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

Wen Yanlin added fuel to the fire and asked stupidly, "Why are we the only ones doing the questions here? Why hasn't Sister Shu come back yet so late?"

Zheng Tianlang already knew the whole story. He remained silent with a smile on his face. After all, he fully supported Jue Ge and Jiang Wangshu's separation. Lin Han was really capable.

Song Yian looked at Hua Tingjue, who was staring blankly at the scenery outside the window with lifeless eyes, and couldn't help but sigh in his heart.

"What are those expressions on your faces? They're so weird." Wen Yanlin, the only one who had no emotional experience, became more and more confused.

Ning Shuyu tugged at his clothes with foresight and shook her head to signal him to stop talking. She was also a member of the evening party hosting team, so she naturally knew that Jiang Wangshu and Lin Han had become partners.

"I'm going out for a while." Song Yian said this and walked out without looking back.

He came to the rehearsal room and knocked on the door. Lin Han and Jiang Wangshu looked at the same time, both a little surprised.

Song Yian looked at Jiang Wangshu and asked, "Can you come out?"

Jiang Wangshu walked out.

The two stood on the balcony, Song Yian put his hand on the lever and said straight to the point: "Why did you approach Ajue?"

Jiang Wangshu was suspicious: "Who asked you to ask?"

"Is it important?"

"What do you think?" Jiang Wangshu asked back, and then she hit back coldly: "If you want to ask me, please go straight and turn right to find Hua Tingjue to ask clearly. If Hua Tingjue wants to ask me, let him come to me instead of you coming here to say anything."

As if he had expected such an answer, Song Yian chuckled and said calmly and slowly: "Ajue was injured while playing tennis this afternoon."

Jiang Wangshu quickly raised his eyes and asked him, "How did you get hurt?"

"I don't know what Lin Han said to him, and then he became distracted and looked like he had lost his soul. Jue is very good at playing tennis, and this kind of situation has never happened to him before." Song Yian said this to her deliberately.

At the same time, he glanced meaningfully at the rehearsal room, and the meaning conveyed in his eyes was self-evident.

"I see."

Jiang Wangshu turned around and went back to the rehearsal room.

Looking at her departing back, Song Yian was stunned, silent, with a gloomy expression, but after a while he curled his lips and smiled dully.

pretty good.

……

Seeing her coming back, Lin Han said calmly, "There is still one more section that needs to be practiced."

Jiang Wangshu declined: "Let's talk about it later. I'm going back first."

"Do you care about him so much?" Lin Han asked quickly.

Jiang Wangshu was about to leave when she stopped. She turned around and asked him, "What do you mean?"

Lin Han smiled faintly, "Nothing, I'm just a little curious. Shouldn't a genius like you focus on yourself? It doesn't seem worthwhile to spend too much time on a man."

Seeing that she listened attentively, he thought she had taken it in. Jiang Wangshu also nodded in agreement with his words, contrary to his usual behavior: "Well, you are right."

She chuckled: "But don't forget, you are also a man, so I should leave now and not waste my time on men." She deliberately emphasized the tone of the last four words, then turned and left.

This was not the first time that Lin Han suffered a setback at the hands of Jiang Wangshu, but the more this happened, the more excited he became, as the hunter always enjoys the prey that he cannot get.

On the way back, Jiang Wangshu stopped by the office to hand in his homework and heard Zhang Zhengliang sighing, "Why is there no one willing to organize it?"

"Teacher Zhang, this is math homework."

"Oh ok, thank you for your hard work."

"Teacher, what are you..."

"This?" Zhang Zhengliang saw her staring at the form in her hand and explained, "Aren't we going to have a cultural performance? No one in the class wants to organize it, and none of these little bastards care about this little bonus."

"bonus?"

"Yes, today is special. It's the 50th anniversary of the school, and some outstanding alumni are coming back, so the first place winner of this art performance will receive a bonus of 5,000 yuan, and the organizers will also give out extra prizes."

Five thousand yuan. Jiang Wangshu's eyes turned, and he had a new plan in mind, "Teacher Zhang, can I sign up?"

"Really?" Zhang Zhengliang couldn't believe what he heard and stuttered in shock, "You...you are willing to help?"

"Yeah, I can try."

"Okay, okay, I'm relieved to have you, teacher!" Zhang Zhengliang smiled so hard that he couldn't close his mouth, but after a moment he realized what was going on and asked her, "But didn't you go to the host's place?"

"I'm not suitable, so I'm going to give up."

"Oh, is that so? Fine, fine. I'll leave the class performance to you."

"it is good."

Jiang Wangshu was a man of action. She went back to explain the reason to Li Xianglan. Her attitude was sincere and she was very apologetic. Seeing this, Li Xianglan had no choice but to keep her.

Li Xianglan felt sorry for her appearance. "Well, it's a pity, but personal matters are the most important. You are welcome to join us next time."

"Okay, thank you teacher."

……

On the rooftop, Hua Tingjue sat and enjoyed the breeze. The rustling autumn wind inevitably added a bit of sadness to his back. Jiang Wangshu, who had just returned home, walked over and found a place to sit next to him.

"Host, I quit." She said softly.

Hua Tingjue was startled, and then his pupils trembled. After the joy, he was hit by incomprehension: "Why, you don't want 800 yuan?"

Doesn't this totally fit with her money-loving nature?

"Yes, but I changed the way."

"What do you mean?"

"That is... I told Teacher Zhang that I want to be the person in charge of the class's cultural performance."

"Ah?" Hua Tingjue was shocked. After a moment's hesitation, he told the truth: "But no one in our class likes to do this."

In his impression, none of them even participated in the sports meet, let alone performed on stage. Everyone in the class was well-off, and the bonus was not very attractive.

"So you need to work hard." She took out a cup of coffee from the bag and handed it to him, "Here, the hazelnut latte you often drink."

Hua Tingjue doesn't like bitter food, but he likes the aroma of coffee, so he particularly prefers hazelnut latte with milk and sugar. When he saw his favorite latte, he immediately relaxed his brows and was very surprised.

"Huh? You actually bought this!"

"Ah."

The sunset was so beautiful. Jiang Wangshu looked at the beautiful sunset glow in the sky and hummed softly. She caught a glimpse of his smiling face and felt inexplicably relieved.

Hua Tingjue looked at the sky and said, "But I can't sleep after drinking."

"Then don't drink it."

"But... I happened to be staying up late today playing games with Yi An and the others, so this could be a good way to perk me up."

"You got the right one!"

No matter what he said, he seemed to be able to quickly save people's face.

"Are you okay with the wound on your head?"

Hua Tingjue, who was coaxed into a good mood, boasted shamelessly: "It's nothing, it's all a small matter." But he stood up too quickly and accidentally pulled the gauze, grimacing and shouting: "Ouch, it hurts..."

Jiang Wangshu: “…”

"So what you mean is that you won't be partnering with Lin Han anymore?"

"Well, what's the problem?"

"Hey, no, no."

Of course, no problem, this is something worth celebrating with champagne!!