Chapter 117
While eating, he didn't forget to share a bite with Song Yan.
Song Yan looked at the food handed to him, sighed, and ate it anyway.
Even if Qin Huan is not a good-for-nothing, he is innocent.
What's wrong with eating?
Taking a taxi, Song Yan said, "Master, let's go to the nearest police station."
"Okay."
Qin Huan looked at the taxi like a curious baby and whispered to Song Yan, "Brother Yan, this is almost the same configuration as the one Uncle Song gave you."
Song Yan nodded, his eyes filled with speechlessness that could not be concealed. It was the same, one steering wheel, one accelerator, four backrests, and four wheels.
But his car is only worth tens of millions.
Arriving at the police station, Qin Huan narrowed his eyes and said, "Brother Yan, can I not go? Can you help me with this?"
Song Yan smiled brightly, but the words he said at the end were still so cruel.
"no."
Qin Huanan and Song Yan disagreed and said coquettishly, "Brother Yan, I beg you, I won't go."
Song Yan stood under the tree, isolated from the scorching sun outside the tree.
"Indeed, that incident will be remembered forever. The person who cried the hardest, the one who fought the hardest, the one who was the most innocent in the police station, and the group of people who were beaten in the end even wrote a 5,000-word self-criticism and a 5,000-word guarantee, and..."
Qin Huan immediately covered his mouth that was still shaking with his dark history.
Song Yan's eyes turned cold, and Qin Huan luckily moved his hand away again.
He turned around angrily and walked into the police station with a "bang bang bang". Song Yan smacked his lips. Is he angry?
You do it and don't let people talk about it.
Take your freshly baked ID card.
Look at the information above.
He nodded with satisfaction, thinking to himself that since Brother Yan was so sensible, he would not blame him any more.
The smile on his lips continued until the two of them stood at the gate of Nancheng No. 1 Middle School.
Qin Huan stared blankly at Song Yan who walked in, without moving at all.
Even the hairs on my body are written with resistance.
How come I’m already twenty years old and still have to go to high school?
Song Yan entered the school gate and saw that Qin Huan had not arrived yet. The corners of his mouth curled up. How could he not know what Qin Huan was thinking? "Little childhood sweetheart"
"Here!" Qin Huan looked at Song Yan with a bitter face, "Brother Yan~"
"no."
Qin Huan felt terrible after being rejected.
Why
He doesn't understand.
After being scolded, Qin Huan still did not behave himself and stayed outside without moving in at all.
Song Yan looked at the unwilling face of the person who was pressing him, and raised the corner of his mouth, "It's okay, you stay here, I'll go. Anyway, as long as I have money, it doesn't matter whether you come or not."
Qin Huan felt completely unwell. Why couldn't the admission application be processed only in person?
Song Yan stood at the door of the principal's office and knocked.
"Enter."
The principal looked at Song Yan, stood up and poured him a glass of water, but Song Yan quickly stopped him.
"No, thank you, Headmaster."
The principal waved his hand and said, "Well, you're not from our school. There's no such thing as disrespecting your teacher and destroying your ancestors."
Qin Huan, who was trying hard to refute, lowered his head. He seemed to say that Song Yan would be a thorn in Lao Shi's eyes and heart in the next twenty years.
The kind that no one can defeat.
Song Yan calmly pointed at Qin Huan, who was sitting upright with his head lowered.
"Principal, please don't say that I didn't send you a good seedling from Nanjing University."
The principal's face was wrinkled with laughter. "Hahahahahahaha, really? That's amazing."
While praising him, who wouldn’t like a promising talent from Nanjing University?
Besides, how many of the people sent by Song Yan personally could be simple?
But he still couldn't help but look at Qin Huan. He had never heard of this person before.
Facing the principal's puzzled look, Qin Huan gave an imperfect smile.
The principal nodded and said that the student was quite good-looking.
"That's right. If I just randomly accept anyone into No. 1 Middle School, it won't be accepted by the public."
Song Yan nodded, "I understand the reasoning. You just need to prepare for the entrance exam."
After an afternoon, the principal was smiling as if he had earned tens of millions.
Hahahahahahahaha.
God will not let him go.
This year, there was a person who scored full marks in science and had no shortcomings except that his Chinese was very poor.
"Okay, okay, okay."
When Song Yan saw his expression, he knew that the matter was settled.
Looking at Qin Huan who was rubbing his wrist next to him, he patted him on the head and said, "Okay, I'll give you a snack tonight."
Qin Huan's eyes lit up when he heard this.
"Brother Yan, you have to make me something delicious!"
Song Yan nodded.
Qin Huan put aside his initial reluctance to attend class and made plans in his mind.
Counting the bargains on my fingers.
"Brother Yan, if I study hard and don't make trouble, can't you cook a few more meals for me?"
Song Yan thought about it and looked at Qin Huan, who was full of resistance to studying. He really felt like he was staying abroad.
I don't want to go to school at all.
"OK."
"Yeah." He looked like a happy puppy.
"Brother Yan, I love you so much."
Song Yan turned his head away with a look of disgust.
"Don't love."
Song Yan ran away quickly. If this was the only way to love him, cooking for him every day, then forget it. Cooking for him once in a while was already giving him face.
Qin Huan was not unhappy when he was rejected.
Instead, I excitedly went to the supermarket to do a big shopping.
Smiling with a happy face.
Qin Huan was holding chicken, duck, fish and meat in front.
Later, Song Yan threw away the duck and fish and just made a big plate of chicken.
I had no idea that the meat I had spent so much time selecting was just released like that.
Even if he knew, there was nothing he could do because he wasn't the chef today.
Finally, Qin Huan was holding a can of Huang Yao and a bottle of yogurt pitifully.
"Brother Yan, please, just keep these two, okay? I'll make you my new product later. It's super delicious."
Song Yan looked at him expressionlessly, his voice cold, "Qin Huan, if you don't let go after I count to three, I'll punish you."
"three."
"two."
"Ding." A crisp sound was heard, and Huang Tao was placed in the position that originally belonged to him.
Before leaving, Qin Huan looked at Huang Tao reluctantly, "Goodbye, little Huang Tao. After all, Brother Yan doesn't want you anymore."
Song Yan looked at Qin Huan expressionlessly as he spread rumors about him.
"I'm not. Whether it's Huang Yao or something else, it has to be paired with yogurt. You can only choose one!"
Qin Huan argued softly.
"I'm not. I don't."
Song Yan nodded, "No, you didn't. The first cup of milk cap you made directly sent you to the ICU. You had to have your stomach flushed before you were able to get out."
"no."
"And that new shop you opened, do you know why so many people want the new bubble milk tea and lemonade besides the first batch?"
Qin Huan shook his head.
"Because your new product directly caused food poisoning for seven or eight people, even the urban management said that if you want to open a store, you either have to release new products or close it."
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