In a convenience store.

Because the winter vacation officially starts today, everyone will not see each other that often during this period, so Murong Huan held Song Yi's hand and looked at her reluctantly.

The table was filled with various drinks, and only the strawberry milk was placed in front of Hang Feng.

Song Yi looked at Murong Huan helplessly and said, "It's a vacation, it won't affect anything, you can meet anytime you want."

Murong Huan pouted: "But..."

She understood the truth, but she just couldn't bear to leave!

Jiang Yiheng looked out the window and said in a cold voice, "Don't just think about having a holiday. With your grades, it looks like Song Yi's tutoring for you won't stop."

Murong Huan scratched her hair in embarrassment and yelled, "Jiang Yiheng! You're really good at humiliating people!"

But Hang Feng grasped the point of her words. He looked at Song Yi and asked, "What tutoring?"

Song Yi pointed to the three people in front of him and said, "I tutor them."

"Yes." At this point, Quan Le scratched his hair in distress and said, "I haven't finished my last homework."

As he said that, he looked at Murong Huan.

Murong Huan was alert instantly and said, "Don't look at me, I won't lend it to you to copy."

Quan Le looked at Murong Huan pitifully and said, "Please."

Murong Huan frowned, "What do you have to exchange?"

"I..."

"That's enough." Song Yi interrupted their "deal" and looked at them with a smile, "Are you usually doing my homework together like this?"

At least wait until she leaves before discussing it!

Murong Huan & Quan Le: "..."

Song Yi said again, "There is no rush for this homework, you can do it next time. Anyway, we are going to talk about the final exam paper in class the day after tomorrow."

At this point, Song Yi deliberately made a distressed expression and said, "The test results should be out by then, and the one who has made the least progress will be in trouble."

She didn't finish her words, but stared at the three people in front of her with a threatening expression.

Quan Le shouted in dissatisfaction, "This is unfair! My grades are better than theirs. If we look at progress, I will definitely lose."

Shen Yujing clasped his hands on his chest, "Who made you do well in the exam before?"

Quan Le: "You!"

Seeing that everyone at the table was about to quarrel, Jiang Yiheng immediately came out to stop them, "Can you two be quiet? Today is Song Yi's birthday, stop making trouble."

Shen Yujing and Quan Le glared at each other, and then looked in two directions with dissatisfaction.

Murong Huan said, "Since today is Song Yi's birthday, why don't we play a game?"

Shen Yujing loved playing games the most, and he immediately became interested and asked, "What game?"

Murong Huan spoke seriously, word by word, "Guardian Angel."

Jiang Yiheng looked over and asked, "What is this?"

Song Yi frowned, as if she had seen this game in a Marie Sue novel.

But except for Song Yi, no one else had heard of this game, so Murong Huan began to explain it to everyone.

"As the name suggests, a guardian angel is someone who guards and protects others." Murong Huan took out a book of sticky notes and a pen that he had prepared long ago from his pocket, and said, "There are six of us in total. Write our names on six pieces of paper, and then we draw lots. Whoever is drawn will have to guard her/him in the next week. After seven days, we will each score our guardian angels, and the guardian angel with the highest score wins. If the person you are supposed to protect discovers your identity as a guardian angel, it will be considered a direct failure of protection."

"It sounds interesting." Shen Yujing nodded, but said, "But it's winter vacation now, and we can't see each other often. How can we guard?"

"Then let's make up for a week's lessons." Murong Huan said with a smile: "Since Song Yi, Jiang Yiheng and Hang Feng all have good grades, why don't they all come to give us three make-up lessons, and we can all stay together this week."

Quan Le: "Good idea!"

Song Yi shrugged, "I'm fine with it, it's a good opportunity for you to do more exercises during the winter vacation."

Usually she teaches three people by herself, and if Jiang Yiheng and Hang Feng come together, it should be easier for her to have two more assistants, which is not a bad thing.

Jiang Yiheng pursed his lips and nodded.

Everyone looked at Hang Feng, waiting for his answer.

Hang Feng picked up the strawberry milk in front of him, took a sip, and said, "Okay."

"Great!" Murong Huan exclaimed, then lowered his head and carefully wrote everyone's name on the sticky note.

Six pieces of paper were folded into similar shapes and placed on the table, and everyone took the notes in turn.

Song Yi didn't have any expectations in her eyes. According to the routine of Mary Sue's novels and the so-called law of attraction of the protagonist's halo, the person she would most likely draw would be Shen Yujing.

Thinking of guarding Shen Yujing for a week, Song Yi suddenly felt that this task might be more difficult than imagined.

But the good thing is that Shen Yujing is not very smart, and the possibility of being discovered as his guardian angel is not very high.

Thinking so, Song Yi opened the note in her hand, and was a little surprised when she saw the name on it. What

a mistake, it turned out to be him?

Is Mary Sue's halo useless?

Although Song Yi didn't understand, it didn't matter.

Murong Huan said loudly: "Everyone should have seen clearly who you are supposed to protect, right? Be careful not to let people around you find out."

Quan Le sneered and said, "Don't let anyone find out. Did you write your name on all the notes?"

"You're talking nonsense!" Murong Huan rolled his eyes at Quan Le, "I'm not that kind of person. These are the rules of the game!"

"Okay." Quan Le nodded and stood up. He looked at Hang Feng with a nonchalant look and asked with a smile, "What do you want to eat tomorrow? I'll bring you breakfast?"

Shen Yujing frowned and stared at Quan Le, "The person you are protecting is not Hang Feng, is he?"

Jiang Yiheng's voice was cold. He analyzed, "Impossible. Who would be stupid enough to expose themselves so blatantly right from the start? He is just interfering with your judgment."

Shen Yujing nodded thoughtfully and said in agreement, "You make sense."

But Quan Le did not answer Shen Yujing's question. It was getting late, and soon he and Shen Yujing left arm in arm.

Today's gathering ended here, and everyone went back to their homes.

On the way back, Song Yi took out the paper ball in his pocket, looked at the person's name again, and then tore it into pieces and threw it into the trash can.

Song Yi thought about what to do next with some distress, and then walked towards home.

Hang's house.

When Hang Feng returned home and opened the refrigerator to get some water, he was a little surprised to find several leftovers in the refrigerator.

Hang Feng looked at grandma and asked, "Did you cook so many dishes today?"

You know, in the past, when grandma was alone at home, she was reluctant to cook even one dish, and often ate some pickled vegetables with porridge.

No matter how many times Hang Feng told her, she would not change, and always felt that she should save as much as possible when eating.

Grandma came out with a mop and replied, "I... I remembered it wrong. I forgot that you were going to celebrate Song Yi's birthday today, so I cooked a few more dishes."

Hang Feng nodded, but he didn't doubt this answer.

He walked to his grandmother, took the mop, and said, "It's so late, you should go to bed quickly, I will mop the floor."

Grandma stubbornly grabbed the mop and said, "You have to go to school, you should go to bed quickly."

Hang Feng said helplessly, "I finished my exam today, and I have a day off tomorrow."

Even though he said that, grandma refused to give him the mop. She was reluctant to let her grandson do something hard.

Hang Feng had no choice but to wait until his grandmother was not at home one day, and then he would clean the house again.

Hang Feng walked to the balcony, ready to take some clothes to take a shower, but he was stunned when his eyes fell on the corner of the balcony.

He strode back to the living room, looked at grandma, and asked, "Grandma, where are the fish tank and turtle on the balcony?"

"The turtle." Grandma clenched the mop in her hand and said, "I had an argument with someone when I was setting up the stall today. That person fell and had to pay hundreds of dollars, so... so..."

Grandma was not good at lying, so her voice became stumbling.

But to Hang Feng, she thought she was afraid that he would worry and didn't want to say specifically what happened.

Hearing what grandma said, Hang Feng naturally didn't care about the turtle and asked, "How are you? Are you hurt anywhere?"

"It's okay, it's okay." Grandma waved her hands quickly.

After making sure that grandma was not injured, Hang Feng gave her a few instructions, and this time he forcibly snatched the mop from her hand, saying, "Go and have a rest."

Fearing that Hang Feng would delve into the matter of the turtle, grandma hesitated and finally let go of his hand.

It should be okay...

Do people always have wild thoughts when they get old?

Although Hang Feng usually takes care of the turtle, it is not an important thing, right?

He just can't be told that it was Xu Che who took it away, otherwise a small matter will become a big one.

Thinking of the relationship between her two grandsons, grandma's back seemed to be even more hunched.

That's it.

Children and grandchildren have their own blessings, and in the future... it will be fine.

After mopping the living room floor, Hang Feng went to take a shower.

He didn't think about the turtle anymore. Although he felt it was a pity, he was glad that his grandma was fine.

On the table was the paper he drew today. Looking at the name on it, Hang Feng fell silent again.

Tonight, almost everyone was thinking about the same question -

guarding? What does it mean to guard

? Is it good for him/her? How to do it specifically?

And most importantly, it must not be discovered.