Stop Bothering Me, Emperor Chapter 5: At the same table

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Qiu Mingyan didn't understand Song Xiao's meaning at first, but she was stunned for five seconds before reacting, and her hands and feet trembled with anger.

"Song Xiao, what do you mean! When my mother is a maid?" Song Zheng screamed immediately while sitting on the side.

Song Zicheng's face was a little uncontrollable. While thinking that his son's arrogant look was funny, he also felt that this was too much, so he said, "Xiaoxiao, how do you say it! Mingyan, don't care about the child, he has amnesia Now, sit down and eat."

"Xiao Xiao, I know you don’t like auntie, but you are fifteen or sixteen years old anyway, so you can’t..." Qiu Mingyan sat down and took a breath, still couldn’t help but said something. Tears shed tears as soon as they fell.

Song Xiao frowned when she saw her sitting down crying, and turned to Song Zicheng and said, "Father, how can my concubine sit with the Patriarch..."

"Song Xiao!" Song Zicheng stopped immediately. Seeing his son tightened his lips, he regretted that he was speaking too loudly. Song Xiao could not say a few words to him for a year. He was scared back, "Cough, don't say anything about'concubine', let Xiaosi buy you some normal books tomorrow."

Qiu Mingyan was interrupted by Song Zicheng so she couldn't cry anymore. After all, she hadn't gotten through the door yet, and she didn't have the confidence to make trouble at the dinner table. She could only gritted her teeth secretly and planned to find Song Zicheng to cry out after dinner. By the way, mention marriage.

There are no rules in the family. Since the Patriarch didn't care, Song Xiao stopped taking care of it and took his job to eat seriously. He was originally born in a scholarly family, a third-rank official residence, and later became a royal family. He naturally cultivated a noble spirit, and his eating movements were elegant and elegant, and pleasing to the eye.

The mother and daughter, who didn't know how to eat, became even more angry when they watched Song Xiao's eating.

After dinner, Song Xiao followed Song Zicheng to the study.

"Son, do you remember the knowledge of junior high school?" Song Zicheng found out the third grade textbook and handed it to Song Xiao. "The school will start in one month. If you forget the basic knowledge, school starts. What can I do with the exam?"

Song Xiao took a copy of "Ninth Grade Chemistry" and opened it. "Chemical equations are balanced... Periodic Table..." The words are well understood, and they cannot be understood together.

"Shengmeng High School has an opening exam, which must be divided into classes based on grades." Song Zicheng saw him look blank, knowing that he could not even read textbooks, "Tomorrow I will ask Xiao Si to ask you a tutor , Hurry up and make up classes, I told the principal, let’s go to school a few days later."

Tutor? It's the private school teacher. Song Xiao understood his father's meaning and nodded immediately. His knowledge has increased more than a thousand times over the past thousand years. Now he really needs such a gentleman to teach him from scratch.

"Thank you, father." Song Xiao looked at his smiling father in a daze. His father in his previous life had never cared about him so much. He only came to test his homework regularly, but because he never forgets, he never forgets everything. Being able to recite, after a long time, my father didn't think about it, so he just ignored him.

"Stupid boy," Song Zicheng tried to raise his hand and rubbed Song Xiao's head. In exchange for the other party's surprised stare, the short hairy hair was very touchable. Seeing that his son hadn't avoided it, he couldn't help but touch it again. "Calling Dad, people who always say father and father call me old."

"Dad..."

"Hey, good son..."

Qiu Mingyan, who was standing outside the door with a bowl of supper, bit her lip bitterly when she heard the laughter of father and son coming from the room.

The next day, Sidashu hired a tutor, who was a graduate student at the best key university in city a. A young girl in her twenties named Ding Hui earned her tuition as a tutor in the summer.

I found that this was a wealthy family. I was a little nervous. The rich second-generation young masters were not easy to serve. I taught one a few days ago. He was full of yellow hair and looked disdainful. Up.

Song Xiao walked downstairs, and heard that she wanted to see her husband, she asked Aunt Chen to choose a slightly formal dress, a white shirt, black trousers, and a small bow tie.

"Xiao Xiao, this is Teacher Ding, a graduate student of A," Star Shu said to Song Xiao on the stairs with a smile, "Ms. Ding, this is Song Xiao, who just graduated from the third grade."

Ding Hui looked up and was stunned for a moment when he saw the boy slowly coming down on the spiral staircase. Standing tall and straight, walking calmly, delicate chin slightly raised, but not at all arrogant, but with a natural extravagance. For a moment, she felt that she saw the real prince.

Song Xiao knows that modern women can go to school like men, and she admires women who can get a master's degree. He walked up to Ding Hui and nodded: "Good teacher."

"Hello little prince." Ding Hui suddenly laughed. Such a handsome and polite boy is really liked. As long as he can see this face every day, the job is worth it. Give me less The salary does not matter.

"We Xiaoxiao had an accident some time ago. I don't remember the previous things. I have to trouble Ms. Ding to teach from the beginning." Seeing the two went to Song Xiao's room, Sidashu confessed uneasy.

"Don't worry." Ding Hui waved her hand disapprovingly. After an hour, she finally understood what "teaching from scratch" means!

"You always know the one-dimensional linear equation, right? Uh, do you know what the equation is?" Ding Hui looked at the dazed teenager in front of her, pulling her hair. This is a rhythm that needs to be taught from elementary school. !

Ding Hui turned over all the textbooks from elementary school to third grade in Song Xiao's bookcase and started teaching from scratch.

"Wow, you learned very fast, did you remember something?" Ding Hui is very curious about this kind of amnesia that only appears in TV dramas, and always tries to study something.

Song Xiao looked up at her from the book, and continued to read the book and ignored her. This female gentleman taught pretty well, but she was too unreserved, she always touched his head without talking, and always stared at him with a smirk.

Time flies by, although Song Xiao never forgets, there is still too much knowledge from elementary school to the third grade, and he can only learn about it. When the high school starts, there is still no knowledge of the third grade. Ding Hui said that he did not learn the knowledge of the third year, and he also listened to the heavenly books when he went to high school, and insisted that he finish the third year.

In this way, it took another week before Song Zicheng took Song Xiao to report to school.

The opening exam was over long ago, and the classes were divided. Fortunately, this kind of school was more tolerant to the rich second generation who paid for school, so Song Xiao took a separate exam.

Song Xiao’s previous grades were not good, so the teacher in charge of sorting took this poor exam and didn’t think there was anything wrong. He took a form and asked him: "Do you have any specialties? ?"

"Qin, chess, calligraphy and calligraphy are all okay, they are best at flute." Song Xiao replied earnestly.

The sorting teacher looked at him. The child was really not humble. He looked at the CEO of Xinghai Entertainment behind Song Xiao, and wrote "Performing Arts Direction" on the form, and he was assigned to a special class. There is a dad in the entertainment industry, who can go to an art school even if he doesn't learn well.

The so-called special class is not a class where top students gather, but a place where students who have skills can add points or special recruits. To put it bluntly, it is the class that the second generation of the scumbag and the rich.

The head teacher is a forty-year-old female teacher who looks very experienced: "I am your teacher Jia, let the parents help you clean up the dormitory. You and I will go to class first. Classes of the week can't be left anymore."

Teacher Jia took Song Xiao without saying a word and left, leaving Song Zicheng and Star Shu with big bags and small bags froze in place. The principal who accompanied me smiled triumphantly and said: "I dug this class teacher from the No. 1 City Middle School, but you can be responsible, so don't worry if you leave it to her."

Sidashu looked at the teacher's back and pulled the corners of his mouth, and said, this teacher is not like a teacher in an aristocratic school at all, but has a match with his high school head teacher.

Song Xiao carried a schoolbag and a stack of newly-acquired textbooks, and followed the class teacher to the classroom. This is a self-study class and there is no teacher.

Ms. Jia stood on the podium and knocked on the desk with the blackboard eraser: "All raised their heads. This is Song Xiao, a newcomer to our class. Welcome."

The sparse applause of "Qua Chi Chi" rang out, and Teacher Jia asked Song Xiao to introduce herself.

"Hello everyone, my name is Song Xiao. I met for the first time, and I will ask your classmates for advice." Shengmeng Middle School has a uniform school uniform, which is an improved version of a suit. A white short-sleeved shirt is worn on Song Xiao. It was to make him wear the taste of the dress.

The class was silent for a few seconds.

"Cut, where's the nerd, still classmate..." The boy in the first row pouted disdainfully.

"So handsome!" A girl couldn't help but said, the class suddenly buzzed, and the boy's voice was instantly overwhelmed.

"Oh my god, who do you think is handsome, he or the monitor?"

"They are different types, this is obviously a gentle male second type, huh..."

"Quiet!" Teacher Jia yelled angrily, and the class fell silent, "There are still a few vacancies, you can pick one yourself. This class is about to end, you don’t have to hurry up to write a meeting My homework is very idle, isn’t it?"

Song Xiao looked around, because it was an aristocratic school, the number of students in each class was small, only thirty people, and every two tables were together. There are three seats left in the classroom, all at the same table. One is a boy with thick eyes, but his head is greasy, and he hasn't been washed for several days at first glance; the other is a girl with bright eyes, staring at him...

Song Xiao, the tablemate who doesn't wash her hair, can't bear it. It's not suitable for men and women to teach or accept, and it's not appropriate to sit with girls, so she can only look at the last position.

He was a tall boy who looked very clean and couldn't see his looks, because he had been lying on the table and sleeping soundly, only to see a handsome back of his head and a slender white neck.

Song Xiao walked over and sat next to him.

Feeling someone approaching, the dark-sleeping person instantly wakes up and looks up at the person who dared to sit next to him. Song Xiao also turned his head to look at him, and the two of them were stunned at the same time.

Song Xiao almost burst into tears looking at the appearance of the boy in front of him. Jian Mei Xingmu thin lips, it is the beautiful face of Emperor Jing Yuan!