"Oh, right, there's one more thing I need to tell you." After leisurely strolling around with Xiao Shang for a while, Chen Bing suddenly remembered that she hadn't told her about Liu Xiaoxiao coming to her house, so she organized her thoughts and gave a brief explanation.
Upon hearing this, Shang Yunmiao's adorable face showed no reaction. She simply said that she understood and gently reminded him to remember to tell his mother.
Hearing Xiao Shang's gentle reminder, Chen Bing felt gratified, thinking that the little girl would definitely be a qualified and virtuous wife in the future.
After gently patting her head, Chen Bing took out her phone from her pocket and called Liu Yue.
As expected, Liu Yue welcomed Liu Xiaoxiao and asked Chen Bing to take good care of her, and to bring Xiaoxiao and Yun Miao to see her after school in the afternoon.
After agreeing to everything, Chen Bing hung up the phone and put it away.
Afterwards, he found two badminton rackets and played with Xiao Shang for a while, chatting about various things, which will not be listed here.
Meanwhile, after hanging up the phone with her son, Liu Yue suddenly realized something—what time is it now? Shouldn't he be in class at this time?
The child is not learning good things!
But the thought only existed in her mind for a moment before it gradually faded away.
Chen Bing's parenting experience, which she had long since abandoned and no longer needed to manage, taught her that raising children is not difficult. As long as they are given enough freedom, fed, and clothed, they will grow up well.
Strictly speaking, I only took care of my son until he was six or seven years old. Especially during his junior high school year, the relationship between mother and son felt more like that of a young working professional and his recently retired mother.
Although this made my life much more relaxed, I only needed to tend to the flowers and plants in the yard every day, occasionally bring a lucky charm home to raise, go out for a stroll, accompany my husband to work, relax and watch TV, and do housework when I felt like it.
But her busy life over the years has made her a little unaccustomed to the life of a wealthy housewife now, and she always feels uneasy if she doesn't work.
So, with only a high school education, she recently wanted to learn accounting and auditing. Even if it wouldn't be crucial, she figured it would at least help her husband manage their finances. Of course, managing the household finances was also one of her initial ideas.
Aside from work and her husband's affairs, Liu Yue also wanted to get closer to her children, to care about her son's mental health, academic performance, and her progress with her daughter.
Over the past year, the mother and son have spent little time together, and even when she is home, she prefers to stay in her room. She also tends to talk to her daughter rather than her son. Therefore, while their bond hasn't weakened, their understanding of each other has diminished considerably.
Recalling her surprise at seeing her son's towering height just a few days later last Friday, Liu Yue couldn't help but sigh: "I remember when Bingbing was born, he was only this small. In the blink of an eye, he's already so much taller than me."
I need to spend a lot of time with my son during this National Day holiday. He's my own flesh and blood, and I can't neglect him just because I like other children. Although he seems mature and indifferent on the surface, he's still a boy, and he definitely misses his mother.
Thinking of this, the maternal love that had been dormant in Liu Yue's heart for a long time began to resonate. She was instantly filled with energy and began to think about how to spend this National Day holiday...
In early autumn, the cicadas in Shandong Province haven't completely stopped chirping. Taking advantage of the midday heat, the fan whirred and whirred, and together with the occasional chirping of cicadas outside the window, it truly gave one a sense of peaceful tranquility.
The beautiful and stylish English teacher was giving instructions to her class representative, Zhang Xinyu, on the podium, while the young and energetic students, unable to contain their joy at the holiday, were chattering excitedly about the National Day holiday.
The suitcases scattered haphazardly in the back row, and the occasional bursts of loud chatter, all reflected their mood.
I checked the time, then looked at the level of noise in the classroom. The teacher, who was also looking forward to the holiday, didn't try to discipline the students but instead let them vent their excitement.
Cai Kunnan had somehow acquired a grasshopper and was now playing with it as if it were a priceless treasure. Meanwhile, his deskmate Jiang Yu, who sat across the classroom from him, was engrossed in playing with his Little Tyrant (a popular Chinese video game console), assuming no one could see him.
Not far away, Qiao Mengmeng was applying makeup in front of a small mirror, smearing all sorts of red, pink, and white paints on her big face.
Ma Shaolong, holding a copy of "Romance of the Three Kingdoms" he had just bought a few days ago, was boasting about the stories to the boys around him. He even named several emperors—Qin Shi Huang, Emperor Wu of Han, Emperor Taizong of Tang, and Emperor Taizu of Song—while claiming himself to be his favorite, Cao Cao, the King of Wei.
Across the aisle, a group of boys were discussing Marvel movies, talking about when they would go to the cinema to see Avengers: Infinity War, which had been released a few months earlier.
Looking around, Zhang Xinyu, the English class representative, was chatting happily with the English teacher. A few seats away, Ma Lele was comforting Zhang Anran about her recent breakup. Liu Yuan was serving as her male advisor, joining in the verbal attack on the unknown scumbag.
Wen Xin and Song Ze, needless to say, huddled together again, very close, talking about something. Judging from the occasional smiles on their faces, it certainly wasn't about studying.
In short, the whole class was very restless, extremely restless. Everyone was doing all sorts of things, but no one was studying. This made Chen Bing sigh, "The world is going to the dogs..."
"Chen Bing, it's your turn to log off."
"oh oh."
Withdrawing her gaze from wandering around the classroom, Chen Bing turned around and used her mechanical pencil to draw a perfectly hollow circle on the graph paper.
Seeing this, Xiao Shang was on high alert, scratching his head for a long time before finally realizing that he had no way out.
"I lost..."
After laying down his weapons and surrendering, Chen Bing smiled and made his final move, bringing the 37th Classroom Gomoku Tournament to a close. The final score was 3 to 1, and Chen Bing broke his own winning streak record—four times.
In this small classroom, all sorts of interesting things happen. Although the weather is hot, it's alright; it's a place of youthful days, with the girl I like right beside me. In every corner of the classroom, there are all sorts of interesting classmates.
It is said that one cannot possess youth and the feeling of youth at the same time. Chen Bing undoubtedly possesses the former now, but what about the latter?
Perhaps it's been buried in the days of youth, but being buried doesn't mean you can't buy good things. Because if you only have feelings about youth, you can't truly appreciate what youth is like.
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