All the staff crazily criticize the villain, only the heroine is cute

That night, Father Ning was still driving Ning Yan home.

The homeroom teacher immediately notified Ning's mother and Ning's father after the incident, and told Ning Yan to bring some specific documents to the Beijing University interview on Saturday.

On the way back now, the smile on Father Ning's face never went away.

When she got home, Ning Yan realized that Mother Ning was exaggerating even more.

Not only did I cook a table of dishes myself, but I also bought a double-layer cake.

There were quite a few branded shopping bags in the room, which made Ning Yan almost suspect that she had entered the wrong house.

"You say it's a coincidence, when your class teacher called me today, I was shopping in the mall."

Ning's mother picked up a chopstick and handed it to Ning Yan's bowl, her whole face glowed red.

"After dinner, I cut the cake. I saw it while shopping in the house today. You can go back later and see if you like it. If you don't like it, mother will take you to buy it another day."

Mother Ning's love made her feel like she was soaked in honey, Ning Yan smiled helplessly and said:

"Mom, I'm only the first in the competition. Whether I can be recommended or not depends on the interview on Saturday. Is it too exaggerated?"

"How is this an exaggeration?"

Father Ning interjected: "Baby girl won No.1, so she must be rewarded. It has nothing to do with guarantee or not. One size is worth one yard. If we can guarantee it, Mom and Dad will give you a reward! "

"That's right, I know you study hard and your parents are not around you, so just tell us what you want."

Mother Ning picked up another dish with chopsticks as she spoke.

Ning Yan couldn't laugh or cry.

She knew that these were compensations for the two of them working so hard for so many years, so she didn't shirk it anymore.

The whole family had a happy dinner together.

After the meal, Ning Yan returned to her room and began to meditate on the shopping bags all over the floor.

Bag after bag was opened.

Some are clothes, some are shoes, and even one of the latest mobile phones on the market.

There is a palm-sized small bag on the desk. The logo is a famous beauty brand.

Ning Yan opened it and saw that inside was a very popular lipstick.

There was also a small card in the bag that read, "Happy birthday to baby girl in advance."

The end of next month is Ning Yan's birthday, and her birthday happens to be a few days before the winter vacation. That time of year is also the busiest time for Ning's father and mother.

Although there is no way to celebrate her birthday, the two will prepare birthday gifts in advance every year.

Ning Yan couldn't describe his mood at this moment.

I just feel that seeing these things now, somewhere in the bottom of my heart seems to be filled, gathering little by little into a warm current.

Maybe it's nice to feel like family.

Xiao Qi shrank in the sea of ​​consciousness, feeling her master's mood changing little by little, and grinned in relief.

After staying for so long, the master has become a lot more humane.

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On Saturday, Mother Ning and Father Ning accompanied Ning Yan to Beijing University.

It is said to be an interview, but in fact it is just a formality.After all, the rules of the competition are that the first and second places are eligible for recommendation.

At this moment, several teachers from the Admissions Office and the Academic Affairs Office just asked Ning Yan a few simple questions, and Ning Yan answered them all in a graceful manner.

At the end of the chat, several teachers were all relieved.

Ning Yan confirmed that she was admitted by Peking University in advance, and before leaving, she added the contact information of the admissions teacher.

The other party sent an electronic form, requiring her to fill in her personal information and target major and send it back before the deadline.

On the way back, Ning's father and Ning's mother were overjoyed, they were discussing which major of Beijing University is better, and they were planning to ask for leave to take her out for a trip.

Although it has been confirmed that she will be sent to school, Ning Yan is still planning to spend the remaining half a year in school, and she really wants to try the feeling of the college entrance examination.

Not just for Zhou Tingsi.

There are still friends in school, and there are classmates who get along day and night. Ning Yan hopes to spend the last purest time with them.

As for majors, she doesn't really like anything in particular.

Beijing University is most famous for finance and computer. Ning Yan weighed the two, and still felt that computer was more to his liking.

Ning's father and Ning's mother have always respected her opinion, seeing that she didn't want to travel, they didn't force her.

Father Ning said happily while driving: "It's okay, after you finish the college entrance examination, if you want to go out, you can make an appointment with your good friends."

Ning Yan smiled and was about to nod, when Ning's mother in the co-pilot interrupted: "When you go to college, you can also fall in love. Does Xiaoyan have a boy he likes?"

Originally, Mother Ning just wanted to tease her daughter on purpose, and wanted to see her shy little expression.

In the end, she didn't see what she wanted to see.

In the rearview mirror, Ning Yan was stunned by her words for two seconds, then thought for a while, and nodded quite solemnly.

"some."

"What?"

Mother Ning was stunned.

Father Ning was also stunned.

"No, Xiao Yan, I'm just asking, do you really like someone?"

Mother Ning was surprised, she turned her head from the co-pilot, and looked at the back seat questioningly.

"Really." Ning Yan nodded again.

She thought about it.

Since she promised Zhou Tingsi to give him the answer after the college entrance examination, it is necessary for her to communicate with her parents early to prepare them mentally.

After all, she is not going to step on two boats.

Mother Ning took a deep breath, and asked uncertainly: "Then, you...you have already..."

Perhaps realizing that the word "puppy love" is inappropriate, Ning's mother held back the topic, "Is he from school? Does he like you?"

"You're asking that, who doesn't like our daughters!" Father Ning, who was driving, clicked his tongue, and his tone sounded a little boastful.

Ning Yan suppressed her smile, nodded and said, "It's a boy in the same grade as me."

At the end, she added another sentence: "There is no puppy love."

Ning's mother's gossiping heart was suspended, she was usually too busy, and rarely had the opportunity to discuss these topics with her daughter.

Before she could ask any more questions, she saw Ning Yan smiling brightly again, "We are going to confirm our relationship after the college entrance examination."

In a brief minute, Ning's mother and Ning's father suffered three or four consecutive critical blows.

Especially Father Ning, he is driving now and it is difficult to turn around, but his eyes are wide open, and he is deeply suspicious.

He worked so hard to raise such a big daughter, and was kidnapped like this?

Ning's mother knew that her daughter had her own ideas and she didn't need to worry about everything, but she really didn't expect that she didn't have to worry about it to this extent.

Ning Yan had already guessed the questions they were full of, and explained to them very concisely.

"The surname is Zhou. He should be from G City. He is 188cm tall. He has muscles. He looks good but his grades are not good. Do you have any questions?"

Ning's mother tongue was at a loss for a while, and suddenly he felt that he was being turned into a customer. After frantically searching in his mind, he tentatively asked, "How good-looking is he? Is he a handsome guy?"

It was the only word she could think of right now.

Ning Yan thought of Zhou Tingsi's monstrous face, where he was not a handsome guy, he was obviously an old monster.

Speaking of photos, Ning Yan shook her head at Mother Ning, she really didn't have any after knowing each other for so long.