Mr. Zhan, please stop being abusive, Miss Zhuang has been reborn.

There really weren't many rooms in the house, and Zhuang Haisheng had always liked to sleep alone. The study and master bedroom on the second floor were forbidden areas.

The third floor was originally occupied by Zhuang Mingyue and Zhan Yan, and the fourth floor was occupied by Bai Yushu.

Now if she is asked to give up the room on the third floor, she can only move to the room on the fifth floor, which is also the top floor.

However, the only good thing about the fifth floor is that it is very quiet. There is also a large balcony in the room, where she can grow flowers, drink tea and watch the night view. Even if she is allowed to stay in the room all day long, she will not feel bored.

Zhuang Mingyue swallowed a few painkillers, drank some water, and started to clean up the house.

At this time, Wu's mother walked in with a bad look on her face, "Even if I want to move in, you shouldn't be the one to move in."

Zhuang Mingyue took Wu's mother's hand, slightly curled her lips, and said comfortingly: "Actually, no matter who lives in this room, it is the same. I prefer the room on the fifth floor to this one. I remember there are many paintings painted by my mother upstairs. .”

"There are also photos of my mother. Maybe my mother can still dream about me when I live there. I haven't dreamed about my mother in these years."

It was also the place closest to her mother.

Wu's mother couldn't bear it and held her hand, "Why is our Mingyue so sensible?"

"Because Mingyue has grown up, I actually know a lot of things about Mother Wu."

Give me some more time and I will definitely take you away.

Zhuang Mingyue started to pack her clothes and moved some things she usually needed.

Not long after, people from the housekeeping company came and replaced all the old furniture in her original room, and covered all the pink walls with white wallpaper.

In less than two hours, the room that was originally pink and full of girly atmosphere had changed its style.

There are also privately-tailored brand-name clothing companies that deliver clothes and skirts in large quantities upstairs.

Zhuang Haisheng was never stingy with giving to women. As far as she knew, a college student who had been with Zhuang Haisheng for three years gave him an apartment as a gift after he got tired of playing with her.

Zhuang Mingyue didn't have many things, so she quickly packed her things in the originally clean room.

Pushing open the glass doors to the room and the balcony and courtyard, and walking out, my mother used to grow flowers all well. There is also a painter in the corner of the wall. This position should be where my mother paints.

When you walk in and lean on the railing, you can feel the wind blowing in your face. The light and scenery are very good. From this position, you can also see Jiang Yushu's room.

Compared to her original room, this place was simply her private territory.

From now on, she can lock herself in the room and do whatever she wants here.

Apart from being a little tired from going up and downstairs, there would be no excuse to come to her room after the banquet.

Zhuang Mingyue happily lay on the bed, rolling back and forth.

Wu Ma walked in holding a framed painting of sunflowers.

"Don't mess up the bed Mingyue just made."

"Wu Ma, if your legs and feet are inconvenient, don't come to clean my room from now on. I can clean it myself, and I can also wash the dirty clothes myself."

"Wu Ma, just put the painting here."

"it is good."

When Zhuang Mingyue heard Zhan Yan's voice, she immediately knelt down and sat up, pulling off the quilt covering her head, "Brother, why are you here? Are you feeling better?"

Zhan Yan coughed a few times and said, "It's almost better. If you don't like it, Mingyue, you can move to my room. The floor is too high and it's too troublesome to go up and down the stairs."

Zhuang Mingyue: "It's okay, you can just exercise, and the scenery here is very good. You can sit on the balcony and watch the stars at night. Brother, don't worry about me."

Zhan Yan suddenly walked to the bedside and put a generous hand on the top of her head, "Brother, I'm just afraid that you will be wronged."

Wronged?

How dare she complain?

If you don't kill me, I'd be very grateful.

Zhuang Mingyue raised her eyes and smiled and said, "I won't feel wronged at all."

Didn't she give up her position so that he and Jiang Man could communicate more conveniently?

"If you need anything, you can tell me."

"it is good."

After Zhanyan left, Zhuang Mingyue brought the kettle downstairs to the room, so that he didn't have to go downstairs if he wanted to drink water in the future.

This can also reduce the chance of meeting Zhanyan Jiang Man.

...

Time flew by in the blink of an eye, and Jiang Man had been at the banker for several days.

After Zhan Yan recovered from his illness and left with Bai Yushu, he never came back.

Mingyue rarely meets Jiang Manzhuang Haisheng in this home.

They rarely come back.

Most of the time, she was alone.

Zhuang Mingyue stayed at home for seven or eight days before returning to the college. As she expected, Jiang Man had fewer classes. She taught music appreciation. Compared with other professional courses, there were very few scheduled classes. Even in the college, there were fewer classes. Not to her.

Zhuang Mingyue also returned to the class, and the monthly evaluation of the test papers issued by the teacher had begun to be announced one by one.

These monthly assessment papers are all written by the teachers themselves.

Zhuang Mingyue has already obtained relatively good scores in three subjects. The average score in professional courses is around 90, and the average score in cultural courses is around [-]. These scores are enough to be admitted to the Normal University in Los Angeles.

There's no point in trying too hard.

When the class vice president announced the class ranking, Zhuang Mingyue was ranked fifth. Everyone looked at Zhuang Mingyue with disbelief.

Someone questioned: "Is the teacher really fake? Are you sure you're not fifth from the bottom?"

The class deputy coughed a few times: "Zhuang Mingyue's recent efforts are obvious to all of you. You should also learn from Zhuang Mingyue. Although everyone here has a good family background, the knowledge you have learned belongs to you. Sometimes money does not It’s not everything. Okay, after the results are announced, let’s study by ourselves.”

"Zhuang Mingyue, come with me."

Zhuang Mingyue silently put down the romance novel wrapped in the shell of advanced mathematics and walked out tremblingly.

outside the classroom.

"Teacher, do you have anything to do with me?"

The counselor is not here, and now the class deputy is in charge of the class. He is in his 40s and wears glasses. He is the counselor of Class [-]. "I heard from Teacher Jiang that you want to change classes?"

Zhuang Mingyue nodded: "Yes, teacher."

"Actually, Mingyue, it doesn't make much sense to change classes now. On the contrary, it will delay your study. The learning progress of each class is different now. Anyway, there are still a few months left, so you should wait a little longer. If you change classes, Because Jiang Ye, don’t worry, he has been ill and hospitalized recently and will not come to the academy.”

"Hospitalized? What happened to Jiang Ye? Is he seriously injured?"

The class deputy frowned: "The situation is not optimistic. When I went to see him, he was still in a coma. Mingyue...the teacher also knows more or less about your family. If possible, talk to your family and give you some advice." That’s enough of a lesson, don’t be too harsh.”

"Teacher, can I take leave to see him?" Zhuang Mingyue also wanted to see how Jiang Ye was doing.

Her injury had nothing to do with Jiang Ye.

She understands Jiang Ye, Jiang Ye really hates her.

But he really wanted to kill her, and he wouldn't let anyone do it secretly.

"Let's wait until the last class. Now, let's have a good time in class."

"Yes, teacher, I know."