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

Her eyes wandered over the three people, and she was keenly aware of a strange atmosphere between them that was hard to describe or explain.

Song Yian and Song Yicheng said goodbye to them, and Jiang Wangshu and Hua Tingjue got in the car and went home.

"Are Song Yian and Song Yicheng brothers?"

"correct."

"Then why are they..."

"You don't think they are brothers?"

"Ah."

"Well..."

"Is there anything inconvenient to say?" Jiang Wangshu asked him deliberately.

Since she asked this, Hua Tingjue naturally had nothing to hide and told her everything: "You are not an outsider, and this is not a secret. I will tell you."

"Yi An and Cheng Ge are half brothers."

Same father, same mother? Jiang Wangshu was a little surprised, she continued to listen to Hua Tingjue.

"At the beginning, Yi An's mother, the eldest daughter of the Zhou family, fell in love with Yi An's father, who was divorced and had a child. She insisted on marrying him regardless of his status and age. It is said that Yi An's grandfather could not persuade her to stop."

At this point, Hua Tingjue looked around and lowered his voice, "People, the more obstacles there are, the more they want to prove the greatness of love. So Yi An's mother got pregnant before marriage, and his grandfather had no choice but to agree for the two of them to be together, and they got married and had children naturally."

Hua Tingjue paused and said, "But..."

He frowned and tapped his head with his finger, with an indescribable expression on his face, "But, Yi An is a bit in love."

"Love brain?"

Another new word! Jiang Wangshu couldn't help but feel puzzled. Her thoughts belonged to the 1990s, and she felt very unfamiliar with this word that suddenly appeared.

Hua Tingjue explained: "Well, it describes a person whose mind is filled with only love and who doesn't care about anything else."

"Oh, I see. Please continue."

"Yi An's mother loved his father very much, but she also loved his stepson too much. Later, as the Zhou family gradually declined and the Song family became more prosperous in the legal world, the gap between the two families became larger and larger. Yi An's mother put all her thoughts on pleasing her husband and stepson."

Suddenly, Hua Tingjue sighed: "And Brother Cheng is... indeed good enough to inherit Uncle Song's legacy. This makes Aunt Zhou more and more anxious. She secretly hopes that Yi An can compete for the position of heir."

"However, Yi An has always been unwilling to compete, and can only resist by using poor grades."

After hearing the story, Jiang Wangshu was silent, completely silent. What kind of hell had she stepped into? Why were they all so unhappy? What a bunch of unlucky people who got together.

She frowned, seemed to understand something, and expressed her guess: "So this is the reason why Song Yian deliberately got a low score?" As if a flash of lightning split the night sky, the mystery that had been in her heart for a long time dissipated in an instant.

Hua Tingjue stared in shock, "Did you figure it out?"

Jiang Wangshu was confused by the exaggerated tone, and raised his eyebrows and asked back, "Uh, shouldn't I have seen that?"

Hearing her say this, Hua Tingjue wondered aloud: "Hey, Linzi and Tianlang can't see it, they really think Yi An has the same low IQ as them."

To be honest, if he hadn't been reborn, he would probably still be kept in the dark.

Jiang Wangshu: “…”

Perhaps because her expression was too speechless, Hua Tingjue nodded thoughtfully, "That's right, you are so smart, and you are different from them."

"Yes, Yi An has never wanted to get involved in family disputes, nor does he want to rob."

As he spoke, he sighed again: "Alas."

Jiang Wangshu glanced up at him and asked, "Why are you sighing?"

Hua Tingjue's handsome eyebrows wrinkled into a ball, "I sigh for Yi An, it's not easy for him to be caught in the middle. And Aunt Zhou is really scary, there is a kind of calm madness."

"Ok?"

This was the first time Jiang Wangshu had heard such a description.

She asked him, "So what do you want to do?"

Hua Tingjue was dejected: "I can't seem to do anything. My mother told me not to get involved in the Song family's affairs."

I remember that in his previous life, Hua Tingjue was also very worried and wanted to step forward to help Song Yian solve the problem, but Mu Xiuzhi expressly forbade him to interfere.

The twists and turns in the wealthy families are not something he can decide.

Jiang Wangshu stared at Hua Tingjue closely. His handsome face was now shrouded in deep worry. After a moment's silence, she asked him, "But don't you think that such resistance is useless?"

"Hmm? What do you mean?" Seeing that she had understood the future situation, Hua Tingjue turned back suddenly.

Because in his previous life, Yi An had been stuck in a struggle and couldn't get out of it. He was in a daze and had been a playboy with them all his life. He shouldn't be like this.

"If you want to avoid disputes, there are only two ways. One is to play dead and pretend to be a weak person, but if you do it for too long, it will easily wear you down and you will really become a weak person in the end."

"Yeah, that's absolutely right!"

Seeing that she was right, Hua Tingjue's face showed joy. He nodded vigorously to show that he agreed with the other party. He looked like a chick pecking at rice, so cute.

There was a gleam in his eyes, just like a believer kneeling in front of the Buddha statue in the temple and praying devoutly to the master for interpretation of the fortune, and he couldn't wait to know more answers and guidance.

His hands unconsciously clenched, his body leaned forward slightly, as if he was afraid of missing any words, and his voice was filled with anxiety and expectation as he kept muttering, "What else? What else?"

But a certain master was calm and composed.

"Also..."

"Become a truly strong person and take the initiative into your own hands..."

She said a lot, and Hua Tingjue looked at her quietly, unable to hide the admiration in his eyes, and even blurted out: "Awesome, Master!"

Jiang Wangshu: “…”

She frowned, puzzled, and then suddenly understood, with a hint of questioning in her voice: "Do you think I'm a fortune teller?!"

Hua Tingjue shook his head to deny: "Ah, no, you...my friend, you are so awesome." He praised her again.

"Haha." Jiang Wangshu sneered. She stood up and was about to leave, but Hua Tingjue quickly grabbed her with a pleading look in his eyes: "Don't go."

"Analyze it for me again."

"I beg you."

At this moment, Hua Tingjue finally understood why Liu Bei visited him three times, because it was so damn cool to have a smart military advisor!

His big peach blossom eyes were wet, and Jiang Wangshu had to admit that the beauty trap made sense. She withdrew her feet and sat down again.

"Then...what should we do?"

Suddenly, Jiang Wangshu looked up at the scenery outside the window and gave a meaningful smile.

Hua Tingjue felt that the temperature around him had dropped several degrees. He closed his eyes and prayed silently for his good friend Song Yian. He felt sorry for Yian.

……

A few days later, Song Yian received a call from Hua Tingjue. He looked around but couldn't find any trace of his friend, so he decided to take out his cell phone and call Hua Tingjue.

Just then, someone called him from behind.

"Song Yian."

?

The familiar voice made Song Yian's back stiffen. He slowly turned around and saw Jiang Wangshu standing not far away with a cold look in his eyes, holding a book in his hand.

"Where's Jue?"

"out."

"What about them?" He was referring to Ning Shuyu and Wen Yanlin.

"None of them are here."

The strange and bizarre conversation made Song Yian feel uneasy. He frowned and asked Jiang Wangshu suspiciously, "What do you mean?"

Jiang Wangshu looked at him and said slowly, "Given that your grades are very stable - you can keep your scores close to the passing line every time you take an exam, just like an experienced acrobat who can always perform 'just right' at the critical moment."

She deliberately spoke in a sarcastic tone, and even emphasized the word "just happened". Her eyes revealed a hint of teasing and expectation, as if telling Song Yian: There will be something interesting to watch next!

At this point, she paused for a moment and said, "So, after careful consideration, I plan to give you a private lesson!"

Song Yian remained silent, and after a while he opened his mouth, wanting to say something. But Jiang Wangshu spoke for him directly: "Hua Tingjue also knows, and he has agreed."

Song Yian: “…”

So, things have changed, and he was sold out?

"Okay, stop standing there like an idiot. It's time to do some exercises."

Helplessly, Song Yian could only follow Jiang Wangshu. As soon as she sat down, she threw him a stack of test papers and said, "Do it from the top to the bottom. If you want to hand it in early, just give it to me." After that, she didn't say any more and walked to the side to do the questions.

Song Yian's eyes froze. He estimated the thickness of the test paper and estimated that there were no less than ten sheets. He glanced at Jiang Wangshu who was studying next to him, and pursed his thin lips into a straight line.

But in the end I could only lower my head and do the questions.

……

music room.

Hua Tingjue sneezed madly.

"Aqiu."

"Who is it, cursing me behind my back?"

Ning Shuyu and Wen Yanlin looked at him frequently. Ning Shuyu looked around but didn't see Jiang Wangshu. He couldn't help but ask, "Brother Jue, didn't Wangshu come today?"

"No, she has something to do today."

At the same time, Wen Yanlin also said, "Hey, where's Yi An? Why hasn't he come yet?"

"Cough." Hua Tingjue covered his lips and coughed guiltily, his eyes rolling around, his gaze erratic, "Yi An told me that something happened."

"Oh, so that's it." Wen Yanlin nodded in sudden realization.

But Ning Shuyu, who was delicate and sensitive, noticed something was wrong, but did not dare to think about it too much, and finally gave up the idea.

Hua Tingjue fooled around and said, "Alright, alright, let's continue practicing. We'll be on stage later!"

……

As expected, Song Yian started to control the points again. Jiang Wangshu didn't even need to look and directly gave him a bright red 60 points.

After grading, she returned the test paper to Song Yian, "I just explained question 14 of the first set of test papers. I think you understood it. You got the second set right."

Then she paused again and said slowly, "But when it came to the third set, this type of question was put at the end, and you suddenly couldn't do it."

"Why, have your genes mutated?" Her words still sounded like poison.

Song Yian's eyes twitched because of her criticism. After a while, he explained, "Maybe it's just a blind cat catching a dead mouse. I'm not a top student like you."

Jiang Wangshu looked away, with a look of disgust on his face, and replied indifferently: "Don't try to touch the porcelain cat. Your behavior is more like a mouse in the dark."

Song Yian fell silent again. He was always gentle and polite. He took a deep breath and said, "Are you in a bad mood today? I'll go call Ajue over." After saying that, he was about to get up.

"It's useless for him to come. Whether you are a shady rat depends on yourself and has nothing to do with others." Jiang Wangshu glanced at him casually.

The word "dark rat" really sounded a bit harsh, and Song Yian almost laughed out of anger, "Can you use another word? Jiang Wangshu." Whether it was his appearance or his character and family background, Song Yian felt that he didn't fit this word.

"Honest advice may be unpleasant to the ear, but just listen to it."

"I think maybe my teaching ability is limited. I recently met a senior who has excellent grades and a gentle personality. I think he should be able to teach you well."

Song Yian became uneasy, and an answer came to his mind.

As expected, he heard Jiang Wangshu say, "You also know this person, Senior Song Yicheng. He is happy to help the students of No. 1 Middle School solve their problems."

Then Song Yian's originally relaxed body suddenly tensed up, and his clear and handsome face seemed to lose control of his expression. He seemed to understand.

He looked up and said frankly, "What do you want to say?"

Jiang Wangshu smiled faintly: "You did this on purpose, didn't you?"

"what?"

Jiang Wangshu didn't want to beat around the bush with him, so he pointed it out to him directly: "You always manipulate your scores in every exam. Without exception, you know how to do those questions, but you just don't do them, or you deliberately make mistakes."

She sneered and asked back: "What do you mean by asking me? Shouldn't you ask yourself?"

"Do you think you can get away with everything by deceiving yourself?"

"You feel that your life is miserable and your experiences are tragic, right?"

"Go to the street and ask anyone you like, and see if any of them are not living a harder life than you, Young Master Song."

Jiang Wangshu spoke like a machine gun, and Song Yian didn't even have a chance to interrupt.

Suddenly, she smiled apologetically, but there was not much apology in her smile, and corrected her mistake: "Oh, sorry, Second Young Master Song."

Song Yian: “…”

He had seen Jiang Wangshu's venomous tongue and had called him a saint before. He just didn't expect her to improve and stab someone directly in the heart, and even wanted to dig out the flesh and blood after stabbing.

"If you have time, you might as well go out and take a look at how many people are truly trapped in misery and unable to extricate themselves. They even have problems surviving."

Jiang Wangshu hated comparing sufferings, as if everyone had to compare who was better and who was more miserable to have the right to speak. But today she wanted to give it a try, after all, Song Yian had been quite malicious towards her at the beginning, so this could be considered a small counterattack.

I have already argued with you.

Finally, Jiang Wangshu decided to use reason and appeal to emotion.

"Hua Tingjue actually knew that you were hiding your edge all along. He was afraid that you would lose control and that you would end up being the same as him. But he didn't dare to tell you the truth, fearing that you would overthink it."

"what about you?"

"Have you ever thought about him? You selfishly avoid the problem and make your friends worry about your future. Is this what you want?"

Hearing this, Song Yian was stunned and showed a confused look for the first time. He lowered his head, not daring to look Jiang Wangshu in the eye, nor did he want to listen to what she was saying at the moment.

One is that she was right and he was avoiding it.

The second is... he didn't know that Ajue was worried about him.

Jiang Wangshu plays on the information gap.

Hua Tingjue and Song Yian are unaware of each other's thoughts and expectations, but Jiang Wangshu, as the middleman, can accurately see through their minds.

"I don't want anything to happen, but you have to improve in front of Hua Tingjue. Whether you're pretending or not, I don't care if he cares."

After saying the last sentence, Jiang Wangshu walked away without looking back, leaving Song Yian standing there in a daze.

A week later, when Jiang Wangshu placed Song Yian's freshly-written test paper in front of Hua Tingjue, he was stunned.

"Fuck, how did you convince Yi An?"

"He...he is actually willing to change."

"This is amazing!"

He gave Jiang Wangshu a thumbs up and said, "You are worthy of me, Sister Shu!"

"You are simply my God!!"

However, Wen Yanlin, who was also a member of the team, was upset. They were all doing well as poor students who were making slow progress, so why...

Suddenly...suddenly, I became a top student.

But, is it possible for him to do so?