Song Ran went to college, and he really slacked off a lot in his coursework, originally the domestic universities were strict in and wide out, as long as he didn't fail the course, there was no problem in graduating from college.

What she never expected was that because she was too negligent in her coursework, at the end of the semester, she would fail the subject of higher mathematics, and at that time, Deputy Head Gu, who had obtained a perfect score in advanced mathematics in the final examination of the adult undergraduate, looked at her with a look of hatred for iron and steel, and then helplessly gave her tutoring.

Of course, that's another story.

In short, she spent her energy on the art troupe and dealing with sluts, and in her studies, she really couldn't take care of it, after all, people's energy is limited.

After a week of classes, and another day of miscellaneous work in the art troupe, Song Ran felt as if his body had been hollowed out, and returned home tiredly.

Mother Wu is talking all kinds of things anyway, such as letting you live at home, but you don't listen, and your face is bad.

Song Ran looked in a trance, the outside suddenly came like a night of spring breeze, thousands of trees and pear blossoms bloomed, in early April, the weather was much warmer, Song Ran comfortably drank the eye sockets brought by Wu's mother, and enjoyed the spring outside, and the mood was quite calm.

Song Xuan came down from upstairs, looked at the person who was paralyzed on the sofa, and said in disgust: "Look at you sitting down." ”

Song Ran had to put one leg on the low table in front of her, and raised her eyebrows to look at her sister: "Sit comfortably like this, sister, you can try it too." ”

Song Xuan sat down beside her: "Ouch, are you being squeezed by the art troupe, the dark circles under your eyes are coming out, stay at home at night, I'll get eggs for you to warm up." ”

Song Ran touched his eyes: "Okay." ”

Song Xuan gave her a haircut: "Don't work too hard, you have to take care of your studies, the art troupe, and your family, can you not be tired?"

Song Ran waved his hand: "I can take care of it." ”

Song Xuan glanced at her: "Don't be tired and sick." ”

Song Ran: "Don't worry, I'm measured, oh yes, did Yang Haitao come back?"

Song Xuan lazily responded: "I'm back, I just came back the day before yesterday." ”

Song Ran raised his eyebrows: "That...... What about Zhao Mingyi, is his leg healed?"

Song Xuan still had a lazy expression: "I was discharged from the hospital, but I have to walk with crutches, and it may take a while to fully recover." ”

Well, when it comes to Zhao Mingyi's lack of special expression, Song Ran is relieved, imperceptibly, her sister should have believed her words, and her liking for Zhao Mingyi should have already disappeared.

hasn't made a fuss yet, but she Song Ran has no evidence to prove that Zhao Mingyi and Shen Mengfang are just reconciled.

It's not in a hurry, as long as her sister doesn't like Zhao Mingyi, everything is easy to say.

I only hope that Yang Haitao can work harder, and hurry up to overcome her sister, she will have to worry less about it.

The pear blossoms outside have also become delicate, and the spring is bright and beautiful, and the mood is comfortable.

In the afternoon, her sister went to the company to deal with some things, Wu's mother was napping on the sofa, and Song Ran was a little stuffy in the house, so she ran to the pear tree to feel the fragrance.

The small recliner stood under the pear tree, Song Ran looked at the Peony Pavilion, Jiang Feng played the Peony Pavilion yesterday, I have to say, Jiang Feng's character is not very good, the play is still okay, Song Ran is reading the script, and at the same time figuring out the emotions of the characters in the script.

Suddenly, I saw a figure outside the courtyard, uh-huh, what news will there be?