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

As soon as he finished speaking, the international class became noisy again, and Jiang Wangshu looked up at the podium.

"What? Are you going to have a holiday?"

"Woohoo, Brother Liang, is this true?"

"We're free, we're free." Some people even started packing up their things, looking like they were about to leave.

Zhang Zhengliang slammed the podium and pointed at the rioting students, "Liberation! Be quiet!"

"This year marks the 50th anniversary of the school, and in response to Labor Day, the school leaders specially organized everyone to go to Jiuhua Mountain Villa to plant trees. This just made up for the plan that rained on Arbor Day last time. Except for the graduating class, all other classes had to go."

After Zhang Zhengliang finished speaking, there was a burst of wailing from the audience. They were all rich kids, so how could they be willing to do the work of planting trees?

Hua Tingjue also became listless, propping his head on the table with his hands while chatting with Jiang Wangshu, "I tell you, the soil in Jiuhua Villa is really hard, and the school insisted on organizing a tree planting there."

"It's because Jiuhua Villa belongs to the Fu family, and the Fu family also has a controlling stake in the education group behind No. 1 Middle School."

"I do not want to go."

"What about you?" he asked Jiang Wangshu.

Jiang Wangshu asked him back, "Can I not go?"

Of course she didn't want to go either. Hadn't she done enough farm work in Yixi Town? Why was she rushing here?

Suddenly remembering something, he wilted. "Alas... I can't. My mother insisted that I work more, saying that it would exercise my body and reduce my playfulness. If I don't go, the bodyguards will tie me up and take me."

He was not the only one who was sad. Because the Hua and Fu families took the lead, other families were also very happy to let their children participate. They called it labor, but in fact it was just following the trend among the wealthy families.

……

They went to Jiuhua Villa a week later. Wen Yanlin was dragged back by his mother to take some oral English lessons because he had signed up for a competition. Thanks to this, Jiang Wangshu had a lot less trouble these days.

So Zheng Tianlang took the initiative to come to the international class to fill the vacancy left by Wen Yanlin. One of the brothers in the group had already been eliminated by Jiang Wangshu, so he had to come and keep a close eye on things.

For the convenience of management, two classes were formed into a small team. Zhang Zhengliang was unlucky and was drawn to the gold medal class of his arch-enemy Lan Tian. But fortunately, they were in separate cars, otherwise they would have to fight when they went out.

Jiang Wangshu chose a seat by the window. As soon as Hua Tingjue got on the bus, he squeezed into the seat next to her, which made Zheng Tianlang sitting behind her very angry. He only regretted that he could not get there first.

Song Yian patted his shoulder and said, "Forget it."

The two walked to the back row of Hua Tingjue and the others. Zheng Tianlang looked threateningly at them, "Zhang Zifan, move aside."

Zhang Zifan smiled and offered his seat, "Okay, Brother Lang, let's find another place."

Zheng Tianlang sat down unceremoniously, staring at the two people in front of him through the gap between the seats.

Because they had to go up a mountain and the road was bumpy, Hua Tingjue was about to vomit. He had never been on such a steep ride in his entire life. Oh no, no, how could he forget the last time he went to Jiang Wangshu's house and this guy.

"I feel like vomiting~"

"Don't spit on me."

The cold words extinguished most of Hua Tingjue's moans and pretentiousness. He curled his lips and snorted, "Cold lump."

What a fool! Shouldn't I be gentle and considerate in comforting him at this time?

After a long while, Jiang Wangshu suddenly felt her shoulders sink, and when she turned around, she saw someone sleeping like a pig. She thought about it and decided to let him be, as he would probably keep talking if she woke him up.

Zheng Tianlang's eyes almost popped out of his head. He just chatted with others for a while, how come the two of them slept like this? !

Hold.

He wanted to rush over and separate them.

It was when they arrived at Jiuhua Villa that Zheng Tianlang really suffered a heart attack, because Hua Tingjue asked Jiang Wangshu to rest and he helped her plant trees. Jiang Wangshu did not hesitate at all and sat on the stone bench next to them to enjoy the cool air with peace of mind.

"No, Brother Jue, why doesn't she plant trees?"

"Because I can help her plant the crops. Why don't you just find someone to help you?"

At this time, Zhang Zifan took the initiative to please him, "Brother Lang, how about I help you? I'm very strong."

Zheng Tianlang was angry, and whoever came would be the punching bag. He picked up the hoe and the sapling and started working, and said sarcastically: "No, I will do it myself. I am not like some people who get something for nothing."

"Brother Jue, what about you?"

"No, I'll do it myself."

The sun gradually rose. Jiang Wangshu pretended not to hear anything. He pulled a large leaf and put it on his head to block the sunlight. He narrowed his eyes and relaxed his brows.

Hua Tingjue was happy to see her happy, and he worked hard, but he was not cut out for work, and he just used the hoe to dig the hard, lumpy soil.

Jiang Wangshu couldn't bear to watch it any longer, "Why don't you water it? The soil is so dry."

Zheng Tianlang was dissatisfied, and put his hands on his waist, "Then you come and dig it?"

Jiang Wangshu ignored him and spoke to Hua Tingjue instead, "Water the plants first, then dig a hole and put the sapling in it."

Hua Tingjue nodded, not quite understanding, "Oh, I'll try."

Next to the International Class were the Gold Medal Class. They were all dumbfounded. They didn't expect Hua Tingjue to dote on Jiang Wangshu so much. Such a young master actually did the work himself and let his girlfriend from the countryside rest. You have to know that Hua Tingjue and his classmates used to find others to do the work for them.

Seeing Hua Tingjue working hard, Jiang Wangshu got up and wandered around out of boredom. As he walked, he suddenly found several fruit trees, pears, peaches...

As she got closer she discovered that the grass was quite deep, and upon closer inspection she found that the roots showed signs of being crushed. The weather was gradually getting hotter, and Jiang Wangshu's first instinct was that there was a snake nearby.

Growing up in the mountains, she had some understanding of these things. She pondered for a moment and then slowly opened her mouth, "Snake?"

Immediately, the corner of her mouth curved up.

She picked a bunch of pears, listened carefully to the rustling noise, and quickly returned to the group.

Seeing that she finally came back, Hua Tingjue asked, "Where have you been?"

"I went out to play."

This statement is simply provoking hatred. Others are sweating and working in the sun, but she said she was going to play.

Especially Zheng Tianlang and Zhong Min.

In fact, Zhong Min did not plant any trees. The boys in her class took the initiative to help them, a group of young ladies. However, she was still very jealous that Jiang Wangshu could get Hua Tingjue and other young masters to help her plant trees, so that she could walk around and even pick fruits.

Hua Tingjue then noticed the pear in her hand and asked in surprise: "Wow, where did you pick these pears?"

"Over there, there are a lot of them."

"oh oh."

Jiang Wangshu handed him one. Hua Tingjue had a mysophobia, so he subconsciously frowned and asked with a little disdain, "Have you washed it?"

Jiang Wangshu retorted, "Too much trouble." But she still washed the pear in his hand with mineral water and said, "Here."

"Thank you!" Hua Tingjue took it, wiped the water stains on the surface with a tissue, took a bite, and exclaimed: "Wow, so sweet."

"I shared some with them." Good things should be shared.

"Okay." Jiang Wangshu agreed readily.

So Hua Tingjue distributed the other pears to the students in the international class. Although they were usually well-fed and well-clothed young masters, it was still nice to eat a sweet fruit occasionally.

The sweet, juicy, and melt-in-the-mouth pears made everyone else hungry. The people in the gold medal class next to them whispered, "Let's go pick some pears, they look pretty good."

"Yeah, it should be fun."

"Minmin, let's go over and take a look."

Jiang Wangshu glanced at them with disdain and said quietly, "The pear tree is so tall, are you tall enough to reach it?"

She looked at Zhong Min in the crowd. She would never respond in the past, but today, for the first time in her life, she took the initiative to provoke Zhong Min, who was at odds with her.

Hua Tingjue suddenly stopped chewing the pear, blinked, and looked at Jiang Wangshu in confusion. What was wrong with her today?