Every night, there are always a few piaos knocking on the door

Luo Weiyu found sadly that being held in Han Jiyong's arms was not a question of dreaming or not, but a question of sleeping or not...

When he went downstairs the next day, he was wearing a pair of black circles, and was made a lot of jokes by Ling Chuan.

"Oh, I said Xiao Yu, what time did you go to bed last night? Is your waist okay?"

"..." Luo Weiyu covered her face.

Qing Kong was a little helpless, and slapped Ling Chuan on the head, "What are you doing!"

Luo Weiyu whispered: "You say I'm fine, don't bring Yong'er in. She's still young."

Ling Chuan curled his lips, "What's so small, he's going to college soon, and he'll have plenty of time in the future to let his friends in the dormitory fill him with nasty jokes, why don't we popularize them for him."

Han Jiyong glanced at him ignorantly, and then suddenly realized: "No wonder you beat your back every morning when you wake up."

"..." Ling Chuan gritted his teeth.Little brat, it's so simple!

Qingkong coughed, "Okay, don't talk nonsense. Where are you going today?"

Luo Weiyu shook her head and said: "I haven't been back for more than a month, I should go to work anyway."

Ling Chuan poked his waist, "I don't think that's called work, but an internship."

Han Jiyong said: "I have found several tutoring jobs before, and I will go there every day from this month."

Qing Kong looked at Ling Chuan, "I recently took on a case, and I might start to get busy."

Ling Chuan opened his mouth, "Then I'm the only vagrant?" A few days ago, after Guang Moyang entangled again, Ling Chuan quit his job and is currently unemployed.

No one paid attention to him, everyone had work to do, so they simply ignored him.

Ling Chuan had no choice but to go to his father to work part-time.At any rate, his father paid him a salary.

Day after day of doing nothing.Another half a month later, the father who hadn't visited for a long time suddenly appeared in front of everyone, holding a gold-stamped red ID card in his hand, and shouted as soon as he came in: "Surprise!"

Ling Chuan and Luo Weiyu turned their heads calmly, each doing their own thing.

On the contrary, Han Jiyong and Qing Kong put down their work one after another and cooperated very well.

Zhong Limu patted Han Jiyong's head in satisfaction, "Come here, here it is for you! Your admission letter."

Han Jiyong was stunned for a moment, but didn't pick it up, just said "En", "Thank you."

The corners of Zhonglimu's mouth twitched, and just as he was about to speak, the notice in his hand was taken away by Luo Weiyu, and he hugged him tightly, "Father! I love you so much!"

Ling Chuan excitedly ran to Luo Weiyu's side, and read word by word: "Student Han Jiyong: Congratulations on being admitted to the interior design major of T University School of Art and Design. Please come to me on time at 9:1 am on September 8st." School report. For specific report details, please refer to the 'Registration Handbook for Freshmen' attached to the admission notice..."

After speaking, Ling Chuan fell silent.

The whole room fell silent.

Dad's face twitched.

Ling Chuan glanced at his father, "What about the things that came with the admission notice?"

"..." The old man turned around and ran with a guilty conscience, "It should be in the office! I'll bring it back right away!"

"..." Unreliable father... Ling Chuan let out a long sigh.

Pop came back shortly thereafter with the entire envelope in which the acceptance letter had been sent.

Most of the things about the registration of new students are similar, but there is only one, which makes Han Jiyong slightly frowned.

Luo Weiyu took it over and took a look, "What's wrong?"

Han Jiyong said expressionlessly: "The above said that the student party members are required to arrive at the school on August 8, adapt to the school environment in advance, and wait for the start of school to welcome the new students with the sophomore seniors..."

"..." Luo Weiyu instantly felt like crying without tears.