then he immediately put on a look of disgust and impatience and said to the driver, "Drive faster!"
"This... Young Master is not good. Young Master Song finally caught up with us." The driver looked at Song Qingmo with worry in his eyes. Although he was used to this kind of scene that happened almost every day, he still couldn't help but want to plead for Song Qingmo.
After all, if Song Qingmo's car was going fast, he'd even pedal his bicycle to the sky, just to catch up. Once, while chasing them on his bicycle, Song Qingmo accidentally crashed into a telephone pole. The scene was horrific. As a result, Song Qingmo was hospitalized for several days. Even when he returned to class, his head was still covered in bandages.
"He deserves it. Who told him to ride that broken bicycle instead of taking the car? Don't my family or the Song family have a car to pick him up from school?" Mu Hengshi put the book down and said to the car window with an unhappy face.
He knew Song Qingmo was a stingy guy. He had clearly told him when they were in school that if he really didn't want Uncle Song and the others to send someone to pick him up, he could ride in his bike with him. But he never gave in and insisted on riding the bike. He said that he wanted to save time for exercise. Riding a bike to and from school not only saved money but also exercised the body, which was killing two birds with one stone. But wasn't it just to save some time, read more books, and beat him in the exam? However, Song Qingmo's brain was not very good, and he was always suppressed by Mu Hengshi. He was always the second in the grade.
Song Qingmo heard what Mu Hengshi said in the car, and he didn't refute it. After all, he wanted to ride a bicycle. But after all, he and he had known each other for almost ten years. It was just too disrespectful. Did Song Qingmo seem so shameless? Well, the facts proved that Mu Hengshi had never given him face once.
Because Mu Heng's car had already driven quickly towards the school, and Song Qingmo was hit by a mouthful of exhaust fumes.
"Mu Hengshi, you're going to die! I'm so pissed off! I've never met such a disloyal friend before! I'm so pissed off! I must have owed him money in my past life! He's always got a sour face, and yet there are so many girls and boys at school sending him love letters, and he's popular with both sexes! Ugh!" Song Qingmo complained furiously in his heart. But he still pedaled faster.
Song Qingmo parked his bike in a parking lot near the school, adjusted his clothes, and fixed his hair. Rumors spread that he was a cool, nerdy, and academic genius at school. And who else could be considered a "scholar god" besides Mu Hengshi? He didn't think he was cool at all, but since the rumors had spread like this, he just had to accept it.
Meanwhile, Mu Hengshi had already arrived at school and was already seated in the classroom. Since they were in an aristocratic school, they could choose their classes freely. He and Song Qingmo were both in the same class. Ever since the Song and Mu families became close, Song Qingmo and Mu Hengshi had been attending elementary and junior high school together, and they were both in the same class. Song Qingmo, like a dog-skin plaster, constantly clung to Mu Hengshi.
"Hey, Master Mu, isn't your little follower here with you today? Aren't you two usually inseparable?"
"That's right, where is Song Qingmo?" The students in the classroom were talking at once.
It wasn't surprising that the students were so surprised. Song Qingmo usually had a cool, aloof demeanor, never speaking to outsiders and ignoring them, his face always stern. But with Mu Heng, he was incredibly warm. They were as close as family. Even those who curried favor with the Mu family felt inferior. Of course, after a decade of development, the Song family was certainly not bad, but the nouveau riche still held a certain distance from them.
Song Qingmo arrived in the classroom after the students had finished their booing. Seeing him enter, they all shut up and returned to their seats. Song Qingmo, on the other hand, walked over to the seat behind Mu Hengshi, who was sitting upright. That's right, he and Mu Hengshi sat at the same table. His childhood sweetheart, who found him annoying, wouldn't let him sit with her.
As soon as he entered the room, he heard those people talking bad about him behind his back again. Mu Hengshi didn't say a word to help him from beginning to end. He was really disloyal. He would never talk to him again. He wanted to have a cold war with Mu Hengshi. Song Qingmo thought secretly in his heart. After tilting his head and looking at Mu Hengshi with resentment, Song Qingmo withdrew his gaze, took out the book from his schoolbag and continued reading. The high school entrance examination was coming soon, and it was time to prepare well.
As nouveau riche, the Song family was always criticized, both openly and covertly. However, with the appearance of Song Qingmo, this topic gradually faded. Although Song Qingmo was always the second child, his academic performance was no exaggeration. He estimated that the total score for the high school entrance exam was 750, and he thought he could score over 700. Song Qingmo's father was counting on Song Qingmo to bring honor to the Song family. If those people said his family was uneducated, then wouldn't his family be even more stupid than the illiterate?
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