Back to youth, the child's mother became a female president

Jiang Wangshu was happy about making quick money. No. 1 Middle School had a solid foundation and was generous. Last time, the No. 1 school in the joint entrance examination directly gave her a scholarship of 2,000 yuan, which was more than she could earn in a year before.

Add to that the 2,100 yuan she earned from her part-time job during the summer vacation, the red envelope from Hua Tingjue's family, and her own savings, and she has now successfully joined the ranks of people with an annual income of over 10,000 yuan.

But this is far from enough, greed cannot be satisfied, and the same goes for her desire for money.

In the afternoon, Hua Tingjue accompanied Jiang Wangshu to submit the registration form.

"Student Jiang is here?" The teachers in the Arts Department were all very satisfied with Jiang Wangshu. Whether it was her figure, appearance, temperament or grades, she was far superior to others.

One of the female teachers smiled and said, "We have decided to let you be the host of this party."

Suddenly, someone knocked on the door. It was Lin Han. He asked politely, "Teacher Li, can I come in?"

Li Xianglan waved her hand, "Come in, come in."

Lin Han and Hua Tingjue passed each other, their eyes were sharp as needles against wheat spikes, and neither of them was in a good mood. Hua Tingjue had a bad feeling in his heart.

Then Jiang Wangshu and the others heard Li Xianglan tell them: "Lin Han is one of the male hosts this time. Jiang, you and Lin Han are temporarily arranged as partners. You two should prepare well."

It was like a bolt from the blue, and Hua Tingjue stood there in a daze.

No one told him that Lin Han was the chosen male host, and he didn't pay attention to this point at all when he was looking up information, he was only focused on the prize money.

If I had known this earlier, I would have given Jiang Wangshu eight hundred yuan directly.

His uncle's!

He looked sallow, while Lin Han smiled and stared at Jiang Wangshu: "I hope we can have a pleasant cooperation."

Jiang Wangshu smiled with a fake smile but did not say anything.

Then they seemed to be assigning tasks, so Li Xianglan politely asked them to leave: "Hua Tingjue, do you have anything else to do? If not, we will take care of our own things first."

Hua Tingjue reacted, looked up and said to Jiang Wangshu: "Then I'll leave first?"

"Uh-huh."

When he walked out of the rehearsal room, he heard the teachers behind him sighing quietly: "You know what, Lin Han and Jiang Wangshu standing together are such a perfect match, so pleasing to the eye."

The people next to him echoed, "Yeah, yeah, they are both excellent students in school. They are both very good. It seems that we made the right choice this time!"

He clenched his hands slightly, which were hanging by his thighs, and then walked away with big strides.

Lin Han woke up Jiang Wangshu who had been watching outside the door, "It's time to assign tasks, Jiang Wangshu."

Jiang Wangshu withdrew his gaze and walked towards Li Xianglan with him. The program list had not come out yet, and Li Xianglan just wanted to lead them to practice the lines for a while.

"There are a total of six hosts in our branch this time. The other four will not come until the evening because they have something else to do. I will lead you in practice first."

"it is good."

"Ok."

Jiang Wangshu had never been involved in hosting before, so she was very serious, but there was a fly buzzing in her ear, "I just saw that Hua Tingjue's face was not right, don't you care about him?"

Jiang Wangshu paused in turning the pages, but continued to recite the words like an old monk in meditation, simply not wanting to pay attention to him.

Of course, Lin Han would not let it go, and continued: "People like Hua Tingjue... well, people in bad situations should be very fragile inside, right?"

Jiang Wangshu closed the script, turned around and stared at him, "If you care about him, I suggest you go and express your condolences in person. There's no need to be sneaky. Show him your love and care for him openly."

"Love needs to be spoken out loud."

Lin Han's face darkened.

“I’m not gay.”

"Oh, I didn't say you were."

Not wanting to argue with him any more, Jiang Wangshu memorized all the words in his head, so he put the script aside and stood up to urge him: "Have you memorized them? You can go over them now."

Lin Han had no choice but to recite the words following her rhythm. Both of them recited them smoothly, but the tone of their voices was very stiff, a bit like robots.

This made Li Lanxiang and others start to doubt themselves.

"Is there any grudge between them? Why are the words they say so cold and hard? I even hear a hint of hostility."

Another teacher was also puzzled: "I think so too. This shouldn't happen. Aren't we partners? Why do you make it seem like you're on a battlefield killing enemies?"

Jiang Wangshu's schedule is well planned except for the seven hours of sleep. After being busy with the host's work for a while, she rushed to the chemistry competition group. Scholarships for various competitions are also her goal. She is very serious and dedicated in everything she does, and is not disturbed by the outside world.

……

Lin Han and Hua Tingjue met at the school tennis court. Lin Han, frustrated, approached with his racket, and after getting closer, he slowly raised a nasty smile: "Do you really think that being a so-called hero makes you feel proud? Do you think you are excellent?"

"Besides, I heard that it was Jiang Wangshu who alerted the police. Could you have accomplished all that without her?"

"A match made in heaven will never be used on you."

"If I were you, I'd be ashamed. You're still living on women as always."

"I also heard that you formed a study group. Do you also want to be the top student in the grade? I'm afraid that's too wishful thinking."

"I won't chat with you anymore. The host has something else to do."

After Lin Han left, Hua Tingjue seemed to have lost his soul.

He recalled the scene today. The two of them standing together looked like a perfect couple, at least that was how the teachers saw them. Even he himself, who was not far away, felt the same way.

This also caused him to lose concentration when playing tennis next time. He didn't even notice the tennis ball coming towards him. It was Song Yian who shouted, "Ajue, get out of the way!"

But it was too late, the tennis ball hit him hard on the forehead.

"Well."

When he came to his senses, he covered his head and groaned in pain.

……

In the infirmary, Zheng Tianlang and others rushed over, looked at his red forehead and asked anxiously: "Brother Jue, what's wrong with you? You look like you've lost your soul today. You were like this when you played basketball with me just now!"

Wen Yanlin was also very worried, frowning, "Yeah, Jue brother, what's wrong, did anything happen?"

Song Yian stared at his childhood friend who was sitting on the bed with his head down and expressionless. A guess came to his mind and he lowered his eyes thoughtfully.

Suddenly, they heard Hua Tingjue raise his head, his eyes full of confusion, and he asked them: "Am I stupid?"

"Ah?" The three of them were confused and asked in unison.

Wen Yanlin didn't care about the importance of the matter. He held his chin and commented on him very objectively: "You can't say you are stupid, it's just that our IQ is not high."

Hua Tingjue: “…”

Zheng Tianlang was speechless. He raised his hand and elbowed him, threatening him with his eyes, and moved his lips as if telling him to shut up.

"Why do we need to be so smart? We just have money to spend and girls to pick up."

As soon as he finished speaking, Wen Yanlin also elbowed him and whispered, "Tianlang, you're not as good as me."

Hua Tingjue seemed like a completely defeated general. Jiang Wangshu hasn't come back since this afternoon. She should be getting along well with Lin Han.

Everyone has moments of depression. Even though Hua Tingjue usually appears cheerful, sunny and carefree, he still cannot escape the law of sadness.

The distance between him and Jiang Wangshu was visibly widening, like a crack in a valley, and the gap would only grow larger with time.

Then...will she choose him again like she did in her previous life and give birth to a daughter with him?

he does not know.

During the evening tutoring time, Jiang Wangshu was nowhere to be seen.