By the time they returned from North Street, it was already dark. Before we parted ways, he asked for my phone number, and he asked for it with a very bad attitude. He said that if I encountered any trouble in North Street, I could look for him. He took pity on me, an old woman, and asked for my phone number. This brat was always stubborn.
As soon as I got home, I saw my mother walking around the door with a pot of iron like a ghost. When I closed the door and walked to the entrance, she had already floated in front of me."Wretched girl, why did you come back so late? Was she 'charmed' by the son of the Qian family?”
I laughed and waved my hand." Mom, look at what you're saying. What 'infatuated' thing? I didn't even say a few words to him before we broke up. I don't like him, and he doesn't like me either.”
"Disagreeable? Then what is this?" Mom pulled something out from the back of the pot and threw it at me…Uh, actually, I also wanted to know how she pulled it out from the back of the pot. Could it be that she put it in her pocket? The all-purpose prop for Doraemon?
Her gaze moved away from that item…
What…What? When I saw the words written on it clearly, my gaze that was about to drift away turned back to that thing! " The King Aristocratic Academy?"! Transfer application? What the hell was that?
"Someone from the Qian family called and said that their young master likes you very much. They want you to transfer to school with their young master in a few days. The King was one of the top three schools in the world.”His mother returned to the kitchen and continued to fry eggs with the iron pot that she had taken out the documents from.
Heavens, heavens, heavens, why?!! I clearly said such vile words and did such vile actions. Was that Qian Yunchen crazy?! Or…is it because I went too far that he wants to torture me? Yes, yes, that must be the case. It would definitely be easier to take action in his own academy! He, he, he…he might put a number of poisonous snakes in my desk, then close the toilet door when I go to the toilet, or tamper with my chair to make me fall, or…or send someone to beat me up!!! Ahhhh…Help, help…(Author: [I'm completely lost in my wild imagination.]
"Mom…can you not…go…T_T?”After a moment of pain, despair, and misery, I looked at my mother in the kitchen with my big watery eyes.
His mother turned her head gently.”
"Why…Why, why, why! Didn't Mom also object to me marrying a rich man?! Why do you have to transfer me to that aristocratic academy?”Tears and snot,"Mom, I don't want to go. Please don't make me go."”
"The Qian family said that they would help you pay off all your tuition fees. Of course we have to go for such a good thing. This way, we can save money for your school fees and buy your father a Santana.”His mother continued to cook with a smile. Santana was a brand car produced by Volkswagen in California. Its advantages were: 1. Cheap and durable leather. 2. Cheap accessories and easy maintenance. 3. Excellent power. 4. Large luggage compartment, very suitable for ordinary families.
I raised my head and screamed in pain,"NO!”
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