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Jiang Chen was afraid that the young master who was angry at getting up, so he threw a sentence "Your mother called you to have a meal" and ran downstairs, passing through the living room and kitchen like a gust of wind.

Alas, wait—

He suddenly turned his gaze and landed on Ding Xian accurately, looking up and down.

Ding Xian sat next to Mrs. Chen, wearing a small white dress, with small facial features and regular hands on her legs, looking well-behaved.

But the swollen bag on the forehead is a bit funny.

Jiang Chen was stunned and thought to himself where the girl he got from.

Zhou Siyue rubbed his eyes downstairs with a sleepy look on his face. He stomped his slippers and pulled them down. His hands were loose and lazy in his pockets. He walked down slowly. When he reached the last steps, he quickly took a few steps, stepped on the ground with his long legs, and then returned to walking slowly. When he passed Jiang Chen, he pulled out one hand and stroked the back of his head habitually, and said casually: "Are you stupid?"

His voice is magnetic and pleasant, and it is the best male voice Ding Xian has ever heard, but his words are still a bit injustice.

It's not like Jiang Chen's slippery Beijing accent.

Jiang Chen was about to ask him who was this person, but the young master didn't even tilt his eyes to Ding Xian, and went straight to the dining table, pulled a chair next to Song Yijin, sat down with his legs open.

Jiang Chen immediately followed him and sat down next to him.

Ding Xian was originally lowered his head, but when he heard the sound of a thrilling texture, he looked up and was amazed by a boy holding a chicken coop.

It turns out that he is a young master with tender skin and tender flesh, with his innate arrogance.

Zhou Siyue had just woken up and his hair was piled up on his head in a mess. He just grabbed a few handfuls and got off. The whole face was a little obvious except for the dark circles. It seemed that there was no other disadvantage to it.

Ding Xianxin sighed: Color gives the soul and color gives the soul and!

Zhou Siyue did not notice three strangers sitting on the table. He lowered his head and drank the soup in the bowl, until Mrs. Zhou called him his name: "Siyue."

"Hmm?" Zhou Siyue took her last sip, pursed her lower lip, and slowly looked up.

Mrs. Zhou: "This is your Aunt Ding, this is Ding Xian, you saw it when you were a child."

Zhou Siyue was a little myopic and didn't like to wear glasses. She squinted her eyes and identified her for a while. She had no impression. She leaned forward and said politely to Aunt Ding. He asked him not humbly or speak, and could not see any of the cramps of strangers, and she was very calm.

He turned his gaze to Ding Xian again, curled his lips lightly, and was full of nobleness.

In contrast, Ding Xian looked like a fool, with no place to put his eyes on him, nodding his head in a panic, then staring at his bowl in a panic, not knowing how shy he was.

"This is Si Yue, she looks so good." Ding's mother smiled as if she saw her own son: "When I was a child, my aunt hugged you, but I didn't expect that the children are so old now."

Zhou's father echoed and smiled, "Yes, time flies so fast."

Ding's mother poked Ding Xian who was silent on the side: "Xianxian, this is Si Yue. You two slept in the same bed when you were young."

Both parties were stunned.

Mrs. Zhou coughed dryly, and saw that her son frowned and asked to help make a comeback: "It would be better if you don't mention the things you did when you were a child, but they didn't remember anything at that time. By the way, Xianxian, I heard that you were also admitted to the third grade?"

Ding Xian didn't come back to his senses, and was suddenly called out and blurted out: "Six hundred and eighty-five points."

This sentence has become an inertia here for her. After the high school entrance examination, Ye Wanxian shows off everywhere that she was admitted to the No. 3 Middle School, so when she went out to meet everyone, she was asked about her admission to the No. 3 Middle School. How many points did she get?

These six hundred and eighty-five are really inertia.

The two families only met once before when Ding Xian and Zhou Siyue were very young, but Zhou's mother liked Ding Xian very much. She was well-behaved and sensible, and worked hard in her studies. She didn't think Ding Xian had any problems with this 685.

However, for the poor student at the dinner table, before people ask you how many points you get, you are rushing to apply for scores, not showing off? What is this difference between this and the kind of "Oh, I didn't do well in the exam this time, I only got 99 points."

Since ancient times, poor academics and top academics have never been compared.

Can the sixty-tenths of a poor student be the same as the sixty-tenths of a top student be?

Of course, except for a certain young master, he is born with a sense of oppression. Even if you get better than him in the exam, it still makes people feel that he is the best in the world. At that time, Ding Xian was frightened by his noble aura.

"We Xianxian read books until two o'clock in the night before the exam. She didn't listen to it, and she really liked studying." Knowing that Zhou Siyue's grades were not as high as Ding Xian's exam, Ye Wanxian still asked deliberately: "Siyue, what about you? How many points?"

"Six hundred and seven." Zhou Siyue replied calmly.

Ding Xian subconsciously considered Zhou Siyue's ranking in the city.

Ye Wanxian said in surprise: "That's just crossing the score line?"

Mrs. Zhou smiled awkwardly and wanted to explain, but was interrupted by Jiang Chen: "A Yue is talented and can pass the line anyway. She also played games with us before the exam."

Adolescent girls are sensitive and naturally hear the meaning of the words. You see, your daughter reads books at two o'clock before the exam, and she is only fifteen points more than the people.

Ye Wanxian then threw the slogan to Jiang Chen: "Where are you? How many points are you taking?"

Jiang Chen shrugged and disdained.

"Just enough scores."

Coupled with Young Master Zhou’s usual bland expression, this sentence is really both awesome and intriguing.

Ye Wanxian wanted to continue saying, how can we use scores? Of course, the scores are not too much. How much does one cent cost less? The children in this city are so willful.

Mrs. Zhou explained that they are all a group of kids who are good at making money, and they are also the last time to go to the high school level in the affiliated high school, and they can get any score in the exam.

Ye Wanxian smiled happily on her face, and she was so proud in her heart. After all, Ding Xian gave her a face.

Song Yijin, who had been silent for a long time, asked Ding Xian: "Sister Ding Xian, have you attended cram school during the summer vacation?"

"No." Ding Xian shook his head.

Jiang Chen snorted suddenly: "Then you have no sense of urgency. Si Yue and the others have already finished all the textbooks for the first half of the semester of the first semester of high school."

"Have you not sent the textbook yet?"

Jiang Chen tsk, "I'll borrow it from my previous seniors, oh, no, you should be the first to pass the Yanping exam, and probably no one can borrow it."

She was the second one to pass the exam, but the sarcastic meaning in her words was too obvious, so Ding Xian was too lazy to be careful.

Ding Xian looked at Zhou Siyue on the side. He was focusing on peeling shrimps and was indifferent to all the conversations on the dinner table.

The young master is the young master, and he seems too lazy to be interested in everything.

Ye Wanxian continued: "We Xianxian don't need to tutor. She is very smart and can learn it once, and we don't have to worry about it. Moreover, Xianxian is very well-behaved and never compete with other children."

Uncle Zhou nodded in agreement: "This Xianxian is obviously a good boy. He will definitely have a future in the future."

"No, I never worry about it. Si Yue, if you have any questions about your studies in the future, she will understand it."

Zhou Siyue took the last shrimp and threw it into his mouth, smiling: "Okay."

"That's right." Ye Wanxian's crow's feet were almost on the back of her head, and she said, "You usually cultivate more feelings. After all, your grandfather has made a marriage for you two."

The boys on the table were shocked.

After all, such things as baby kissing were rare in their era, but they happened to this young master. Even Song Yijin, who was still talking to Ding Xian, stopped pouting.

Ding Xian looked over subconsciously and happened to see Zhou Siyue on the opposite side twitching the corner of his mouth expressionlessly.

Zhou's father coughed dryly and gave Mrs. Zhou a look: "It's like this, but is it too early to talk about this now? After all, they are only in high school."

"I have no other meaning-" Ye Wanxian said halfway, and was interrupted. Everyone on the table looked in a certain direction.

"What are the procedures for breaking off the engagement?"

To Jiang Chen and the others, these words were indeed Zhou Siyue's style. He was so arrogant that he looked down on the inconspicuous girl like Ding Xian. Moreover, he was straightforward and never beat around the bush. It was not that he didn't understand, but he was just too lazy to play with you, let alone that young man was full of spirit.

I have never had much contact with girls since I was a child and I don’t know how to get along with each other. The female classmates who want to chat with him basically don’t say three words, and he can chat to you to death. In one sentence, it’s honest.

When Zhou Siyue smiled, his whole body was gentle; but when he pursed his lips expressionlessly, his whole body was mean.

Ye Wanxian's smile froze on the corner of her mouth.

Ding Xian lowered his head, took up the chopsticks and stuffed a big mouthful of rice into his mouth as if nothing had happened.

The meal was stuttering. Jiang Chen finished the meal at a few light speed and went upstairs to play games. Zhou Siyue wanted to go, but was pulled by Mrs. Zhou before giving up.

The young master sat on the sofa with his legs crossed, frowning a little impatiently.

Because Ding Xian hasn't finished eating yet.

Ye Wanxian pushed Ding Xian and stopped eating. He hurried over and talked to Si Yue.

Ding Xian took a bite of rice into his mouth, "I don't know what to say."

Ye Wanxian gritted her teeth, "Do you believe it or not, I will beat you?"

Under the power of his mother, Ding Xian reluctantly stripped away the rice from the bowl and was squeezed to the sofa in the living room.

Zhou Siyue was trapped in the sofa, holding one hand and placing the other hand on her legs, throwing the remote control to her, raising her eyebrows.

No word.

Ding Xian sat upright, with his back in front of him, and he picked a random station, "You go and play with them, I'll just watch TV by myself."

Zhou Siyue glanced at her sideways and tentatively said, "Then will I leave?"

Ding Xian nodded.

Go and wash your chicken coop.

"Okay."

Zhou Siyue really got up and left.

The Zhou family’s TV is bigger than theirs, and it is also clear that Ding Xian rarely has the opportunity to watch TV. TV is not occupied by his younger brother, but by his father.
To be continued...