The Little Tender Girl In His Heart

Chapter 71 Seriously

 After a while, Xu Yi and Wen Man, who had arrived late, took their seats.

A family banquet is nothing more than a group of people gathering together to have a meal, with exquisite and delicious platters on the table and steaming hot dishes.

Xu Nuo Nuo eats slowly, chews slowly and eats like a snail.

Mr. Xu "hated that iron could not become steel." The little girl even ate too little, and if she lost weight she would be left with only bones. So he talked a little more, just telling Nono to eat more.

With the old man's words, the Xu family's parents discovered that Xu Nuonuo had a pair of clean and pure almond-shaped eyes with sparkling light.

Her face was no bigger than a palm, and her red lips were as delicate as a porcelain doll. She was almost as beautiful as she was beautiful.

Because they were often distracted by Wen Ya, the Xu family's parents really felt sorry for their little daughter who had almost no sense of existence.

Seeing that everyone was paying attention to the promise, Wen Ya was not willing to be ignored and said quickly: "Grandpa, the teacher recently conducted a spot check, but my piano music is not very proficient yet. Can you give me some guidance later?"

Mr. Xu is used to seeing many things and has read countless people, so he can naturally see what Wen Ya wants to express at a glance.

The so-called unskilledness probably means that I haven’t practiced it thousands of times in the piano room.

The old man snorted in his heart and said calmly: "Oh, since you're not proficient at it, just change it to another one. There will always be one that you become proficient at."

“…”

Nuonuo suppressed a smile. Mr. Xu was not a person who played by common sense.

Wen Ya's face turned red and she hesitated to speak. Finally, she tried her best to maintain her ladylike image and said through gritted teeth, "Grandpa is right."

The last time I saw Wen Ya feeling so aggrieved was a few weeks ago. Nono was happy because Wen Ya kept bullying her.

After the meal, Wen Ya locked herself in the piano room, never wanting to come out and humiliate herself again. Wen Man and Xu Yi had official business to attend to, so they went directly to the study.

Only the grandfather and grandson were left in the living room. Old Mrs. Xu smiled kindly and kindly, "Girl, are you so happy?"

Xu Nuonuo quietly looked around and nodded softly.

The old man couldn't stop laughing. This little girl has been raised to have a bad temper since she was a child. She has a soft temper and doesn't say anything when she is bullied.

Others give a little sweetness and forget about the promise. Now at least I know how to hate others.

Nuonuo still had her homework, and the old man didn't bother her to do any household chores. The children would eventually grow up, and he hoped that Nono would be safe.

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When Song Yi went back at night this time, it was as if he had been given a shot of chicken blood.

Although he was studying before, he would play games when he got tired of writing. Now he just smashed the game console. He Rui had never seen such serious and fierce energy.

Song Yi called Wang Qunsheng a few minutes ago, "Do you know the average score of Class 5?"

The other person was obviously stunned for a moment. He never thought that a **** like Song Yi could ask such a question. Was it just a joke?

"I'm asking you! I didn't know I would ask someone else."

The young man touched his trouser pocket with his long fingers. He didn't touch the cigarette for a long time. He felt irritable in his heart and suddenly remembered that he had thrown it into the trash can long ago.

"Hey, you are so arrogant when asking for help. The average score in Class 5 seems to be over 570. Why do you ask?"

What can be done? Humiliate yourself.

Song Yi was filled with panic. If he remembered correctly, last time Wang Qunsheng gave himself a set of questions, and his score seemed to be only two hundred and fifty?

What a fool. Two hundred and five.

He thought that he was superior to others even though he had no grades. He thought that he was superior to others and was missing more than 300 points. This was the difference between cloud and mud.

After almost ten years of barbaric growth, Song Yi simply felt that his life was in vain.

Xu Nuonuo was right. Song Yi had never seriously thought about how difficult it would be to succeed without studying. But now, he was back to reality. (End of this chapter)