Qiu Mingyan didn't understand Song Xiao's meaning at first, and was stunned for five seconds before she realized it. She was so angry that her hands and feet were trembling.

"Song Xiao, what do you mean? Do you think my mother is a maid?" Song Zheng, who was sitting beside her, immediately screamed.

Song Zicheng's face was a little uncomfortable. While he felt that his son was domineering and funny, he felt that this was too much, so he spoke out: "Xiao Xiao, how do you talk? Mingyan, don't bother with the child, he is still amnesia, sit down and have a meal."

"Xiaoxiao, I know you don't like aunts, but you are at least fifteen or sixteen years old, so you can't..." Qiu Mingyan sat down and took a breath, but couldn't help but speak a few words, and as she said that, she burst into tears.

When Song Xiao saw her sitting down crying, his brows frowned even tighter, and turned to Song Zicheng and said, "Father, how can I sit with the head of the family..."

"Song Xiao!" Song Zicheng immediately shouted, and saw his son pursing his lips, and regretted that he was too loud. Song Xiao couldn't say a few words to him a year before, so he was rare to be willing to speak. Don't be scared by him again. "Cough, don't say anything else, I'll ask Xiao Si to buy you some normal books tomorrow."

Qiu Mingyan couldn't cry after being interrupted by Song Zicheng. After all, she hadn't passed the door yet and had no confidence to make trouble at the dinner table. She could only grit her teeth and plan to ask Song Zicheng to cry after dinner, and mention the marriage.

There are no rules at home. Since the head of the family doesn't care, Song Xiao no longer cares about it and takes the job and eats seriously. He is originally from a scholarly family and is in the third rank of official position. Later, he becomes a royal family, so he naturally develops a noble spirit. His eating moves are elegant and elegant, pleasing to the eye.

The mother and daughter, who were ignorant of eating, became even more angry when they looked at Song Xiao's eating behavior.

After dinner, Song Xiao followed Song Zicheng to the study.

"Son, do you still remember the knowledge of junior high school?" Song Zicheng found out the textbook of junior high school and handed it to Song Xiao. "The school will start in one month. If you forget even the basic knowledge, what should you do if the school starts?"

Song Xiao took a book and opened it and looked at it. He knew the words "Chemical equations are balanced... Periodic table of elements...", but he couldn't understand them if he put them together.

"There is a start-up exam for Shengmeng High School, and the class must be divided according to the results." Seeing his confused look, Song Zicheng knew that he couldn't even understand the textbook. "Tomorrow, let Xiaosi ask you a tutor and make up for it quickly. I'll tell the principal that we will go to school a few days later."

The tutor? It’s the private school teacher. Song Xiao understood what his father meant and nodded immediately. His knowledge has increased more than a thousand times over the past thousand years. Now he needs such a gentleman to teach him from scratch.

"Thank you, father." Song Xiao looked at his smiling father, a little dazed. His father had never cared about him so much in his previous life. He just came to take his homework regularly, but because he could remember all kinds of books. After a long time, his father felt incredible and ignored him.

"Silly boy," Song Zicheng tried to raise his hand and rub Song Xiao's head, which made the other party stare in surprise. His short hair was easy to touch. Seeing that his son did not dodge, he couldn't help but touch him again, "Call him, Dad, always say that his father and father have called me old."

"dad……"

"Oh, good son..."

Qiu Mingyan, who was standing outside the door with a bowl of midnight snack, heard the laughter of father and son coming from the room, and bit her lips hatefully.

The next day, Si Dashu found a tutor, who was a graduate student from the best key university in A City. A young girl in her twenties named Ding Hui, who earned tuition fees when she worked as a tutor during the summer vacation.

When I entered the door, I found that this was a rich family. I couldn't help but feel a little nervous. The rich second-generation young master was not easy to serve. I taught one a few days ago. He was covered in yellow hair and looked disdainful. After studying for a few days, I stopped studying.

Song Xiao walked downstairs and heard that he was going to see the gentleman, so he asked Aunt Chen to choose a slightly formal dress, a white shirt and black trousers, and a small bow tie.

"Xiao Xiao, this is Teacher Ding, a master's degree student at A University," Si Dashu said with a smile to Song Xiao on the stairs, "Teacher Ding, this is Song Xiao, who just graduated from the third year of junior high school."

Ding Hui looked up and saw the boy walking slowly down the spiral stairs. She was stunned for a moment. She was tall and calm, her delicate chin was slightly raised, but she didn't look arrogant at all. Instead, she had a natural noble spirit. For a moment, she felt that she saw the real prince.

Song Xiao knew that modern women could enroll in the same way as men, and admired the women who could study for master's degree. He walked up to Ding Hui and nodded, "Hello teacher."

"Hello little prince." Ding Hui suddenly laughed. Such a handsome and polite boy is really liked. Just seeing this face every day is worth the job, and it doesn't matter if you give me less salary.

"We Xiaoxiao had some accident some time ago. We don't remember the past. We have to ask Miss Ding to start from scratch." Si Dashu saw the two of them going to Song Xiao's room and explained it with concern.

"Don't worry." Ding Hui waved her hand disapprovingly. After an hour, she finally understood what it means to "start from scratch"!

"You always know the one-yuan equation, right? Uh, do you know what the equation is?" Ding Hui looked at the confused boy in front of her and pulled her hair. This is the rhythm of teaching knowledge from elementary school!

Ding Hui flipped out all the textbooks from elementary school to junior high school in Song Xiao’s bookcase and started teaching from scratch.

"Wow, you learned it quite quickly. Did you remember something?" Ding Hui was very curious about this kind of amnesia that only appears in TV series, and always tried to study something.

Song Xiao looked up at her from the book and continued to read the book and ignored her. This female teacher taught her well, but she was too unreserved. She always touched his head and didn't say anything, but she always stared at him and smiled foolishly.

Time flies, and although Song Xiao never forgets it, there is still too much knowledge from elementary school to junior high school, so he can only learn it in a rough way. On the day when high school starts, there is still no knowledge from junior high school. Ding Hui said that she does not learn the knowledge from junior high school, and when she goes to high school, she also listens to books and insists that he finish learning the third year of junior high school.

In this way, it took another week before Song Zicheng took Song Xiao to the school to register.

The school entrance examination has ended long ago and we have been assigned a good class. Fortunately, such schools are more tolerant of the rich second generation who pay for school, so they let Song Xiao take the exam alone.

Song Xiao’s grades were not good in the past, so the teacher in charge of the class took the test paper that was so bad, and didn’t think there was anything wrong with it. He took a form and asked him: “Do you have any specialties?”

"The piano, chess, calligraphy and painting are all pretty good, and they are best at flutes." Song Xiao replied seriously.

The teacher of the class looked at him. The child was really not humble. Looking at the Xinghai Entertainment CEO behind Song Xiao, he wrote "acting direction" on the form and assigned him to the first class of specialties. He had a father in the entertainment industry who could not learn well and could go to an art school.

The so-called specialty class is not a top student class with top students, but a place where students with skill can add points or recruit special recruits gather. To put it bluntly, it is the class that the second-generation rich students of poor students attend.

The head teacher is a female teacher in her forties and looks very experienced: "I am your head teacher, Mr. Jia. Let the parents help you clean up the dormitory. You and I will go to class first. It has been delayed for a week and you can't leave it anymore."

Teacher Jia pulled Song Xiao away without saying a word, leaving Song Zicheng and Si Dashu in a daze with big bags in their arms. The principal who accompanied him smiled proudly and said, "I dug up this class teacher from No. 1 Middle School in the city. I'm so responsible. Don't worry if I leave the child to her."

Si Dashu looked at the teacher's back as he walked away and twitched his lips, saying, "This teacher doesn't look like a teacher from an aristocratic school at all, but he is comparable to his high school class teacher."

Song Xiao carried his schoolbag and a stack of newly-collectioned textbooks, and followed the class teacher to the classroom. This was a self-study class and there was no teacher.

Teacher Jia stood on the podium and knocked on the table with a blackboard eraser: "Everyone raised their heads. This is Song Xiao, a new classmate in our class. Welcome everyone."

"Guji Guji" sparse applause sounded, and Teacher Jia asked Song Xiao to introduce himself.

"Hello everyone, my name is Song Xiao. I'm meeting for the first time. I'll ask you classmates to give me some advice in the future." Shengmeng Middle School has a unified school uniform, which is an improved version of the suit. A white short-sleeved shirt worn on Song Xiao made him look like a dress.

The class was quiet for a few seconds.

"Tsk, where did the nerd come from? I'm still classmates..." The boy in the first row curled his lips disdainfully.

"So handsome!" A girl couldn't help but say something, and the class suddenly buzzed, instantly covering the boy's voice.

"What the hell, what's the handsome guy, do you think he is with the squad leader?"

"They are different types, this one is obviously the second-class gentle male model, oh..."

"Quiet!" Teacher Jia shouted in a piss, and the class suddenly became quiet, "There are still a few free seats, you can choose one by yourself. This class is about to end. You don't hurry up and write your homework, are you all very idle, right?"

Song Xiao looked around and saw that because it was a noble school, there were not many people in each class, only about 30 people, and every two tables were together. There were three seats left in the classroom, all with their deskmates. One was a boy with thick eyes, but his head was oily, and he looked like he hadn't washed for several days at first sight; the other was a girl with eyes full of light, staring at him straight...

Song Xiao, who doesn't wash his hair, can't stand it. It's not appropriate for men and women to teach and kiss girls, so he can only turn his eyes to the last position.

He was a tall boy who looked very clean and could not see his appearance because he had been lying on the table and sleeping soundly, and could only see a handsome back of his head and a slender and fair neck.

Song Xiao walked over and sat next to him.

The person who felt someone approaching and was sleeping in the dark suddenly woke up and looked up at the person who dared to sit next to him. Song Xiao also turned to look at him. When he saw this, the two of them were stunned at the same time.
Chapter completed!