Wang Lianhua and Sheng Mingfeng were both delighted with Sheng Xia's performance.

Wang Lianhua said, "If you can keep it up, there shouldn't be any problem getting into NUST, right?"

Shengxia said, "There's still some distance." Even if they recruit more local students, to be admitted to South China University of Technology, one must score at least 40 to 50 points higher than the first-tier line.

"Keep a good attitude," Wang Lianhua said with more confidence, and asked, "How is your deskmate?"

Xin Xiaohe?

"She is still in the top ten of our class. She is pretty stable."

"What else?"

Shengxia was puzzled: "Huh?"

"Aren't you two deskmates? Where's the other one?"

"Hmm..." Shengxia thought for a moment, "He is in the eleventh grade."

Wang Lianhua was surprised: "Is it so amazing?"

Uh, how can you say this is his worst?

Wang Lianhua was very satisfied: "The people around you have achieved very good results!"

"yes."

"During the Chinese New Year, bring some gifts to your after-school care boss to wish her a happy new year. She takes such good care of you, and your sister helps you with your studies. You should be grateful."

Shengxia's heart tightened.

younger sister……

"good."

Sheng Mingfeng didn't ask so many questions. He was very busy recently and had not been in NUST very often. He just told me over the phone, "You should focus on your language classes."

Then he asked, "Have you told your mother about going abroad?"

Shengxia was embarrassed: "Not yet..."

Her household registration is with Sheng Mingfeng, so Wang Lianhua doesn't need to prepare her family information.

So she actually didn't even plan to mention it.

If you don't have to go in the end, there's no point in saying it now, it will only disrupt the balance.

Sheng Mingfeng seemed to sense Sheng Xia's embarrassment, "Does your mother not want you to go abroad?"

"She just wants me to stay with her more..."

"It's going to happen sooner or later. Just talk to her properly. If it doesn't work, call me."

Shengxia didn't respond. Someone over there urged her to leave, and Sheng Mingfeng died.

It's already midnight and he doesn't know where to go. It's not easy for him.

Shengxia put away her phone without realizing she had let out a deep sigh.

"You live and study with two contradictory educational methods and two completely different expectations..."

Zhang Shu's original judgment echoed in my ears.

Yes, even he, an outsider who had only met her once, could see what kind of situation she had been in since she was a child.

Sheng Mingfeng and Wang Lianhua always managed to pull her in different directions.

They didn't mean it.

Just like this time, Wang Lianhua didn't know that Sheng Mingfeng wanted her to go abroad, and Sheng Mingfeng didn't know that Wang Lianhua wanted her to stay in NUST.

The decision they naturally make is to be in opposition.

It's as if they were born to be opposites.

She could never understand why Wang Lianhua and Sheng Mingfeng got married.

They are neither similar nor complementary.

They had been quarreling since midsummer.

When Sheng Mingfeng's mother, the old lady whom she didn't want to call grandma, was still alive, Sheng Xia thought that the deterioration of her parents' relationship was due to the old lady who favored boys over girls.

But after the old man left, they continued to quarrel and finally went their separate ways.

When it came time to divorce, they were more united than ever.

As I grow older, Shengxia gradually understands that the relationship between people is really about the right time, the right place and the right people.

They were able to come together in the past because perhaps they had the right time, right place, and right people. But as a certain variable changed, the harmonious state was broken, and even if this variable changed back, they could never go back to the way they were before.

But they couldn't possibly lose contact.

Because three daughters are a bond that cannot be severed.

Sheng Mingfeng knew that he couldn't raise three children by himself; Wang Lianhua knew that she couldn't afford to raise them all by herself.

They oppose each other, yet maintain a strange balance.

As for Shengxia, she knew her position very early on. She was different from her sisters.

Qiu Xuan and Liu Liu, as long as they want, they can be themselves, because after all, it was Sheng Mingfeng who raised them but was infertile, and he was the one who let them down first, so they can abandon him or even hate him.

But not in midsummer.

She is the eldest daughter and the eldest sister.

Regardless of the material things that Sheng Mingfeng could provide to his sisters, the blood relationship alone was hard to break, just like how Lingling would look forward to seeing Sheng Mingfeng once or twice a month, and would be cheerful for a while afterwards; or how Xuan would be quiet for a while after every family dinner even though she cursed, and would keep everything Sheng Mingfeng sent her properly... The effect brought by this magical medium was irreplaceable.

There must always be someone in the family to serve as this bridge.

She was the only one who could do the job.

What can she do?

That was all she could do, like a ball of plasticine, pulling and tugging.

It is difficult to maintain a delicate balance while completing self-shaping.

In the middle of summer, I turned on my computer and prepared to start writing.

According to the catalog, today I am writing about the appreciation of "Partridge Sky. Sending Kuo to the Autumn Examination".

I remember she used this poem to post on New Year's Eve, and Zhang Shu's comment - you want to study secretly, and then blind whose eyes?

No, she didn't. She was just pumping herself up and giving herself good wishes.

By the time she saw the comment, two days had passed, so she didn't reply.

Thinking about it, she opened QQ again and replied: "One judges others by one's own standards."

Less than a minute after I put down my phone, I heard a vibration.

There are QQ messages.

Song Jiang: "Are you still awake?"

Shengxia: “Yeah.”

Song Jiang: "Gentleman, are you studying secretly again?"

midsummer:"……"

After thinking about it, I replied in his words: "No, it will blind your eyes."

Song Jiang: "Well, it really blinded my eyes."

Gentleman and villain, eh...

Xin Xiaohe was right, he really was cheating one after another.

Shengxia paused, thinking that he didn't do well in the exam this time, and most of the credit for her improvement in grades was due to him. Wasn't it inhumane to say that?

What do you want in return?

Be humble? Praise him!

Shengxia: "What's my point? You are still brighter~"

The words "The other party is typing..." flashed on the chat box. He seemed to type and delete, and then type again. After about a minute, he finally sent a message.

Song Jiang: "When you work hard to the extreme, you will be inspired by wisdom. A step that seems insignificant to others is a great leap forward for you, and that is precious enough."

Shengxia scanned it with her eyes, recited it silently, and then recited it softly aloud.

——Striving to the utmost will inspire wisdom.

He usually has a sharp tongue, but his words are always sharp and soothing. However, she found that what he said at the critical moment was always positive and soothing.

Before, he was the one who said, "You work so hard, you won't get a bad grade."

He was always affirming her.

Always believe in her.

Shengxia: “Thank you.”

Song Jiang: “…”

Why is he nodding? She's grateful, isn't that right?

Song Jiang: "Thank you for what?"

Shengxia thought and bit her lip unconsciously, how to thank me?

Before she could think clearly, he had already spoken.

Song Jiang: "Can you comfort me too?"

also?

Does it mean that he just comforted her, and she "also" comforted him?

Shengxia thought hard and replied, "The poor performance this time is just an accident. Your ability no longer needs to be proven by a final exam!"

Song Jiang: "I don't think this result is bad. You are not my result?"

Shengxia: ...When she talks to him, she is often at a loss for words.

Maybe she shouldn't chat with him at this time. She won't be able to write or sleep!

Shengxia: "Then, what kind of comfort do you want..."

Even though she knew she might receive some nasty comments after posting it, she still posted it.

After all, she had experienced his confession, so her psychological endurance was very strong.

But Shengxia found that she still underestimated Zhang Shu's level.

Song Jiang: "The treatment should at least be no worse than Xin Xiaohe's, right?"

Sheng Xia was stunned for a moment, then she recalled how she comforted Xin Xiaohe...

The next second! My cheeks are getting warmer!

He! He's a hooligan!

He showed no remorse at all and sent an emoticon of a dog squatting on the ground waiting.

[well behaved.jpg]

So annoying! Shengxia quit QQ, pressed the screen off and threw it aside.

Inexplicably, she looked down at her chest. She was only wearing pajamas and no bra. Her curves were beautiful and full...

Ah! What is she doing! What is she thinking!

Shengxia fanned his face with air, but it was not enough, so he took back his phone and turned on airplane mode. Still not satisfied, he pressed and held the phone to turn it off.

The sound of keyboards never stopped that night, and she kept writing, using words to dispel the heat.

I was so angry that my hands moved very fast and I finished writing it before two o'clock.

She lay back on the bed, staring at her cell phone, and finally turned it on.

News about Song Jiang kept pouring in.

"Where are the people?"

"Asleep?"

"It must not be. Did you learn it secretly?"

"Angry?"

"Angry."

"Why are you angry?"

"I think I understand. That's not what I meant. Are you overthinking it?"

"No, it's not that you think too much, it's that I said it wrong, my language is not good, and there is something wrong with my expression."

"Bubble?"

"Little Summer?"

Ten minutes later, there was news.

"I was wrong."

Then there are several emoticons of people kneeling down and begging for mercy, all of them are very cute.

midsummer:……

Where did he get these? They were very different from the emoticons he usually used. For example, when they first chatted, he sent an ugly and weird panda head.

"Don't be angry, I'll bring you custard buns tomorrow."

Message terminated.

Custard bun.

I don’t know why, but Shengxia felt that she couldn’t look directly at these words.

She habitually clicked into the space.

He started talking again.

This time it was not sent to her, but a call for submission.

[Collect apology emojis, the softer the better. 】

Well……

It's soft enough.

The comments below were brilliant, but he hadn't set the comments area to be visible only to mutual friends, so she could see all of them. The likes alone took up several lines, and the comments were also very long. She would be embarrassed to the point of blinding herself with just a glance.

"Zhang Shu, you stole the corpse again? You are in trouble!"

"Your number is actually alive?"

"Oh my god, why don't you just tell me I'm in love? It's so mean!"

"You are so sexy.jpg."

…

Then Shengxia also saw replies from several friends, all of whom were classmates.

"Oh, I'll just watch and not say anything."

"Who did you make mad? Hahaha, is that what I thought?"

Xin Xiaohe: "Hehehe, Brother Shu, Brother Shu, I'm sending you a message~"

Hou Junqi: "Light a cigarette."

…

Zhang Shu did not reply to each one individually, but only commented on one of his own as a unified reply: Hurry up.

midsummer:……

She checked the time and saw that it was an hour ago, so she stopped sending him private messages.

I remembered what he said before, what if you were asleep, wouldn't you be woken up by the vibration?

After much hesitation, Shengxia edited a post and set the scope: only visible to Song Jiang.

Send.

The next day, when Shengxia entered the classroom, several people looked at her with a smile.

When Qi Xiulei and his friends swarmed into the dormitory, he joked to Shengxia, "Shengxia, don't be angry with Shu."

“Hahaha yeah, it’s so embarrassing to ask for emojis late at night hahaha!”

"No, you have to get angry and punish him!"

"Ha ha ha ha!"

Shengxia's face turned red and she said nothing.

Zhang Shu arrived before seven o'clock.

He put the lunch box on her table and took credit: "Tsk, tsk, I made it."

Shengxia was shocked. She opened the food box and it still had the usual milky aroma and looked very tasty.

No way, does he know how to knead dough?

"You did it?" she asked.

Zhang Shu looked proud: "Of course."

Shengxia: "Then, doesn't it mean we have to get up very early?"

Zhang Shu: "It's OK, eight minutes in the egg steamer."

midsummer:……

Well, that's pretty amazing. He was the one who took it out of the refrigerator and put it on the egg steamer.

She picked one up and took a bite.

Zhang Shu leaned over and looked at her from across the aisle, eyes full of expectation: "How is it?"

Shengxia:...Well, the brand should not have changed, it still has the familiar taste.

"It's delicious." she replied.

Zhang Shu laughed, "Are you still angry?"

She suddenly remembered that it was inconvenient to talk about the reason why she was angry.

So he shook his head: "I'm not angry, what are you talking about? I just fell asleep."

"Really?"

"Um."

"Then you haven't comforted me yet." He became righteous.

midsummer:……

He didn't look like he needed comfort.

Shengxia returned the lunch box to him and said, "You really don't need to bring this in the future. I ate at home this morning. It's not good to eat in the classroom. I'm not a patient anymore..."

Zhang Shu looked as if he was considering this seriously.

Now, she is very good at making requests without changing her expression.

Maybe this is a good sign?

Zhang Shu really wanted to pinch her serious face, but before his hand got close, the girl leaned back in her seat and looked straight at him with a firm gaze: "You promised me..."

No, like this.

Zhang Shu's hand froze for a moment, then he let it go and moved it to the back, scratching the back of his head.

Yes, that’s right. No one in the class noticed Shu’s embarrassment.

Didn't see it.

"After this semester." Zhang Shu changed his tone to a negotiating one.

He saw that she liked it, so he bought several packs. But she didn't eat it. He wouldn't eat this milky thing even if it rotted in the refrigerator, right?

Shengxia hesitated for a while, then nodded: "Thank you then."

He really couldn't bear to listen any more: "Thank you every day, but you really thank me once?"

Shengxia took out her English booklet and prepared to do the listening test. She had already put on her earphones and whispered, "Didn't you check QQ today?"

I got up and started making steamed custard buns, and then came over. He really didn't even look at it.

Shengxia ignored him. Zhang Shu sat back in his seat and took out his cell phone. She didn't send him a message?

Out of tacit understanding, he clicked on the space, scrolled down a few pages, and sure enough, he saw a post she had posted.

The time is two o'clock in the morning.

There are no words or pictures, and it is so simple that you will miss it if you are not careful.

There is only one expression, which comes with the system expression library. The little green man opens his arms and shakes them up and down - hug.

This expression is often used by middle-aged and elderly netizens to comfort others.

Zhang Shu was stunned for a moment. He turned his head to look at the girl who was concentrating on the listening task, then looked at his mobile phone, still in disbelief.

What did she post?

hug?

Because he said last night that the treatment cannot be worse than Xin Xiaohe's.

So a hug?

Ha ha?

This was not his original intention, I swear to God. He just wanted to say a few words of "Sheng's Chicken Soup".

Zhang Shu could hardly hide his pride any more. He couldn't help but stare at her profile for a long while, until her earlobes began to turn red.

Zhang Shu felt that he had not seen enough.

Oh, it's so cute.

Wouldn't it be terrible if I couldn't see you during the holidays?