Heroine’s Road to Becoming Scum Chapter 1009: The ninety-ninth bowl of soup tea (2)

The ninety-ninth bowl of soup tea (2)

She doesn't go home for dinner after school at noon, even though she is a day student.

She doesn't even want to live in her new home if she can.

The relationship between parents in this world is broken, because the father quit his job to start his own business, and the mother had a big quarrel with him and divorced, and insisted on taking her by his side. Father had no choice but to agree, mother is a strong person, she is harsh on herself, and even more harsh on Qinghuan.

Fortunately, Qinghuan has no mother-daughter relationship with her. When she came to this world, she was already four years old. Because she was not conscious, she always looked silly. It didn't get better until she came. My mother was always busy with her work. She was a doctor, but she didn't actually take much care of her daughter. Most of the time, she hired a nanny. Later, I met my stepfather, who was a family member of the patient at the time. The two of them worked together for a while and got the certificate. Only then did Qing Huan follow her mother to the city.

Her mother doesn't care much about her biological daughter, but she cares very much about her second husband's two children. The family of four is happy, but Qing Huan is the outsider.

Actually, she could see clearly that the reason why the mother had to take her away was because she was angry with her first husband. The father regarded her as the jewel in his hand, loved her dearly, and the mother had to let him not look at her. This was probably a form of revenge.

The meals in the school cafeteria didn't seem to be delicious, so Qing Huan ordered two dishes and another portion of rice, and sat in the class seating area. Then not long after, a shadow shrouded in front of her, someone sat opposite, looked up, it was Chu Yao.

He sits quietly across from her, bullying her like that in class seems to be just to get her attention, when she doesn't talk to other classmates or interact with them, he doesn't make trouble anymore, but continues quietly Go to sleep. It's just that he follows Qinghuan wherever he goes, like a little tail. Now he sat down with the same food on his plate. He first picked all the eggs from the scrambled tomatoes into her plate, then took two random bites and started looking at her.

Qing Huan eats in a leisurely manner, she ate the food gracefully and quickly, frowning without a trace, because the taste is quite ordinary. She felt that she could consider renting a house outside by herself. If her mother disagreed, it could be said that she was living on campus. Although she didn't care, every time she went back to see the happy family of the four, it was really heartbreaking, making her feel I'm so sorry for the original owner of this identity.

If it is really a young girl in adolescence, it is easy to be depressed.

The mother is not a qualified mother. Qinghuan doesn't want any maternal love. Since the other party doesn't give it, she naturally won't ask for it. No one in this world can't live without a mother and a daughter. It's just a period of affection, and when the time comes, naturally, everything that should be broken has to be broken.

Chu Yao was still sleeping in the afternoon, Qing Huan wondered why he could sleep all the time, from the first class in the morning to the last class in the evening, except that he went out with her for lunch and dinner , sleeping at other times. Lying on his back, sleeping on his back, sleeping on his back... There are so many postures, but he rarely opens his mouth.

But very clingy.

After seeing him in several other worlds, Qing Huan was not surprised at all. After the evening self-study, most of the day students ride bicycles or have someone pick them up at home, only the two of them walk. It's past nine o'clock in the evening, and Qing Huan doesn't like such high-intensity study. She always thinks that study should come from interest, and she also likes to sleep. The second year of high school is quite heavy, so it is better for her to be a student. Years, although I should get used to it, I still don't like it very much.

Furthermore, No. 1 Middle School is a key high school and has strict requirements for students. That's all, there are still a few papers in her schoolbag that she has not done yet.

Today the teacher gave her a new school uniform and student ID card, and from tomorrow she will have to wear the school uniform like everyone else. The school has always required students to wear school uniforms, but this school uniform is green and white, fat and big, which is not very good-looking, so many people wear them outside, and change them when they enter the school gate. Anyway, apart from running exercises and holding meetings, the school is not They are forced to wear school uniforms twenty-four hours a day.

Street lights pulled people's shadows very long. Qing Huan wore small leather shoes and made a crisp crosstalk. She looked at the shadows under her street lights, and at the person who was a few meters behind her. After waiting for a while, she suddenly stopped.

The man also stopped, did not follow, just waited quietly for her to continue walking, intending to send her home.

Qing Huan's current "home", her stepfather's two children are also in the middle school. The boy is a little bit older than her and is in the third year of high school, and the girl is a little younger than her and is also in the second year of high school. She is sandwiched in the middle, so naturally valued.

She doesn't necessarily want this kind of attention. It's good that the family doesn't bother her, but the siblings seem to be a little hostile to her, but it's okay to face her mother Chen Lan. Chen Lan is very attentive to please these two A child, especially the eldest son, because of the third year of high school, she would wait for him to come back every night to make supper for him.

When Qing Huan went back, he happened to see Xu Yuan eating dumplings. Chen Lan brought a small bowl from the kitchen with a smile on his face: "Try this sauce that Mom made for you, add oil and spicy peppers, Designated delicious!"

Seeing her back, she frowned: "What time is it, why are you back so late? Look at your brothers and sisters!"

Qing Huan smiled slightly: "I went back to my room."

Chen Lan didn't like her attitude, and was about to say something about her when her stepfather came over to smooth things out: "That's how children are, don't be so fierce, just go back to the room."

Actually, there was still a bowl of dumplings on their table.

But that's not for her.

The Xu family has three bedrooms, one living room, one kitchen and one bathroom. The place is quite spacious. Chen Lan moved in after marrying her stepfather Xu Wei. It stands to reason that she brought Qing Huan, but no one thought of preparing a house for Qing Huan. The room was originally for her to live with her sister Xu Jiao, but Xu Jiao was not happy. He insisted that he wanted some private space, but Xu Wei said a few words to her. As a result, Chen Lan immediately became unhappy and protected Xu Jiao. So Qing Huan lived in a small room that was cleaned up for a short time. This small room could only have a bed, a chair, and a desk, because it was originally used for sundries, but now she lives in.

As soon as Chen Lan got married, the house was completely renovated, everything was replaced with new ones, and he even bought expensive greetings for his stepchildren. Xu Yuan was a laptop, Xu Jiao was a designer dress, and Qing Huan... ...well...

She is redundant here. But in this world, she is this "Meng Qinghuan", so she has followed the steps, but she really doesn't have any admiration for Chen Lan, so she really doesn't care about this kind of cold violence, but she feels a little annoying. The pair of brothers and sisters without long eyes were chattering in front of her, as if taking the so-called mother from her was something worth showing off.

Actually, she really doesn't care, she just feels **** and prefers a spacious house and a lot of delicious food.

Is love that can be easily snatched away?

Qing Huan glanced at her phone before going to bed. There were several unread text messages and missed calls, all of which belonged to her father. Her father, Meng Fan, loved her very much, but she was really busy, so she asked Chen Lan to take her. He thought that Chen Lan was very good to her, so he told her to be good, and he said that he would come to see her for a while and buy her gifts.

Qing Huan replied to a text message and didn't read it again. She was lying on a small bed. Although the room was small, it had good lighting. After turning off the lights and opening the curtains, the moonlight poured in. Qing Huan turned over on the bed. She had very few things in this room, which was pitiful. Chen Lan didn't even realize that she didn't bring too many things.

Because she's just a passerby after all, and she'll be leaving soon.

The next morning, Qing Huan woke up, and Chen Lan was busy with breakfast in the kitchen. She's a very good stepmother, but not really a good mother. Qing Huan walked through the living room with her schoolbag on her back, and Chen Lan just came out with her breakfast, only to see her back.

But Chen Lan didn't care much. This child has been sensible and precocious since she was a child, and she doesn't need to worry about it. She is as strong as an adult. On the contrary, these two stepchildren have lost their mother's love since childhood, so she has to treat them well.

Qing Huan used to pass by a steamed bun shop in the morning to buy 2-yuan buns and a cup of porridge. As a result, as soon as she left the community this morning, she saw a person leaning on the telephone pole at the gate of the community.

It's Chu Yao.

When he saw her, he gave her the bag he was carrying. Although it was also a steamed bun and millet porridge, it was not the kind sold outside. Qing Huan took it without pretentiousness. There is no need to fight against the food, otherwise the food will cry. She ate her breakfast, crumpled the bag and threw it away, then gently pulled Chu Yao's little finger.

He froze for a moment, then tightened his grip.

The two of them held hands when they reached the school and then let go. Qing Huan walked in wearing her school uniform, and Chu Yao followed. No one dared to stop him anyway. The classroom where the two of them entered, immediately saw many colored eyes. After all, it is too mysterious for Chu Yao to be able to arrive at school on time in the morning. He likes to sleep very much, and the school only comes to school occasionally.

Although Qing Huan doesn't talk much, she gives the impression of being gentle and good-natured, so some classmates will take the initiative to talk to her. Her voice is soft and good at listening, and she is very good at chatting. Although she only speaks three or five sentences, every word speaks to the heart of the people, so she is very popular, and people come to her after class. Once or twice is fine, once more, Chu Yao kicks the table, takes the book off his face and starts to look at people, his eyes are cold, he doesn't speak, and he only dares to look at people again.

He felt like he was obsessed. He had lost himself since he saw her in a boring life.