Xiangyu

After dinner, Qiao Yusong returned to the room.

He opened the newly purchased review materials, which were full of analysis of previous years' real questions and similar types of questions.

It's very strange. With the school's review arrangement, Qiao Yusong has done all the real questions for the past five years, but why now when I see the questions in the exercise book, it's still as strange as the first time I saw it?

Qiao Yusong bit the bullet and read the question twice, but couldn't think of any ideas to solve it.He habitually removed the draft that covered the analysis part, followed the analysis step by step to calculate, and finally got the result that was consistent with the correct answer.

He breathed a sigh of relief, looked at the questions in the Quanzhen simulation, and was stunned again.

He tried to calculate according to the steps of solving the real problem, but it was impossible to apply it mechanically. In this way, he had to read the analysis part of the real simulation again.

Qiao Yusong tried to do a few questions, all without exception, he could do it as long as he read the analysis, but before reading the analysis, even if he read the questions several times, he still couldn't start.

He couldn't help being anxious, and looked through the exercise book to see if there were any questions that he could understand at a glance and could solve without looking at the analysis.Occasionally, he found one or two multiple-choice questions or fill-in-the-blank questions, and he did it easily, but he was not happy at all when he saw the score part.

Will there be this year's college entrance examination questions in these all-real simulations?Qiao Yusong flipped through the pages one by one, as if he could hit the title by flipping a few more times.

Both the teachers in the school and the cram school recommend this series of books, saying that there are college entrance examination questions selected from it every year.However, with such a thick exercise book, which questions will be asked in the college entrance examination?

Qiao Yusong has no time to find a needle in the haystack, but if he doesn't try to find the needle in the haystack, he will get nothing.

Facing the exercise book and draft book in front of him, Qiao Yusong was so annoyed that he simply put down his pen, got up and went downstairs.

Qiao Yusong came to the store, intending to get a can of iced Coke from the freezer, but he didn't expect Qiao Zhenhai to be watching the store, so he couldn't help feeling nervous.

Qiao Zhenhai was looking at the lottery information on the computer. When he saw his son, he smiled and said, "Tired from studying?"

He replied vaguely: "Yeah."

"Hmm." The father didn't seem to know what to say to his son, and the smile remained on his face, looking a little embarrassed.He hesitated to speak, and finally chose to face the lottery winning trend.

Qiao Yusong hesitated for a moment, opened the refrigerator door lightly, like a thief, sneakily took out a can of Coke from it, and closed the door quietly.

Looking at the glass plate on the counter, Qiao Yusong thought that Song Yuqiao's phone number was under it, but Qiao Zhenhai was sitting behind the counter, preventing him from walking in.

Although Qiao Zhenhai had always been kind and reticent and would never scold him, the father and son did not see each other for many days after all, and their relationship was better than that of an ordinary father and son.Qiao Yusong's daring was not because of fear, but...he was afraid of facing expectations.

His hands became cold from the ice cola in a short while, and he was about to turn around and walk back when he heard Qiao Zhenhai calling him.

Qiao Yusong's heart skipped a beat. After turning around, he tried to put a natural smile on his face, but it was difficult.

"Hehe, I heard from your mother that the exam is coming next month? How is your study going?" Qiao Zhenhai asked.

Qiao Yusong didn't know how to answer, seeing his father get up, he had to go forward.He put the Coke on the counter, lowered his eyes and said, "It's okay."

"Well. Well..." He hesitated for a while, and finally said indifferently, "Just try your best, don't put too much pressure on yourself. Oh, by the way, do you have a school you want to go to?"

Qiao Zhenyu was taken aback when he heard that, for some reason, Song Yuqiao's face flashed in his mind.He held the Coke can again, and couldn't speak clearly: "I want to go to Xijin to go to school."

"Analysis?" Qiao Zhenhai blinked his eyes and said cheerfully, "Ha, that's good!"

After listening, he asked in disbelief: "Really?"

"Of course." Qiao Zhenhai finished speaking as a matter of course, looking at him as if he had asked a strange question, then patted his chest and said, "My son, Qiao Zhenhai, is studying in Xijin University, what an awesome thing!

Xin, as long as you can pass the exam, I will do anything for you! "

For a moment, Qiao Yusong was overjoyed, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth naturally, and said, "Thank you Dad!"

"Why are you being polite? Who told me to be your dad?" He beamed, as if Qiao Yusong had already entered the university, and said, "Are you still lacking any review materials? At school, can you have anything good for lunch? Dad? Don’t treat yourself badly when it’s time for your money, just eat what you should eat!”

"No, no." Seeing him take out his wallet, Qiao Yusong quickly waved his hand and refused.He glanced at the various receipts, business cards, and flyers under the glass plate, found "Xiao Zhou"'s phone number, and said, "Oh, Dad, I'll take something."

Qiao Zhenhai saw that it was his arm that pressed the glass plate.He smirked and moved his arms away.

Qiao Yusong took out the note from under the glass panel, and said again: "Thank you Dad, then I'll go upstairs to read."

"Okay, when you're tired, take a rest early and combine work with rest." Qiao Zhenhai said.

Qiao Yusong took the note and Coke and ran upstairs in three steps at a time.

He took out his mobile phone, faced the note, entered the seven-digit landline number, and read out the numbers one by one while typing.

After confirming that the call was dialed, Qiao Yusong picked up the phone.

He thought he would listen to the waiting tone for a while, but he didn't expect that when the phone was brought to his ear, he heard an angry voice from inside, shouting, "Hello?!"

Qiao Yusong was startled and froze for a moment.

"Hello? Who are you looking for?" The voice calmed down a little, but it was still full of anger.

He listened intently, confirmed that it was Zhou Meiqi's voice, and replied cautiously: "Hello? Auntie, I'm Qiao Yusong. Excuse me, is Song Yuqiao at home?"

"Qiao Yusong? What are you kidding?!" Zhou Meiqi said bluntly on the other end of the phone, "Where did the liar come from? Damn, those salesmen must have sold the customer's information again. Get out! My family doesn't Buy a house, don’t buy insurance, don’t have any investment intentions, don’t call me anymore!”

Qiao Yusong was blinded by what she heard, and expected that she was going to hang up the phone, so she hurriedly said, "Auntie, please don't hang up! I, I am Song Yuqiao's friend. Really, I am really looking for him."

"My son has never told me that he has a number one friend like you. If you are really his friend, why don't you even have his mobile phone number, and you want to call home?" Zhou Meiqi sneered, impatiently Said, "Okay, okay, I see that you are doing well in your homework, and you know my son's name is Song Yuqiao. I know your phone scams very well! Don't try to lie to me around the corner, my family has no money!"

"No, auntie, I..." Qiao Yusong was halfway through his defense, when a thought suddenly popped up in his mind-what's the use of him saying this?

Zhou Meiqi smiled and said, "Can't you make it up? I'll write down the caller ID right now. If you keep pestering me, I'll call the police immediately and give the police my phone number!"

Qiao Yusong was dumbfounded, thinking that there were only three explanations for Zhou Meiqi's categorical statement that she didn't know him: one was that Song Yuqiao did not mention him to her, the other was that Xu Aojun never told her his name, and the third was that even if she had heard of him , also forgot.

Regardless of the explanation, Qiao Yusong felt that he should no longer explain and argue with her.He said helplessly: "Okay, then I hang up. Goodbye, auntie."

"Crazy!" Zhou Meiqi finished cursing and hung up the phone.

After Zhou Meiqi and Song Zhishan finished their quarrel, the living room was quiet for a while.

Song Yuqiao nestled in the room and wrote the calculation formula, listened intently for a while, and suddenly heard Zhou Meiqi doing the remaining heat alone, he couldn't help being surprised.

He opened the door, listened carefully to what was going on, and found that Zhou Meiqi was on the phone.No one knew who was on the other end of the phone, and Zhou Meiqi mentioned his name. Song Yuqiao was full of suspicion, and came to the living room, just in time to see Zhou Meiqi hang up the landline.

Zhou Meiqi turned around and saw her son, she was stunned, and walked towards the kitchen expressionlessly, saying, "I don't know if it's a phone scam or an insurance company, and they said they wanted to find you. I don't know why!"

"Whether it's phone fraud or selling insurance, you shouldn't find me, right?

"Song Yuqiao walked to the coffee table where the landline was placed.

"That's why I said he was inexplicable! Crazy!" She yelled loudly, and then cursed incessantly, "Sooner or later, these salesmen who sell customer information will fall into the cesspit just to count money!"

Song Yuqiao looked up the caller ID and saw that it was a mobile phone number, so he took out his mobile phone and entered this string of numbers.After the number was entered, Song Yuqiao's address book did not screen out the corresponding contact name.

He was stunned, thought for a while, ignored Zhou Meiqi's cursing, and walked into the room while dialing the phone.

However, what he heard was that no one answered for the time being.

Is the other party really selling insurance?Or is it really a phone scam?Song Yuqiao felt that the possibility of the latter was very low, because this number was not generated by a fake base station. He searched with a search engine and confirmed that it was a local number.The former is even less likely than phone scams.

Song Yuqiao thought for a moment, and a name suddenly popped up in his mind.

His heart skipped a beat. After hesitating for a while, although he felt that the possibility was not high, he edited a text message and sent it to this number.

The message read: Hello, are you Qiao Yusong?