Chapter 40: They are all reborn, so it is understandable that they are a little greedy "Auntie, my name is Yu Xian. My hometown is Sichuan and Chongqing, but I grew up in Yuecheng." Yu Xian introduced himself again. "Oh~" This time, Mao Xiaoqin took a serious look at Yu Xian. Her facial features were as rosy as peaches and plums under the light. She was indeed a beauty. "Girl, are you also from Class 11, Senior , Zhixin Middle School?" Mao Xiaoqin asked curiously, she noticed the burgundy ends of Yu Xian's hair. Yu Xian's expression froze for a moment, but he still said frankly, "Auntie, I'm an art student in Class 1 () of Senior High School." After saying that, Yu Xian bit her lips lightly and glanced at Mao Xiaoqin's reaction. "Are you studying art? You're amazing!"

Mao Xiaoqin's expression remained unchanged, and there was even a hint of surprise in her voice: "Chen Zhuo also took classes to learn the guzheng when he was young, but he spent all his money and learned nothing. So we all think that art is more difficult than mathematics." "No way, mathematics is so difficult..." Mao Xiaoqin's reaction made Yu Xian very happy. She was a simple-minded girl and she immediately complained to Mao Xiaoqin about how difficult it was to learn math, physics and chemistry. Mao Xiaoqin listened and nodded with a smile, until Chen felt it was too late and hailed a taxi to take the two girls home. At this time, Dr. Mao sighed: "Both are beautiful and good girls. But Xiaoyu is an art student, and her academic performance is not very good. I feel that Weiwei is better." Empress Dowager Mao's reaction just now was all fake. She just didn't want to make Yu Xian feel sad, but like all normal parents, she subconsciously had a prejudice against art students. "Wow! This is just the beginning, you really picked it." Chen Peisong teased his wife and watched the taxi go farther and farther away. After thinking for a while, he said, "On the contrary, I think Yu Xian is a good girl. She is sincere and kind, and she doesn't have any bad intentions. Moreover, she really cares about me. As for the art student..." Lao Chen smiled and said, "I also said that art is the ladder for the progress of human civilization." "But Weiwei..." Empress Dowager Mao still opened her mouth to argue. "Okay, okay~" Old Chen waved his hand: "I know what you want to say, these are not the main points. The college entrance examination is the most important thing for Chen and our family right now." Mao Xiaoqin calmed down instantly after hearing her husband say this. Fortunately, I almost became addicted to the fantasy of a "beautiful daughter-in-law"! If Chen Zhe fails to get into university, not to mention Song Shiwei and Yu Xian, even Zhao Yuanyuan may not look down on him. "So let's take a taxi home now?" Mao Xiaoqin asked. "Isn't Chen's homeroom teacher still in the hall?" Chen Peisong put his hands behind his back and stepped onto the stairs of the service hall again: "First ask Chen how his second mock exam results are, and then take this opportunity to consult me ​​on how to fill in the application form in May."

In 2007, the eastern Guangdong still adopted the "guessing scores and filling in the form" method. The specific process is as follows: One day after the third mock exam in May, the entire class came to the school’s computer room, entered their ID card and other information on the admissions website, and filled in their first, second, and third choices. Chen Peisong and Mao Xiaoqin were thinking about choosing a suitable school and major for their son. In fact, Chen already had a plan in mind. Lingnan College or School of Marxism at CUHK. If you choose the Marxist Academy, you will most likely have to pursue a career in politics in the future; If you go to Lingnan College, you can go into business or politics. Of course, no matter which department or major he chooses, Chen Zhe will get a place in the university's selected student list, leaving a way out if his business fails. "Director Chen, we are here." It didn't take long before they arrived downstairs of Yu Xian's house. It seemed that Wu Yu would sleep at her house tonight, so Chen Zhuo didn't get out of the car, but just waved and said good night. There were only himself and Huang Baihan left in the car, and Chen decided to send his best friend back first. The taxi had just started for a while when Huang Baihan, who was sitting in the passenger seat, turned his head and asked, "Chen Zhe, you don't really want to have two girlfriends, do you?" Huang Baihan's words were so blunt that the driver, who had been concentrating on listening to the radio, unconsciously turned down the volume and pricked up his ears to listen to the gossip. "I don't have any." Chen Zhuo was reluctant to admit it at first. "I've never been in love, but I'm not stupid." Da Huang said sullenly, "I just thought about it in the car. A lot of your actions during this period have been betting on both sides, right?" Chen was silent for a moment. The street lights shone through the car window, casting mottled shadows that kept rolling across his face. After a while, Chen sighed faintly: "I hope you can be so clear-headed when you are in love." This sentence is equivalent to acknowledging Huang Baihan's doubts. "Why?" Huang Baihan couldn't help but ask. "Why……" Chen Zhuo also once reflected on this, what was the reason for this? If I really want to talk about feelings, I don’t have such deep feelings for either Yu Xian or Song Shiwei now. But why do we subconsciously bet on both sides, just as Huang Baihan said? Maybe I'm too greedy, so I don't want to let such beautiful things slip away from me. Of course, I'm struggling inside, so now I'm in a situation of "neither taking the initiative nor refusing, and I'll wait until college to decide." Chen told Huang Bohan this reason, and Huang Bohan showed his understanding, "I used to have the same fantasy, that all the beauties in the school love me alone." "but!" Huang Baihan told the truth: "I don't have the ability to do it." Chen Zhuo said nothing, Da Huang was incapable of doing so, because he had not been reborn;

Or in other words, some people may not be able to do it even if they are born again; But now that I have been reborn, many things are not difficult as long as I have this idea. Just like what happened at the police station just now, I had the thought of "I don't want Song Shiwei and Yu Xian to misunderstand" in my mind, and a lot of actions and ideas followed. Huang Bohan saw that Chen Zhuo didn't say anything, thinking that he was seriously reflecting on himself, and couldn't help but persuade him: "You said not to let beautiful things slip away, but what if you meet a more beautiful girl in the future?" Chen Zhe really hadn't thought of this, because he had seen a lot of the world before and after his rebirth, and Song Shiwei and Yu Xian's figures and looks were already the ceiling. "forget it." Da Huang continued to persuade, "Just choose one honestly. I think Yu Xian is really perfect. That's Yu Xian! Song Shiwei's family is so rich, you can tell from that private car." Although Chen Zhuo currently spends more time with Yu Xian, he couldn't help but joke when he heard Da Huang firmly stand on the "Yu Party": "Isn't a good family background a plus? The future goals of us men are nothing more than making money and finding a partner. If I'm with Song Shiwei, I can choose to get the partner's money directly. Doesn't that save a lot of time?" "Hahaha……" Huang Baihan laughed twice, then said with emotion: "Chen, I know you, you are not that kind of person, and do you really think those rich people are fools? Song Shiwei's father looks very smart." Chen Zhuo also agreed with this point. He couldn't help but look up at the cold moon in the sky. He didn't know whether Song Shiwei had arrived home at this time. In fact, Song Shiwei had just arrived at the gate of the community. The place where she lived was called "Pearl River Dijing", which was a super luxurious first-line river view community. 500 meters next door, the future Guangzhou landmark building - Little Slender Waist - is under construction. However, the Mercedes-Benz S600 was only parked downstairs. Song Zuomin did not go upstairs with his daughter. He handed the schoolbag to Song Shiwei and told her, "Go back and rest early. Also..." Old Song paused, shook his head and said, "Don't tell your mother about what happened today, otherwise, with her personality, she will probably go to school to accompany you." ······ (Updates will resume as normal tomorrow, at 12 noon and 8 pm. I made some adjustments to the plot today because of the revisions I made at noon.) (End of this chapter)