Qin Yuhuan patted Ziyi lightly and told her to go back and continue reading her diary. She continued to practice the movements she had learned. When she turned her back to Ziyi and didn't look at her, her emotions seemed to remain at a stable level.
"Xiaozi, if you mess with me, I'm going to..." Qin Yuhuan said lightly, threatening in a way he thought was incredibly fierce, "I'm going to move to the bedroom to practice, leaving you all alone in the living room."
The black eyes blinked as they looked at Qin Yuhuan's back as she "practiced seriously". Qin Yuhuan didn't get a reply from Ziyi for a long time, and thought that she had said something too harsh. He couldn't help but turn his head quietly to peek at what Ziyi was doing, and ended up meeting those beautiful eyes.
Qin Yuhuan: ...
Ziyi held her stomach and laughed on the sofa, "Sister, you were peeking at me."
Qin Yuhuan: ...
"No," she said angrily. She walked around the coffee table with a rather heroic stride, held her face in her hands and bit her lips. "I was watching it openly."
"Okay, whatever you want to see." Ziyi smiled and unbuttoned a shirt in front of Qin Yuhuan. The ravines under the shirt were almost invisible, inviting people to explore. "How is it? Does it look good?"
Qin Yuhuan: ...
She coughed lightly and couldn't help but pick up a button further down. After seeing the inside, she raised her eyebrows in understanding: "I knew it, Xiaozi must have padded it."
Not only did I wear pads, I also wore something with a gathering effect.
Ziyi:!!!
"Qin Yuhuan!!!" She pulled at the collar of her shirt, her sparkling eyes filled with accusations, "I'm flirting with you, and you're just arguing with me!"
Qin Yuhuan chuckled softly, "It's not a fight."
After saying "okay, okay" for a long time, she pinched Qin Yuhuan's face and said, "Every argumentative person starts with 'not an argument'. You are too typical, Qin Yuhuan. I punish you by making you practice hard. Once you've practiced well..."
Ziyi spoke more and more quietly, and her face flushed like Qin Yuhuan's.
"Just punish me..." Qin Yuhuan tilted his head, and lightly touched Ziyi's palm with the tip of his tongue. The corners of his eyes seemed to be swimming with a bright color, which made people's hearts tremble. "After I practice well, I will use these postures to serve you, okay, Master?"
Ziyi: ...
"You..." Zizi avoided Qin Yuhuan's seductive gaze, his hair brushing against her face as he breathed, "Why are you so serious and seductive at the same time..."
When he is not honest, it will be like a mess, which makes people scared.
"Because..." Qin Yuhuan curled her lips, "I found you very amusing."
No matter what she did, Ziyi would always fail in three seconds, which was very interesting.
"Remember what Sister Jinyao said, there are always stories in people's eyes, and yours are the same."
Qin Yuhuan's words were so convincing that Ziyi couldn't help but open the drawer of the coffee table and take out a mirror. "No way, isn't she talking about that kind of vicissitudes of life? Is she saying that I look old?"
No, she is only 26 now, and her youth is finally coming back!
Ziyi looked in the mirror for a long time but couldn't figure out anything. She couldn't help but ask Qin Yuhuan, "What's the story in my eyes? Why can't I see it at all?"
"Isn't there a story about Qin Yuhuan in your eyes?" Qin was quite calm. "Xiaozi is stupid."
Posture: ???
Ahhhhhhhhhh!
"Go dance, go, go!" Ziyi pushed Qin Yuhuan back to the yoga mat. "You tease me all day long. Sooner or later, I'll make you break down."
The moment Qin Yuhuan turned his back, the two of them laughed at the same time.
Ziyi thought that Qin Yuhuan was very mean, but considering that she was only teasing people when she was in a good mood, she forgave her.
Qin Yuhuan thought that her little figure was really adorable. Even though she was a 35-year-old and had suffered injuries, she still possessed the purest soul in the world.
The number of words in my high school diary finally increased, but the diary I used was still not very well made. It was an ordinary notebook that cost one or two yuan from a stationery store. The cover was either blue or brown. It was a style that someone like Ziyi who liked beautiful stationery would never buy.
September 15
It has been half a month since school started, and I still feel dazed when attending classes at No. 1 Middle School. Thank you, Principal Xu.
September 27
My mother asked my father to go to Changping to get a certificate to change my ethnicity and date of birth. My father went there for a long time, but when he came back he still didn't succeed.
It doesn’t matter. Even if I don’t get the 20 extra points, I will still do well in the exam. If I do well in the exam, I can earn money and take Mom and Nianzhi away.
October 15
My mother said she wanted to send Nianzhi to learn painting. I asked her why she never sent me there since I also liked painting and I was very good at it.
“There’s no money at home,” she said.
I asked her why she wanted to adopt another child when she already had two children at home. She said that Nianzhi's parents didn't want her and she was very pitiful.
I don't know what to say.
She said that she was sending Nianzhi to learn painting to make up for what she owed me in the past.
She said that she just felt sorry for Nianzhi, but she didn't have a motherly instinct towards Nianzhi. She would feel distressed when I fell, but when Nianzhi fell, she would just help him up.
I can’t figure it out for the time being, but does this prove that my mother loves me too?
There was a question mark in Qin Yuhuan's diary for that day. It was his habit. When he couldn't figure out something, he would put a question mark in it. When he figured it out one day, he would write the answer on the side with a red pen and then cross out the question mark.
In the past diaries, some question marks were crossed out, and some were not there. Naturally, there were no question marks on this day.
November 3
The monthly exam results are out, and I'm number one in the class. Ziyi is also number one in the grade. I'm so angry. How can she be so amazing? She did so well in science. I must beat her next time (ps: she's not as good as me in arts, so keep up the good work while we're still divided into arts and science! :-))
Ziyi's name first appeared in the diary, and it was usually like this. Qin Yuhuan secretly competed with her, wanting to narrow the score gap between her and Ziyi by using the scores in liberal arts subjects. However, her math was really poor in the early days of high school, and she was always left behind by Ziyi.
November 28
Huanhuan was sick and his mother said he was going to die. I didn’t believe it, so I finally took him to see a professor, who said we could give it a try.
If God can really hear human prayers, can he listen to mine? I beg him to let Huanhuan survive, and I can praise him every day.
November 30
The monthly exam is over, and I did pretty well. Huanhuan’s illness has also improved, which is great.
December 3
I got first place in the exam and the doctor said Huanhuan could survive. I should have been happy, but I met Ziyi in the hospital. She was holding the little panda and crying very sadly.
I suddenly realized that first place may not be important. I am willing to give it back to her. I hope she will not cry and I also hope that the little panda can survive.
If being first once is not enough, I will never be first in the future.
Losing a dog must be a sad thing. I hope she will be happy soon.
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