The dinner was made by the nanny aunt. A few days ago, Tang Xiaonian got off work early and bought the ingredients on the way home. When the nanny came to cook according to the usual time, Tang Xiaonian had already processed the ingredients and was ready to eat The pot is fried.

Because he was ashamed to let the nanny go for nothing, Tang Xiaonian asked her to do some insignificant cleaning work. The nanny felt very sorry, so she came to cook half an hour earlier today.

Tang Xiaonian himself also worked as a nanny for a period of time. When Tang Junhe was three years old, he changed careers after a short period of time. At that time, the hostess of the family who hired her always suspected that she was having an affair with the fifty-year-old man in the family. She couldn't bear the uselessness, so she quit the job in a fit of anger and turned to selling clothes for others in the mall.

Probably because she is used to hard times, when a nanny appeared at home, she seemed a little at a loss.

When Tang Junhe got home, he saw his mother Tang Xiaonian sitting on the sofa staring blankly at the air, wondering what she was thinking.

"Are you back?" Tang Xiaonian immediately looked back when he heard the sound of the door being pushed open. Seeing that Tang Junhe had come back from school, he hurriedly got up from the sofa, stepped forward to take his schoolbag and asked, "Are you still used to the new environment?"

"It's okay." Tang Junhe said perfunctorily, changing his slippers.

"That doesn't look happy," Tang Xiaonian saw the indistinct water stains on his shoulders after drying sharply, and asked sensitively, "Yang Xuan and the others bullied you in class?"

"No," Tang Junhe picked up his schoolbag and walked towards his room, "I'm not a primary school student, so why are there so many bullies?"

"Then what happened to the water on your shoulder?" Tang Xiaonian followed up and asked.

"The water glass at the same table accidentally spilled and splashed on my shoulder." Tang Junhe tried his best to explain patiently.

"Are you at the same table?" Tang Xiaonian changed the subject, "Male and female? Are you easy to get along with?"

"Female," Tang Junhe put the schoolbag on the desk, "Mom, do you still let me do my homework?"

"It's just a few words short of time." Tang Xiaonian's tone was obviously dissatisfied, but he turned around and closed the door of the room for him.

Tang Junhe pulled the chair away, sighed after sitting down, and scratched his hair a little irritably. I don't know when, he began to feel a little impatient with Tang Xiaonian's nagging concern. Even though I knew it was bad, I still couldn't restrain my emotions.

Yang Chengchuan came back later than usual, and after he came back, Tang Junhe was called to the living room for dinner.

Yang Chengchuan's complexion looked very bad, presumably it had something to do with Yang Xuan.

"Xiaoxuan isn't coming back?" Tang Xiaonian put a bowl of rice in front of him, glanced at him and asked.

"They said they wanted a place to stay, and they asked the class teacher to call me as a lobbyist," Yang Chengchuan frowned, "Let him go."

Tang Xiaonian glanced at him again in surprise, sat down to eat without saying anything.

No one spoke, and there was another relatively wordless silence. After a while, Yang Chengchuan suddenly said, "You didn't say anything to Yang Xuan in the morning, did you?"

Tang Xiaonian's action of picking up vegetables immediately stopped, looked up at him and asked, "What do you mean?"

Yang Chengchuan knew that he had made a slip of the tongue, so he quickly calmed down and said: "It's just a casual question, don't think too much about it."

Tang Xiaonian slammed his chopsticks on the table, stopped eating, and asked him, "What do you mean I am overthinking? Yang Chengchuan, you mean I kicked your eldest son out, right?"

here we go again. Tang Junhe felt pain in his temple like a needle prick, maybe he should apply for accommodation with Yang Xuan.

"No, I didn't mean that," Yang Chengchuan swallowed and admitted his mistake, "I shouldn't have asked that question just now." Seeing that Tang Xiaonian was still staring at him, he could only pat the back of her hand to persuade her, "In front of the child In front of you, don't make trouble for Xiaonian."

"My mother didn't say anything to Yang Xuan." Tang Junhe said with lowered eyes.

Yang Chengchuan was stunned for a moment, and after hearing the estrangement in these words, he forced a little smile and said, "I know, I know." Then he changed the subject in a timely manner, "By the way, Jun He, listen to what your Uncle Chen said. , do you think someone followed you after school today?"

Hearing this, Tang Xiaonian couldn't care less about getting angry with Yang Chengchuan, so he looked at Tang Junhe nervously and asked, "Who is following you?"

"No, it was a classmate who was watching me," Tang Junhe said, "not stalking."

Tang Xiaonian breathed a sigh of relief and said, "I just said, it's been so many years."

Seeing that Tang Xiaonian's face softened, Yang Chengchuan quickly seized the opportunity to turn his head to court her, and asked, "Has anyone followed Jun He before?"

Tang Xiaonian ignored him at first, took a few mouthfuls of food on his own, and after a while he said, "It's a teacher."

After all, he was his youngest son, so Yang Chengchuan couldn't say that he didn't care at all, and asked with concern, "Why is the teacher still doing follow-up?"

"The teacher is a pervert," Tang Xiaonian said unhappily, "I didn't have any good intentions. At that time, Jun Hyuk skipped a grade. He said he would help make up lessons. I thought he was kind, but I didn't expect—"

"Mom!" Tang Junhe interrupted her suddenly, "Nothing happened, so don't mention it."

"Why can't you mention it?" Tang Xiaonian said emotionally, "What if something happened at that time?"

Yang Chengchuan guessed what Tang Xiaonian was interrupted, and asked, "Male teacher or female teacher?"

Tang Xiaonian said, "Male teacher."

"What's your name? Which school's teacher?" Yang Chengchuan's expression became a little serious, and he continued to ask.

"A math teacher is the primary school Jun He attended at that time, Zeding Primary School, called...Zhou Lin, isn't it?" Tang Xiaonian looked at Tang Junhe, trying to confirm with him.

Tang Junhe didn't say anything. He realized that Yang Chengchuan might not be asking casually, but really wanted to do something—this is easy for Yang Chengchuan today, and it is probably the best way for him to bribe himself and Tang Xiaonian, he is a bit malicious thought.

However, he didn't want to be bribed, and he didn't want to take any of what belonged to Yang Xuan.

***

The next morning, when Tang Junhe sat down, Yin Cong hugged his water glass and apologized to him: "I'm sorry, I will definitely cover the water glass in the future..."

"It's none of your business." Tang Junhe bowed his head and flipped through the textbook.

There was no special meaning in these words, it was just telling Yin Cong that he didn't need to take on these irrelevant responsibilities, but because he said it too directly, it meant "don't mind your own business". After the words were spoken, Tang Junhe immediately realized this, but he pursed his lips slightly and didn't explain much.

Fortunately, Yin Cong is also a big-hearted girl, so she didn't care about his tone, she leaned over and asked in a low voice, "But how did you provoke them?"

"Who?" Tang Junhe asked knowingly.

"Yang Xuan and Feng Bo."

"Are they in the same group?" Tang Junhe asked again,

"How should I put it, I don't know if it's a gang or not," Yin Cong scratched his hair, and said with some embarrassment, "I feel like Feng Bo and the others want to be with Yang Xuan, but Yang Xuan doesn't really want to." with them..."

"It's so complicated." Tang Junhe said casually while drawing a line on the textbook.

"That's right," Yin Cong saw that her tablemate, the iceberg beauty, was acting uncharacteristically, and finally agreed to talk to him, and whispered to him enthusiastically, "Feng Bo is just a bluffing son. He must be domineering, Chen Hao is full of pornographic thoughts, and sometimes his words are disgusting, and I will tell you secretly, he seems to have a crush on Ying Hui..."

Tang Junhe said, "Yes."

Seeing that his reaction was cold, Yin Cong felt a little disappointed, so he planned to turn his head around and endorse the book. Before finishing, he said casually, "However, how could Ying Hui talk to him? Everyone in the school knows that Ying Hui likes Yang Xuan."

Unexpectedly, she planned to end it, but Tang Junhe asked for the first time: "Who is Ying Hui?"

"It's the front of the front of you." Yin Cong pointed to him enthusiastically.

Tang Junhe just nodded without looking up. He just wanted to confirm it, although even he himself didn't know why he wanted to confirm it.

Yin Cong thought that he was interested in Ying Hui, so he immediately introduced to him: "Ying Hui is my friend, a recognized beauty in our No. 1 Middle School, with good grades and a good personality. People who chase her can line up from the front door to the back mountain...you Want to meet her?"

Tang Junhe said bluntly, "I don't want to."

It seems that there is no corresponding interest in Anise. Yin Cong was a little lost, she couldn't figure out what her mysterious tablemate would be interested in.

She was about to give up, and casually said what she had already said: "But Ying Hui only likes Yang Xuan."

Unexpectedly, Tang Junhe threw another question: "What do you like about him?"

"Uh..." Yin Cong was caught off guard by this blunt question, "What else do you like? You are handsome, you can fight, and you don't like talking to people?"

Tang Junhe said, "That's it."

Yin Cong felt that she had an inexplicable illusion that her deskmate seemed to only have a little interest in Yang Xuan. She bit her pen and thought, could it be that the rumor about the illegitimate child is true?

***

In the last self-study class, Yang Xuan went downstairs to the playground for training.

There is less than a month before the city's basketball league. As soon as this semester starts, the school team has stepped up training. As the main force of the basketball team, Yang Xuan is naturally the focus of training. many hours.

The school bell rang, and after more than ten minutes, the class had already left one after another. Maybe it was because Yang Xuan didn't give face yesterday, Feng Bo and Chen Hao didn't continue to find fault with Tang Junhe, and left the classroom as soon as school was over.

Instead, Tang Junhe didn't move. He took out the English test paper and planned to finish it before leaving.

Although he told Yang Chengchuan that he didn't need a driver to pick him up at dinner yesterday, that Uncle Chen will definitely be waiting at the school gate today. He planned to go out half an hour late, to create the illusion that he had already returned home.

Halfway through the test paper, Tang Junhe watched the sky darken, got up, packed his schoolbag and walked out of the classroom.

The school's day students have almost left, except for the basketball team training on the playground, there are only a few students carrying schoolbags on the huge campus.

The basketball court was facing the school gate, and when he walked out of the teaching building, Tang Junhe recognized Yang Xuan at a glance. He seems to have just finished training, he raised his arms in a stern manner, and threw a finishing ball towards the basket. The ball was scored easily, and then Yang Xuan walked towards the basket with his head slightly lowered, while following the people around him. talking.

Tang Junhe stood at the door of the teaching building for a while, watching him throw the ball. He felt that Yang Xuan glanced in his direction, so he didn't stop any longer, bowed his head and walked quickly.

When he was about to walk out of the school gate, he was instinctively vigilant, wondering if the person who followed him yesterday would still be around today.

He looked around vigilantly, but when he turned his head, he saw that person—Zhou Lin. He didn't hide today, he just stood by the flower bed some distance away from the school gate, apparently waiting for him to come out.