Chapter 278
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Sun Dongqing waved the letter in her hand and smiled like a flower blooming on her face. "Our Yingying's grades are still the best. She got into the Provincial No.1 High School without a hitch."
"Mom, don't say that." Ye Ying seemed unhappy. She took the letter from her and stuffed it back into the envelope. She said to Uncle Gen, "Grandpa Gen, my mom's words are unpleasant. Actually, she's quite concerned about whether my sister got into a school or not."
Uncle Gen glanced at Ye Ying, who thought she was smart but didn't have any sense of responsibility. He said calmly, "It's not bad. No.1 High School in the city. It's as expected."
"No.1 Middle School isn't bad either. Although it's not as good as the Provincial No.1 High School, with my sister's intelligence, it's the same no matter where she goes." Ye Ying knew that she was relieved. She really didn't want to be in the same school as Ye Chien!
There was no other reason. Ye Chien knew too much about her. If he told others in high school, she would have to live like she did in high school. She would have to live a repressed life!
Hearing this, Sun Dongqing held back her pride and pretended to be concerned. She sighed and said, "As long as she gets in, No.1 Middle School will be No.1 Middle School. She'll just suffer a little when she gets into university. This is great. I can finally answer to my sister. "
It wasn't strange that Sun Dongqing could shamelessly take credit for herself.
Another boy from the village got into the same school as Ye Chien. When he heard that Ye Chien was in the same school as him, he was very happy. He said, "That's great. We'll have a companion when we come back to the village in the future. We won't be afraid when we come back together."
"Of course. My poor Yingying. She has to stay in school for three years in high school." No matter what others said, Sun Dongqing would naturally turn the topic to her own daughter and praise her a few more times.
A figure stood at the entrance of the courtyard and listened quietly for a while. When he saw that the people in the courtyard were about to leave, he lowered his head and looked at the high school study materials in his hands. He turned around and left without disturbing the people in the courtyard.
Ye Ying turned around nimbly. She seemed to have seen a familiar figure flash past the entrance of the courtyard. Her eyes lit up slightly as she stopped in her tracks. She wondered if she had seen wrongly.
He only stopped for a moment before he quickly chased after her. … There was no one outside, only the sound of a bicycle passing by could be heard.
After delivering the package, the postman asked the boy sitting behind him with a smile, "Didn't you just enter the village to look for your classmate? Didn't you find it? "
"Yes, he's not at home." Gao Yiyang, who should have gone to Australia a long time ago, was already a big boy. Although his expression was cold, he still looked very educated. "Uncle, you can just drop me off in the car in front. Someone is waiting for me in the car."
Heh, he already has a car at such a young age … When the postman saw the license plate of the car, he couldn't help but take a few more glances. This car … must be expensive. It's long and big, and there's even a leopard on it? Tiger? … It was an indiscernible symbol.
Gao Yiyang, who needed to go to Australia in three days, came with a pile of high school study materials. When he heard from Uncle Gen that Ye Chien would be back in about ten days, he knew … he wouldn't be able to see Ye Chien this time.
His eyes were filled with deep disappointment as he looked out of the car window. His indifferent expression made the driver not dare to ask more questions.
Gao Yiyang, who left with regrets, boarded the plane to the capital. Perhaps he would settle down in Australia, or perhaps he would return to China after he finished his studies. But he knew in his heart that … he would never see that girl again. She was so determined that she would give up the chance of survival to others in the face of danger.
She would be like a cinnabar mole, forever fresh in his heart.
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