Rebirth of a Husband and Family

"Tong Qian Tong Qian, your brother is here to pick you up!"

The deskmate secretly poked Tong Qian with a pen under the table.

"where?"

Tong Qian, who was listening to the class seriously, was attracted by this sentence. If the teacher wasn't staring at it, he would have stretched his neck to look around.

"No, isn't that the one standing at the school gate?" The deskmate pointed with his finger.

Tong Qian looked at it for a long time and gave up.

He had to admire the good eyesight of his deskmate, who could see clearly even though the school gate was hundreds of meters away from their classroom.

The tablemate looked contemptuous.

"Your brother is so awesome, so handsome, and has such good grades, the whole school recognizes him, okay? I don't know how many people secretly envy you."

Tong Qian looked proud: "It's useless to be envious, it's my brother, not yours."

"Tch," the deskmate despised, suddenly remembered something, and hurriedly tore off a piece of paper from the homework book and gave it to Tong Qian.

"My sister has always wanted an autograph from your brother, so I leave this task to your brother."

Once this is done, other people will come to ask for autographs through Tong Qian in the future, so Zhou Mingyan will have nothing to do in the future, but just give autographs.

Tong Qian was not very willing: "No, no, he is very busy every day, how can he have time to do these things."

No matter how the tablemate begged, Tong Qian didn't nod his head in agreement, until the tablemate became obviously angry, rolled up the paper and threw it outside.

"Who threw the paper? Come out for me!"

The dean who took the time to inspect the teaching building bent down and picked up the ball of paper that hit him impartially.

The deskmate looked as if a catastrophe was imminent, huddled in the seat, not daring to say anything.

The dean asked again angrily.

Tong Qian looked up to the sky and sighed, and took the initiative to stand up: "I'm sorry, Director, I didn't understand something just now, and I was upset for a while, I'm sorry..."

The deskmate was ashamed and embarrassed, but he didn't have the courage to admit that he did it himself.

The teaching director was very angry at first, but when he saw Tong Qian, his anger dropped a lot.

"Oh, Zhou Mingyan's brother, your brother is here to pick you up again."

As he was talking, a smile appeared on the dean's face: "Your brother just represented Jinghai University and won the group championship in the world competition, and also set a new record for the youngest age to win this award. If you don't know anything, You can ask your brother."

Tong Qian smiled apologetically: "I just got irritable for a while, I'm sorry, Director, I'll ask him later, and strive to study hard and improve every day."

The dean waved his hand: "Okay, okay, go back to class quickly, don't miss more content."

"Hmm." Tong Qian obediently agreed, and sat back unharmed.

The deskmate leaned over enviously: "Brother Zhou Mingyan's signboard is really useful. If it were me, the dean would have to take my skin off."

Tong Qian glanced at him, but said nothing.

After arduous struggle, under the strong guidance of Zhou Mingyan, Tong Qian was admitted to this nationally famous super middle school, Jinghai No. [-] Middle School.

It stands to reason that this is an achievement that deserves to be celebrated with firecrackers at home, but compared to Zhou Mingyan, who is so talented that he is utterly miserable, it is nothing.

So much so that now, Tong Qian's label in the eyes of everyone in Jinghai No. [-] Middle School is "Zhou Mingyan's younger brother".

Fortunately, Tong Qian is a big-hearted person, he knows how much he is, and he never hates Zhou Mingyan because of these things, but he is proud and proud of himself.

After class, the students of the whole school flocked to the school gate, but when there was still a distance from the school gate, the surging crowd suddenly separated to both sides, as if Moses divided the sea.

In the middle of the two streams of people stood a tall and handsome boy, shining brightly like a luminous body under the sun.

The teachers and classmates around looked up at this boy who had only been in No. [-] Middle School for three years but became a legend in Jinghai City with envious and admiring eyes.

Tong Qian's heart was filled with uncontrollable excitement and pride.

With his schoolbag on his back, he couldn't help walking over quickly, the bright smile on his face couldn't be suppressed: "Why are you here?"

Mingming was very happy in his heart, but he still disliked it in his mouth.

Having lived together for so many years, Zhou Mingyan was used to seeing his inconsistency, so he didn't take it to heart. He reached out to take his schoolbag with a smile, and put it on his shoulder.

"I just returned to China with my tutor. You haven't finished school yet, so I'll come to pick you up."

Tong Qian: "How is your research project going?"

Zhou Mingyan: "It's okay, it has already received the support of the state and is going to be included in the key development projects."

"Congratulations then."

……

Behind them, the teachers and students of No. [-] Middle School in Jinghai City couldn't help but look at the backs of the two leaving with envy.

When the two returned home, they found that neither Tong Pan'er nor Wang Pingping had returned.

"It's just the two of us at home at noon, what do we eat?"

Tong Qian threw his schoolbag on the table, and collapsed on the soft sofa, almost wanting to fall asleep.

Although he went to Jinghai No. [-] Middle School and was the envy of countless people, he has now entered the second year of high school, which is the stage where the most homework is the most stressful.

Just completing the homework of each subject every day is enough for Tong Qian to be overwhelmed. Sometimes the homework is difficult, Zhou Mingyan is not at home, and there is no one to ask for help. He has to stay up until one or two before going to bed.

There was a sudden pressure on him.

Tong Qian opened his eyes and found that Zhou Mingyan had propped himself up on the sofa with one hand and leaned over him with the other at some point.

The distance between the two people is very close, and they breathe and smell each other.

"What are you doing?" Tong Qian blushed inexplicably.

Zhou Mingyan stretched out a hand, stroked across his forehead, and stroked all the way to his cheek.

"Are you under a lot of pressure recently? I see that you have pimples on your face and dark circles under your eyes." Zhou Mingyan's voice was low.

Already, as an adult, he looked like a fully grown young man.

Tong Qian felt that he was under a lot of pressure.

He curled up, resisting the sudden pressure.

Subconsciously, Tong Qian reached out to touch his face, but he touched another hand with distinct knuckles.

The two people's hands touched each other, as if they were struggling, and neither of them let go first.

In the end, it was Tong Qian who gave up first.

He suddenly let go, jumped up from the sofa, and said in a panic, "Is that so? I actually have pimples on my face. I'm going to take a good look in the mirror."

Zhou Mingyan didn't feel embarrassed, and let go of his hand obediently.

When the two separated, Tong Qian breathed a sigh of relief, but also felt an inexplicable loss.

You lose a piece of yarn, you!

He cursed secretly.

In order to divert his attention, he really picked up the mirror placed in the living room, looked around, and sadly found that what Zhou Mingyan said was indeed true.

With pimples and panda eyes, the 16-year-old classmate Tong Qian suddenly looked like the down-and-out twenty-year-old youth in his previous life.