He Is Warmer Than Time

In addition to thinking about Bing Bing in his free time, Song Ran spent all his energy on studying.

Song Ran’s deskmate Li Sheng's results were not very good. The three of them occupied seventeenth, eighteenth, and nineteenth places respectively. That is to say, the three of them are at the middle level, half a catty.

However, Li Sheng's Chinese performance is very top-notch, and he can basically get to the first grade every time, and his composition is particularly good. Song Ran's Chinese is relatively weak. Sitting with her, they complement each other.

Song Ran took Li Sheng’s language test paper and looked at it carefully. It was not until the politics teacher walked into the classroom that she returned the test paper to Li Sheng, and then spread out the exchange book for the two of them and wrote on it. Said: "Should I go to your house tonight?"

Li Sheng glanced at the political teacher on the podium explaining the test papers, and quickly answered her question in the notebook: "Is it true? Or... let me lie again?"

Song Ran: "Really go."

Li Sheng: "Something?"

Song Ran: "Learn to communicate."

Li Sheng: "Okay, you can go to my house to taste the craftsmanship of my nanny. Aunt Chen cooks dishes that are unique, and no one dislikes it."

Song Ran: "Okay, class is on, listen carefully."

The communication book was closed, and the two listened to the class attentively. Li Sheng's subject was more serious. Only the Chinese class was the most serious. Other classes were always easy to errands. Song Ran grabbed her attention from time to time. , Let her not be distracted.

For this, Li Sheng is very grateful to her.

The determination of the two to make progress together is even stronger.

When school was over in the evening, the two of them were out of the classroom together. Wen Huihui watched them leave, and heard her current deskmate’s lukewarm voice: "Huihui, why doesn’t Song Ran have a couple with you now? Right? You used to be inseparable wherever you go."

Because she was remembered for stealing, now the only classmate in the class, Li Yan, is willing to talk to her.

Wen Huihui sneered and said: "The rich like to play with the rich. Song Ran has always been a force. Now, I finally show my true colors. I was abandoned by him."

Li Yan touched her head: "Ah? I don't think Song Ran looks like the kind of person who dislikes the poor and loves the rich. Is there any misunderstanding between you? You have been at the same table since the kindergarten, what's the matter? Misunderstanding, tell her clearly."

Wen Huihui snorted softly: "You, I was just bewildered by her appearance. They Song family, I can't afford it, she likes to play with Li Sheng, and I don't force it. I don't have one to open the bread. Where's the father of the room."

Li Yan packed up her schoolbag and said suspiciously: "Didn't your mother run the dance hall?"

Everyone in this school thought Wen Huihui was also a rich daughter. She never said that her biological mother was just an ordinary worker in the No. 1 Steel Plant. Everyone thought Du Limei, who opened the ballroom, was her biological mother.

Wen Huihui squatted in her heart, yes, she almost missed her mouth to let others notice her poor origin. She smiled awkwardly: "I don't have a factory to make a lot of money when I open a dance hall. My family is just a dance hall, Song Ran. I don't like it, so I climbed Li Sheng."

Li Yan shook her head: "I really can't see that Song Ran is that kind of person. I always thought she was very good to you."

Wen Huihui sold it pitifully for a while before she walked out of the school gate with Li Yan. Before, she was picked up by Song’s car and sent to Zhongshan Road after school. Now, without Song Ran, she has nothing to do. Can take the bus.

But Li Yan went to the same platform with her, she was a little panicked: "Isn't your house nearby? Why do you need to take the bus?"