Chapter 323 Conflict with Song Chenghuan
When Xiao Yan was about to leave, a carriage with a green canopy and pearl tassels stopped.
Zhang Heyao got out of the car.
His arrogant and indifferent gaze lingered briefly on Xiao Yan, and then he helped Song Mingzhen and Song Chenghuan down from the carriage without even looking away.
Song Cheng Huan looked at the school gate and pouted, "What a shabby place, so shabby, with so many people. I want to go home."
"Cheng Huan." Song Mingzhen looked suspicious, with a hint of warning in his eyes.
"Well, at least you have to bring a maid to serve me. I don't know how to make the bed, so what should I do when I take a nap? And you have to help me dress and wash..."
"Others can do it, so can you." Song Mingzhen said, "Go ahead, mother will send someone to pick you up in the evening."
Song Mingzhen went in depressed.
On the way back, Xiao Yan kept thinking that he hoped the school could have more classes so that San Ya and Song Cheng Huan would not be assigned to the same class.
In the evening, Lu Qiniang was really worried about San Ya, so she came with Xiao Yan to pick her up.
San Ya didn't notice them and was chatting and laughing with several new girls around her.
When she saw Lu Qiniang and Xiao Yan, she immediately waved to her friends and said, "My parents are here to pick me up. Let's meet tomorrow and play together again."
She ran out like a gust of wind and said happily, "Dad, Mom, why are you all here? I can go home by myself."
She knows that her parents are busy.
When Lu Qiniang saw her daughter's expression, she felt completely relieved.
It seems that this school is really good.
Regardless of whether she learned anything or not, at least my daughter is happy.
Xiao Yan handed her the mutton pie in his hand and said, "You must be hungry."
"I'm hungry." San Ya took it, took a big bite, and then put it to Lu Qiniang's mouth.
Lu Qin's mother smiled and shook her head. "Eat it. We're not short of food at home right now. Didn't you have enough at noon?"
"I'm full. My belly is so full." San Ya was carried to the donkey by Xiao Yan. "Daddy, daddy, let's ride the donkey backwards."
Xiao Yan placed her upside down on the donkey as she requested, then he led the donkey in front while Lu Qiniang talked to her from behind.
"I don't know why I felt hungry this afternoon. Maybe I was too tired from studying."
"What did you learn today?" Lu Qiniang asked, "Teach me."
"Confucius said, Confucius said, Confucius said. I don't know why Confucius talks so much," San Ya said, "He talks too much. I think Confucius is talking nonsense."
"You're talking nonsense." Lu Qiniang was furious and made a move to hit her, glaring and cursing, "If the teacher hears, he'll beat your hand until it's swollen."
How can we be disrespectful to the saints?
"That's right. My father taught me at home that Confucius said, 'A gentleman is slow to speak but quick to act.' My eldest sister said, 'A gentleman speaks less and does more.' But Confucius himself talks so much, isn't he just contradicting himself?"
Lu Qi Niang: "...Don't talk nonsense."
"Then give me a reason."
"Anyway, don't talk nonsense." How could Lu Qiniang argue with her?
Xiao Yan then interrupted, smiling and explaining the origins of the Analects to San Ya: "The sages spent decades teaching, yet compiled into a thin volume like this. It has been passed down for thousands of years, so it must have its own meaning. Jiaojiao, you still need to study hard."
"I know." After finishing her mutton pie, San Ya rubbed the oil on her hands on the little donkey, which made Lu Qin's mother furious.
This naughty kid is really pissing me off. I won’t come to pick her up tomorrow. Out of sight, out of mind.
They have already moved into their new home, but many things have not been put away yet.
After dinner, the family was busy cleaning up.
I'm busy during the day, so I only have some time now.
While everyone was busy, Xiao Yan pulled San Ya aside and asked her some questions.
"How many classes do you have?"
"Three." San Ya said with a smile, "The teacher divided them after testing their knowledge. I am the last one."
Xiao Yan: "... Is Song Chenghuan in the same class with you? Maybe he just arrived and you don't know him yet. He's the one who—"
He tried hard to recall what Song Chenghuan looked like when they met in the morning.
"We're in the same class." San Ya said, "She's too noisy, but otherwise she's fine."
"Did she give you any trouble?"
"No," San Ya said, "Why would she embarrass me? We've met before, so we're old acquaintances. It's just that she's still as withdrawn as before and doesn't like to play with us, so we'll just play by ourselves."
It turns out that San Ya still remembers Song Chenghuan.
But this carefree child felt that the two of them had no grudges in the past or hatred in the present.
Xiao Yan didn't know whether to laugh or cry.
San Ya's ability to block out the maliciousness around her can be said to be better than her master.
It's clearly an enhanced version of Lu Qiniang.
Xiao Yan was still worried and warned her, "Whether it's Song Chenghuan or anyone else, if they bully you—"
"If you can beat him, then beat him. If you can't, go home and tell mom." San Ya answered quickly.
She is familiar with this topic.
Xiao Yan nodded, "And dad."
"Dad, there's no point telling you. Ours is a girls' school, and men are not allowed in. All our teachers are women!"
Xiao Yan burst out laughing.
All in all, San Ya said that the first day of school was quite pleasant.
But the next day, Song Chenghuan became unhappy when he saw San Ya talking and laughing with a group of little girls.
You know, she has always been the center of attention. Why are they all surrounding that country bumpkin now, but ignoring her, the daughter of the Minister's family?
Thinking of this, Song Chenghuan walked over and said to San Ya, "Hey, Xiao Jiaojiao, who are you? How dare you come here and make up the numbers?"
"A rogue yu?" San Ya tilted her head and pondered the meaning of the idiom. "Can you play the yu? Do you all know how to play it?"
Everyone shook their heads.
"None of you know how to play, and neither do I. Aren't we all in the same place?" San Ya looked at Song Cheng Huan. "If you know how to play, don't play with us. None of us know how to play."
"I'm speaking metaphorically."
"Oh." San Ya said, "Then tell me, what can you do that I can't do."
She heard the teacher ask Song Chenghuan a question, and realized that he was not as good at studying as her.
As long as she doesn't lose in studying, San Ya will have nothing to worry about.
Come on, let’s compete.
Whether it’s eating or archery, climbing trees or swimming, riding horses or walking donkeys, she can do it all!
Her mother's name is Lu Duidui, and her name is Xiao Xingxing!
San Ya has some objections to the name Xiao Jiaojiao.
If it were Zhang Jiaojiao, that would be the case.
Xiao Jiaojiao is too lacking in aura, which affects her image.
She felt that she could call him Xiao Xingxing.
"My mother is Princess Zhaoyang." Song Chenghuan said proudly.
"My mother is Lu Qi's mother." San Ya also looked proud.
"My mother is a princess. Princess, do you understand?"
"Don't the princess have a name? How pitiful." San Ya shook her head.
Song Chenghuan: "...You should kneel down when you see my mother!"
"Why, you won't kneel down to your mother? I kowtowed to her on her birthday a few days ago!"
Song Chenghuan: "You are a fool."
"Only fools think everyone else is stupid." San Ya sneered, "What are you doing here? If you want to play with us, then play. If not, don't disturb us. Class will start soon."
This Song Chenghuan, there must be something wrong with his brain.
"You are not your mother's biological child." Song Chenghuan was furious.
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