Over the years, Qianyi has only a handful of things given by his parents, almost all of which are gifts from the old man and gifts from his uncle occasionally. These things are still Qianyi, including the car parked in their garage.

But my husband said this, and he must have his intention. Qian's mother followed Qian's father's intention and coaxed Qian Minwen a few words.

In the Academic Affairs Office of No. 1 Middle School, Qian’s father and Qian’s mother took Qian Minwen to go through the admission procedures.

"Mr. Qian, Mr. Qian, don't worry, you two. I will definitely arrange it for you properly when I hand it over to me." The director of the Political and Education Department of Mediterranean smiled and said, "It is a bit difficult for Mr. Qian to be assigned to Class 2 (1) in high school, but I believe that Mr. Qian is a hardworking and serious child. He will get results that match Class 1 (1) in the next exam."

"There is one more thing..." Qian's mother said, "My little daughter, she has poor grades..."

"Don't worry, since you are sisters, then arrange them together and sit at the same table, what do you think?" The director of the Political and Education Department asked enthusiastically.

"No, I mean," Qian's mother lowered her voice, "She is not very obedient and doesn't care about studying. She is assigned to a good class and is afraid of affecting other students. Look, which class is slower and suitable for her to play like this?"

Director of Political Education: "Isn't that the second grade (11) class? It's just that the students in this class may be a little... naughty."

"It's okay, my little daughter is a lively girl. Unlike her sister, she doesn't like studying."

"Don't worry, even if you don't like to study, the head teacher of their class is a responsible person and can always teach well."

Qian's mother smiled, "The class teacher is a playful person, and it would be better if he doesn't restrict his students. We have no high requirements for our young daughter. As for children, happiness is the most important thing."

As she spoke, a card was pushed to the director.

The Academic Affairs Director looked down and asked hesitantly: "Then, change the head teacher of Class (11) to another... without restraint on the students?"

"Don't be restricted in your studies, take care of your behavior, and be more strict. I'll ask you for this." Qian's mother smiled and had some subtle meanings that only adults could understand.

Qian Minwen didn't say anything throughout the whole process. She knew why. Grandpa said that there was one year left for the college entrance examination, and two granddaughters would be rewarded with a lot of money when they studied well. This money obviously should not be the meaning of money. It seems that her parents meant this.

The desk and chair in the corner of the Academic Affairs Office tear down, and a boy stood up when no one noticed it in the office.

The boy was wearing a black and red sports school uniform, with a blush on his cheeks. The boy who had just woken up blinked his peach blossom eyes, and the fog-like watery spirit was restrained. He pursed his thin lips and walked out.

The boy is very tall, with wide shoulders and thin waist, and his thin figure as a young man makes him look like he came out of a comic, especially his cold voice is a little cold.

"Borrowed."

The Qian family stared at the boy for a few glances, but they didn't expect that there was such a handsome young man here, who was even more dazzling than the stars on TV, especially Qian Minwen, who stared at the boy, was already losing his soul.

The director stared at the boy who was tired and revealed the boring, and had a headache: "Liangjuecheng, why are you sleeping in the Academic Affairs Office again? Go back to your class to sleep!"

The boy kept his schoolbag and said nothing. He lowered his head, his slightly long black hair covered his forehead, hiding the pair of peach blossom eyes that were picked.

The director of the teaching director had a headache and waved his hand: "Okay, go find a place to sleep, don't run around."

The boy walked away, his cold eyes swept across the Qian family's three, and he lowered his eyes to go out.

I was forced to hear what I just heard while I was sleeping... I am afraid that the little daughter of this family is not her biological child, and compared with her sister's treatment, it is really miserable.

But it has nothing to do with him.

Liangjuecheng yawned and went to find another place to make up for sleep.

Qian Yiyi was one step behind the Qian family's car and encountered a traffic jam again. It was time for class when he arrived at school.

Fortunately, she was a transfer student, and the teacher on duty took her to get a uniform and asked her to go to the school clinic to change her uniform and take her to the class.

The school doctor is not there in the school clinic. There is only one bed with a curtain on it.

"Is anyone here?" After waiting, no one answered.

Qian Yiyi locked the door with his backhand,

The school uniform is a sportswear, black and red, full of socialist atmosphere.

She threw her schoolbag under the desk and began to take off her clothes.

She was wearing a round-neck shirt and jeans today. She could wear a school uniform jacket on her shirt, but her pants were not.

Qian Yiyi just took off her jeans, and there was footsteps outside the school clinic, and the door handle was twisted.

She locked the door.

Qian Yiyi seizes the time to lift his pants.

The door handle was twisted and the door was opened.

Qian Yiyi's scalp is numb.

This door lock is actually broken!

Qian Yiyi lifted the curtain and hid behind with his pants.

She quickly pulled up her school pants. After a second of nervousness, Qian Yiyi's heartbeat calmed down slightly.

Her relaxed breathing sound overlapped with another breathing sound.

The sound is so close.

Qian Yiyi suddenly turned around and a boy sat on the bed.

The boy had already turned his back, and from the perspective of money intention, he could only see the boy's slightly red ears.

Qian Yiyi gritted his teeth.

When she came in, she asked specifically if anyone was there, what happened to this boy!

He won't...see it, right?

Through a layer of curtains, the people coming in began to speak.

"Minwen, let your class teacher take you back to the class after changing it."

The one who spoke was Qian’s mother.

"The new class is a key class. Come on, study hard and show the excellence of the past," Qian's mother paused, "Don't let the money be more willing than you."

"My mother, you don't have to worry. Even if I don't study, I can do better than the money-oriented exam."

Qian Minwen's voice was very gentle.

"I have made arrangements. The classes that Qianyiyi is indifferent. The newly changed class teacher is also a scheming person. Qianyiyi cannot learn well. But you cannot relax. Your grandfather prefers her, and maybe he will give her something in the future. Don't come back to our house after school, go to grandfather's house, and spend more time with grandfather, so that grandfather likes you more."

"Okay, I will."

"Mom, Qian Yiyi's car..." Qian Minwen stuttered.

"Don't worry, good daughter, she will be yours in the future."

Qian Minwen changed her school uniform outside the curtain, and the mother and daughter left.

Qian Yiyi passed away and took his attention back boredly.

Qian’s mother is easy to make plans, but it depends on whether it can be done.

Her attention was still on the boy.

The boy had turned his head.

He had just woken up and had a circle of blush on his cheeks, which looked like a shy blush. But the eyes revealed from the black hair covering his forehead were gloomy. He glanced at Qian Yiyi, his eyes were completely cold, and he even looked cold.

Such a boy has three words written on it: "It's not easy to mess with."

Qian Yiyi looked at him and shook his school uniform and put it on.

The matter was urgent just now, and neither of them did it on purpose. Since that's the case, it would be better to assume that nothing had happened.

A school sign fell from the school uniform and fell to the boy's hand.

The boy lowered his eyes.

There are three words on the school sign: meaning of money.

The mother and daughter outside the curtain just now were the family members of the teaching department, who were suspected to be either their biological daughter or the person in front of them?

The boy looked away without interest.

Qian Yiyi knew at a glance that the boy would not help her see the school sign, so he reached out to get it.

The school sign was located next to the boy's thigh. Qian Yiyi bent down and stretched out his hand when the school clinic door was pushed open again.

"Ryojue City is here?"

The person who came in strode and opened the curtain.

"Don't sleep, you guys take this class...Fuck?"

The person who came was a teacher. When he saw the boy and girl sitting on the bed with an ambiguous posture, he widened his eyes: "Liangjuecheng, what shy things are you doing with girls in the school clinic in broad daylight?!"

Qian Yiyi was stunned.

Who? Liangjue City?
Chapter completed!