After Su Yufan sent Qin Liantong home, he ran away as he wished. This attracted a few insults from Cao Jinwei and others, but he pretended not to hear them and didn't care. After taking the subway for a long time, Su Yufan returned to school when it was almost dark.
It was a blessing for him to come back alive today, but when he recalled the scene during the racing, Su Yufan couldn't help feeling nauseous and dizzy. His reaction was even more serious than that of Qin Liantong, the pregnant husband, and he was also very tired.
Su Yufan who returned to school was like Cinderella whose pumpkin carriage disappeared after midnight. This was the world he truly belonged to, although today's experience was not something worth bragging about for him.
But when Cao Jinwei was promoting Qin Liantong's graceful performance in Huanlong Mountain in his circle of friends, and mocked the two in the circle, Su Yufan did not respond to the comments in other people's circle of friends as usual. He saw the picture Cao Jinwei posted, which was a picture of Qin Liantong getting out of the car, looking very free and handsome, and he seemed to have not recovered at that time, sitting in the passenger seat and patting his chest in fear.
So there was no trace of him in the photo, only a shadow next to the car window. But Su Yufan was very glad, he didn't want his appearance to cause other irrelevant people to talk about it, anyway, he was not the protagonist in this matter.
But Qin Liantong also reposted Cao Jinwei's circle of friends for the first time. You should know that before this repost, the other party's circle of friends was blank. Su Yufan didn't think much about it, just thought that Qin Liantong supported her childhood friend to the end, and didn't take it too seriously, and slowly devoted himself to his own affairs.
After a day, the editor of the website hadn't sent any information, so Su Yufan thought that they were probably on National Day holiday. The reason why I received the visa rejection news this morning might be that the editor at home was working overtime on a whim.
But anyway, he still had a few days of tutoring and had to prepare lesson plans, so Su Yufan put the matter aside for the time being. When he returned to the dormitory, he was actually so tired that he wanted to lie down and rest, but he had to clean up, continue to fix the bed curtains, and start live streaming on the table.
There was no background of their dormitory in the live broadcast room, and Su Yufan didn't want to be exposed. But today, he didn't type on the keyboard, but just took out a stack of books, including high school mathematics reference books, which were for preparing lessons for his tutoring classmates, and his own professional course homework, which was for his usual grades.
The original owner didn't like to listen in class, but fortunately it had just started and it hadn't ruined too much of an impression, so there was still hope for a scholarship.
The camera was still facing his desk, and no personal information could be seen. Only his hands were exposed in the camera. Su Yufan never thought that he would have any fans if he was so bad, so he simply used the live broadcast room as a study room and left the get out of class at a certain time.
When Su Yufan took out his high school math book, a few people in the live broadcast room started to guess: "Is the anchor still just a high school student?"
After all, you can't tell anything just by listening to the voice and looking at the hands, and the voice is indeed that of a young boy.
Su Yufan is very serious when working, almost completely devoted to it, so he did not answer the question, but just summarized the difficulties and key points that Feifei might encounter now, and made a clear outline on a piece of A4 paper. His handwriting was vigorous and powerful, and he could be a writing blogger.
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Where is the baby my little wife is carrying?[MTL]
General FictionPlease, don't vote. Summary in the first chapter. credits belongs to the writer. ( Author: August Zhonglin) NOT MINE. MTL. NO EDITING.