(50) You are proud, also regretful

  When Song Min returned home, it was already very late, and his father and mother were sitting in the living room watching TV.

  Song Hao should be cooped up in his room playing video games.

  Song Min went in without saying a word to his parents and directly returned to his own room.

  "Stop right there." Song Dad glanced at Song Min's position and turned off the TV. "How did you go for so long?"

  Song Min said with some embarrassment: "I went down and took a walk around."

  Her eyes were staring straight at Song Dad, without blinking or dodging.

  Mr. Song sat on the sofa with his arms around him, and said to Song Min with a bitter tone: "Dad and mom are not opposed to you dating, we also like Wen Yan very much, the key is that you must have a sense of measure."

  "What's wrong with you?" Song Min furrowed her brow and asked her father back, why do adults always think they have no sense of propriety? What is propriety anyway? Is pre-marital sex considered having no sense of propriety? It's really overthinking! She and Wen Yan had just started, how could they possibly go that far so quickly? She was a very conservative person, not so promiscuous.

  "Then why did you come back so late just to deliver a melon?"

  Song Min reluctantly backed away: "Are you two satisfied only when we don't see each other for ten days or half a month?"

  "What's wrong with you, kid?" Song Dad's eyes widened, and he was almost speechless from being choked by Song Min's words.

  "What were you thinking? When I didn't have a boyfriend, you guys were anxious and urged me every day. My mom would get impatient with me whenever she mentioned this matter. Now that I do have a boyfriend, you're still like this. What am I supposed to do?" Song Min was fed up, as her parents had always been like this since she was little.

  "We're your parents, how can you talk to us like that?" Song's mother was even more angry. This child has grown up and become so arrogant, not even allowing questions to be asked. Can her parents harm her? Aren't they all for her own good? They worry about her every day and still get blamed.

  Song Min took a deep breath and suppressed his inner turmoil, "I'm not going to talk about it anymore, the more I say, the angrier I get."

  "You're angry and we're not?!"

  Mom Song yelled from behind.

  Song Min returned to the room and saw Wen Yan's message: Had a fight with Uncle and Aunt?

  Song Min silently sighed and quickly tapped on the screen with his fingers: What did Song Hao say to you again?

  Warm words replied: En.

  Song Min: Why is he so annoying?

  Warm words: If he didn't tell me, would you have told me?

  Wen Yan thought he would never expect Song Min to take the initiative to ask for his help after something happened.

  Song Min: Oh.

  The words "the other person is typing" jumped on the top left of the phone screen for a long time, and I didn't know what Wen Yan had typed. When it was sent over, there was only one sentence: Uncle and Aunt are too hurt by you, don't be angry with them.

  Song Min didn't know what to say, anyway he felt very wronged and sent a pouting expression.

  "Come on, go wash up and get some sleep."

  Song Min: Oh.

  Song Min put down his phone and seemed to have calmed down a bit after chatting with Wen Yan for two sentences.

  Freshmen enter high school.

  Song Hao arrived at school a week in advance and brought back a large pile of books, covering them with book covers on the table in the cafeteria.

  "Who's your class teacher?" Song Min sat on one side playing with his phone and chatting with Song Hao.

  Song Hao's mind was preoccupied with book covers, and without even lifting his head, he replied to Song Min: "A female history teacher, pretty interesting."

  "Su Jin?"

  "How did you know?!" Song Hao's eyes widened in shock, his facial expression twisting in disgust. "Don't tell me she taught you!!"

  "My high school class teacher." Song Min said this sentence as if he was saying "the weather is great today", then found Su Jin in his WeChat contacts and sent her a few words.

  Song Hai's face turned pale in an instant. From a young age, most of his teachers had taught his sister and their evaluation of him was always: Why is your sister so good at studying while you're so bad?

  "Sister... can you not tell her that you're my sister..." Song Hao had already vomited three liters of blood, he really didn't want any wind to blow or grass to move without his sister knowing...

  The L district is too small, isn't it!!!!!!

  Song Hao covered his face and wept.

  "I've already said that." Song Min stopped typing on her phone and looked away, seemingly feeling that Song Hao's death was not enough, adding insult to injury: "Oh, I didn't tell her I'm your sister, I told her you're my brother."

  Song Hao was desperate and wanted to cry but had no tears.

  However, Song Min's message about his sister who has a lot of tricks up her sleeve when dealing with her little brother is: Su Da, the beauty, is also our class teacher?

  Su Jin almost immediately replied, looking like she was playing with her phone: The message is quite prompt, have you returned to school?

  Song Min: No, my younger brother is in your class.

  Song Min picked up his cup and drank water while sending a message.

  Su Jin: Your brother? Song Hao?

  Song Min: Is he that famous?

  Su Jin: Today I sent him to sweep the toilet.

  Pfft…… Song Min spat out a mouthful of water, soaking the entire phone. She frantically grabbed a few tissues to dry it off, glancing at Song Hao - with his pampered upbringing since childhood, would he actually sweep the toilet? Doesn't seem like it.

  Song Min replied with a headache: How about dry...

  Su Jin: Not bad, but you're much stronger than me, what else can you do besides studying?

  Song Min: Hey hey hey, Su Da beauty, don't be so hurtful!

  Su Jin: I'm telling the truth, okay?! But your younger brother is quite handsome, I saw many girls sneaking glances at him during registration today.

  Song Min: Haha, he's just a bit better-looking, teacher, please take care of her more. Although Song Hao is quite clever, he doesn't put his heart into studying.

  Su Jin: That's settled then, you're a pride and also a regret of Teacher's.

  Su Jin was still lamenting Song Min's high school entrance examination back then.

  Song Min's answer sheet was indeed smeared, possibly only the last few questions were smeared, and the score did not reach a disastrous level, but it was lower than the simulated score by several points.

  After achieving success that year, Su Jin had a serious conversation with Song Min about retaking classes.

  Song Min didn't think much about it and filled in Nanjing University as his first choice.

  Song Min: I'm doing pretty well now, but re-reading variables is too risky, what if I fail the exam?

  Su Jin: Cut it out.

  ……

  ……

  After chatting with the teacher, Song Min posted a Weibo: I wonder what would happen if the answer sheet hadn't been scribbled back then.

  After posting the Weibo, Song Min put away his phone and said very seriously to Song Hao: "Teacher Su is a good person, don't annoy her."

  "Oh." Song Hao responded in extreme despair and continued wrapping his book cover.

  Haha haha haha haha haha haha, Song Hao's head teacher was my former head teacher.

  After a while, Song Min looked again and found that the group had become lively.

  Great Aunt: What a coincidence?

  Aunt: Good luck.

  Grandpa: Tell Min'er and your teacher to take good care of Xiao Hao.

  Song Dad: From elementary school to high school, Song Hao's teachers basically all taught Song Min.

  Qu Ran: Xiao Hao is desperate, hahahahahaha.

  Mom Song: From now on, it seems that we need to be prepared for embarrassment at parent-teacher conferences, after all the two kids have too big of a gap.

  Song Qinghe: Little aunt, what nonsense are you talking about? Xiao Hao is unhappy now.

  Aunt's husband: Xiao Hao is also excellent, not a bit worse.

  Great Uncle: Let's all go out for a meal together tomorrow, Xiao Hao's graduation banquet, and Min Er is also leaving.

  ……

  Everyone agrees on this, after all, Big Uncle is now the head of the Song family.

  The next afternoon, Song Min returned to school to see Su Jin and took Song Hao out for dinner.

  It happened to coincide with Song Hao and others' moral education training after their daily military training.

  Su Jin was busy collecting tuition fees in the classroom.

  "Teacher." Song Min knocked on the door.

  "Song Min, you're just in time." Su Jin was flustered, probably due to being pregnant for three years, she had forgotten about collecting money that morning and now couldn't even figure out how to do it. "Quickly come help me collect the money."

  "How can you even collect money and still don't understand?"

  Song Min ruthlessly teased her and put down his bag, "How much for one person?"

  “240。”

  "Hmm." Song Min took the money from Su Jin's hand, picked it up one by one from the ground, and then asked them to sign their names.

  "Why has this pen run out of ink?" Song Min waved the pen and wrote again, still without any color. He happened to walk in front of Song Hao and directly ordered him, "Song Hao, get me a pen."

  "Oh." Song Hao obediently took out a pen from his backpack and handed it to Song Min.

  "240." Song Min finished writing and asked Song Hao for money.

  "Uh... I forgot to bring it..." Song Hao's face was filled with embarrassment, he had left his wallet at home and had to borrow money from others for lunch.

  Song Min looked at Song Hao with disdain, continued to collect money from others, and finally took out money from his own bag to make up for Song Hao.

  "40 people, 240 per person, a total of 9,600." Song Min counted the money again, and 9,600 was correct.

  "Wang Yihuan, take the money to the teaching affairs office." Su Jin called a female student to hand in the money.

  Song Min took a look and it was a coincidence, wasn't this the girl who had delivered homework to her brother that time?

  Gentle and elegant, slender and fair.

  He's just a little short.

  Song Hao originally liked this type?

  Song Min glanced at Song Hao, and indeed he was staring at Song Min and Wang Yihuan's every move. As soon as he saw Song Min looking at him, he immediately shifted his gaze away with a guilty conscience.

  "Sister is good." Wang Yihuan greeted cleverly.

  Song Min smiled and curved his eyes, "Hold on tight, don't let it be snatched away."

  After Wang Yihang left, Su Jin casually put one arm on Song Min's shoulder and said to the students: "This is your senior sister, from Nanjing University's Chinese Department. Let her share some experiences with you."

  "Great!!"

  The students below applauded and cheered loudly.

  Song Min's face darkened, and he looked at Su Jin silently: I came to see you...

  "This isn't nothing, you should share with the younger students how you study and pass on some experience." Su Jin pushed Song Min onto the stage, "Don't be shy, just like before when you taught everyone about functions, speak up."

  Song Min awkwardly smiled and looked down, suddenly missing the time when she had just entered high school, after all, at that time she was still so young.

  "Well, there's nothing much to say, just study hard and listen to Teacher Su carefully, and play hard when it's time to have fun." Song Min said with a serious face.

  "Alright, alright." Su Jin hastily pulled Song Min down, "You two go practice on your own for now."

  Su Jin thought that Song Min would instill good study habits in these students, but unexpectedly, over the past few years, Song Min had abandoned all his tacit understanding with her.

  Su Jin took Song Min to the office next door.

  Everyone in the large classroom on this side began whispering to each other.

  "That senior student just now is really beautiful!"

  "Mmm!"

  "Your legs are so long!!!"

  The girls huddled together whispering to each other.

  "Song Hao, how does your senior sister know you?" A boy next to Song Hao asked him.

  A child of this age is at a stage where curiosity is strong.

  Song Hao coughed unnaturally, as if sitting on pins and needles: "Uh... she's my sister... real one... same father and mother..."

  "Really?" Many classmates gathered around.

  "Really......" Song Hao was speechless, and those girls took this opportunity to come over and chat him up.

  "Your sister studies really well!"

  "Bookworm!"

  "I also want to take the Nanjing University exam!"

  "Your studies are going well too?"

  Song Hao quickly caught this sentence from many sentences and smiled awkwardly, "Haha...... I'm a learning slag......"

  Wang Yihuan returned from outside at this time. As soon as she came in, Song Hao suddenly closed his mouth and stopped talking. He was really afraid that she would misunderstand.

  "What's all the commotion about?" Wang Yihuan asked softly to the girls around her.

  "That senior just now is Song Hao's sister."

  "Oh." Wang Yihuan nodded slightly, she had known it all along.