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Emperor Stop Bothering Me, Chapter 5: Table sharing

Emperor Stop Bothering Me《皇上别闹》Huang Shang Bie Nao

Emperor Stop Bothering Me, Chapter 5: Table sharing

At the beginning, Qiu Ming Yan didn't understand the meaning of Song Xiao words. It took five seconds for her to react. She was so angry that her hands and feet were shaking.


"Song Xiao, what do you mean by saying that! Are you calling my mother a maid?” Song Zheng, sitting by, screamed at once.

Song Zi Cheng couldn't let this hang on his face. At the same time, he thought that his son's bossy appearance was funny. At the same time, he thought that this was too much, so he shouted: "Xiao-Xiao, how can you speak like that! Ming Yan, don't worry about the child. He's still lost his memory. Just sit down and eat.”

"Xiao-Xiao, I know you don't like aunt, but you are 15 or 16 years old, so you can't...” Qiu Ming Yan sat down and took two breaths. She couldn't help saying something, and then she began to cry.

Seeing that she sat down crying, Song Xiao frowned even tighter, turned to Song Zi Cheng and said, "Father, how can I sit with the concubine...”

"Song Xiao!” Song Zi Cheng immediately stopped his son from talking. Seeing his son tightening his lips in a pout, he regretted that his voice was too loud. Song Xiao never even said a few words to him in the past year. It's going to be hard for him to talk then if he scared him back. “Cough, no more concubines talk. I will tell Little Si buy you some normal books tomorrow.”

Qiu Ming Yan was interrupted by Song Zi Cheng, and couldn't cry anymore. After all, she didn't go through the door by marriage, and she didn't have the confidence to make trouble at the dinner table. She could only bite her teeth secretly, and planned to cry with Song Zi Cheng after eating, and then mentioned the marriage issue.

There are no rules at home. Since the owner doesn't care, Song Xiao will not take pay attention to it anymore and take up his spoon to eat. He was born in a scholar's family, and he was an official in the third grade. Later, he became a royal family. Naturally, he raised a noble spirit. His eating moves were elegant, graceful and pleasing to the eyes.

One side of the mother and daughter, watching Song Xiao eat phase, got even angrier.

After supper, Song Xiao followed Song Zi Cheng to the study.

"Son, do you remember the knowledge you learned in junior high school?” Song Zi Cheng was finding out the textbook for the junior high school and handing it to Song Xiao." the school starts in a month. If you forget the basic knowledge, what can you do at the opening exam?”

Song Xiao took over a ninth grade chemistry book, opened it and looked at it, "Chemical equation balancing... Periodic table of elements...” I know the words, but I can't understand them together.

"Shengmeng High School has an opening examination, which would make students divided into classes according to the results." Song Zi Cheng saw his face in a daze, and knew that he could not understand the textbook.” Tomorrow, I will ask the Secretary to find a tutor for you and make up the lessons. I'll tell the principal that we'll go to school later.”

Tutor? It's for a private school. Song Xiao understood his father's meaning and nodded at once. The knowledge has increased more than a thousand times since the millennium passed. Now he needs such a gentleman to teach him from scratch.




"Thank you, father.” Song Xiao looked at his smiling father, who was in a trance. His father in the past never cared about him so much. He just came to the school regularly, but because he never forgot the things he learned, he can recite any book even after a long time, his father felt that he was just clever so he didn't care.

"Silly boy," Song Zi Cheng tried to raise his hand, rubbed Song Xiao's head, in exchange for the other party's surprised stare, the short hairy hair is very easy to touch, see that the son did not dodge, he can't help but touch the son head again, "Call me dad, if you always call me father I will feel old.”

"Dad...”

"Ah, my dear son...”

Standing outside with a bowl of night snack, Qiu Ming Yan heard the laughter from the father and son in the room, she was biting her lips with hatred.

The next day, Si Da Shu found a tutor, a graduate student from the best key university in City A, a girl in her twenties, named Ding Hui, who earned her university tuition by tutoring in summer break.

When she came in, she found that this was a rich family. She was a little nervous. The second generation of young masters from rich families were not good student. She taught one the other day. He had yellow haired and looked scornful. He didn't learn anything even after a few days of tutoring.

Song Xiao came down from the upstairs. When he heard that the tutor wanted to see him, he asked Auntie Chen to pick out a slightly formal dress, white shirt and black trousers, as well as a small bow tie.

"Xiao-Xiao, this is teacher Ding, a student studying masters from a university," Si Da Shu said with a smile to Song Xiao as they were walking down the stairs.” Teacher Ding, this is Song Xiao, he just graduated from junior third grade.”

Ding Hui looked up and saw the boy slowly walking down the spinning stairs. For a moment, she was stunned. The posture is straight, the pace is calm, the delicate chin is slightly raised, but it is not arrogant at all, but with a natural noble spirit. For a moment, she felt like she saw the real prince.

Song Xiao knows that modern women can enroll in the school the same way as men. She admired the women who can get a master's degree. When she comes to Ding Hui, she nods, "Hello teacher.”

"Hello, little prince.” Ding Hui immediately smiled. Such a handsome and polite young man is really popular. If she can see this face every day, the job will be worth it. It doesn't matter if it pays less.

"Some time ago, something happened to Xiao-Xiao. She can't remember everything before. I have to ask Miss Ding to start from scratch.” Si Da Shu saw the two people go to Song Xiao room and confidently explained the issue.

"Don't worry.” Ding Hui waved her hand frowning. An hour later, she finally understood what it meant to “start from scratch."

"Do you know the equation of one y and X? Well, do you know what an equation is?” Ding Hui looked at the young man with a dazed face and pulled his hair. This is like someone who needs to be taught from primary school!

Ding Hui went to Song Xiao's bookcase turned out all the textbooks from primary school to the third day of junior high school and taught them from the beginning.




“Wow, you are learning fast. Do you remember everything?” Ding Hui is very curious about this kind of amnesia which only appears in TV series. She always tries to study something akin to it.

Song Xiao looked up at her from the book and continued to ignore her. This female teacher teaches well, but she is not reserved about her manners. She always touches his head and doesn't say anything. She always stares at him and giggles.

Time flies by. Although Song Xiao never forgets the things he learns, there are still too many knowledge from primary school to junior high school for him to learn, so he should only learn it but not as a whole. On the day when he has to start senior high school begin, he still has no knowledge of junior high school. Ding Hui said that he didn't learn the knowledge of junior high school. He went to senior high school to listen to her and insisted that he finish his junior high school.

In this way, it took another week for Song Zi Cheng to report to school with Song Xiao.

The opening examination is long over, and the classes are well divided. Fortunately, this kind of school is more tolerant to the rich second generation who pay more for schooling, so that Song Xiao can take an examination alone.

The score of Song Xiao exams before was not good, so the teacher in charge of the division took this paper which was poorly tested, and he didn't think it was inappropriate. He took a form to ask him: "do you have any special skills?”

"Guqin, chess, calligraphy and painting are all OK. I’m good at these.” Song Xiao replied earnestly.

The teacher who was assigning different classes looked at him. The boy was not modest. Looking at the Xinghai Entertainment boss behind Song Xiao, he wrote a "performance direction" on the form and assigned him to the first class of the special class. There is a father in the entertainment circle. If he can't learn well, he can go to an art school.

The so-called super class is not a special class with top students, but a place where students with one skill can get points or special recruitment. To put it bluntly, that is to say, the class of the second generation sons from rich families.

The head teacher is a 40 year old female teacher, who looked very experienced: "I'm your head teacher, Teacher Jia. Let your parents’ help you clean up your dormitory. You and I will go to class first, which has been delayed for a week, and you can't delay it anymore.”

Teacher Jia left Song Xiao without saying a word, leaving Song Zi Cheng and Si Da Shu standing in the same place with big bags and small bags. The headmaster who accompanied me smiled proudly and said, "I dug this head teacher from the first middle school of the city, but I'm responsible. I'll rest assured after the child is handed over to her.”

Si Da Shu looked at the back of teacher who was going away and sneered his lips. He thought that this teacher is not like a teacher in a noble school at all, but as someone who has gone to fight with his high school head teacher.

Song Xiao, carrying a bag and a stack of new textbooks, followed the head teacher to the classroom. This is a self-study class, no teacher.

Teacher Jia stood on the platform and knocked on the table with the blackboard eraser: "Look up, this is our new classmate Song Xiao, welcome.”

"Quack, quack, quack," A rare applause, Teacher Jia asked Song Xiao to introduce himself.

"Hello, everyone. My name is Song Xiao. I'm happy to meet you for the first time. I'd like you to give me more advice later.” Shengmeng middle school has a unified uniform, which is an improved version of a suit. The white short-sleeve shirt on Song Xiao makes him looks like the one with a rhythm of a tuxedo.

The class was quiet for a few seconds.

"Cut, where's the nerd from? He's still a classmate...” The boys in the first row scoffed.

"How handsome!” A girl couldn't help but say something. The buzzing in the class covered the boy's voice in an instant.

"My God, who are you saying that he is handsome as class leader?”

"They are of different types. This is obviously a gentle male number 2. We are talking...”

"Quiet!” Teacher Jia shouted in the middle of the breath. The class suddenly fell silent.” There are still a few open space. You can pick one seat for yourself. This class is almost over. You don't have time to do your homework, are you that free?”

Song Xiao looked at them. Because it's a noble school, there are not many people in each class. There are only 30 people in each class. Each two tables is for two students together. There are three seats left in the classroom, all of which have the single’s table. One is a boy with thick eyes, but his head is oily. You can guess that he hasn't washed it for several days at a glance. The other is a girl with doe eyes full eye shining, staring at him directly...

Song Xiao glanced at the same table and he can't bear seat near someone who hasn’t wash his hair. It's not suitable for men and women to seat together, or to sit with young girls. He can only move his eyes to the last position.

It was a tall boy who looked very clean. He couldn't see his face, because the boy had been lying on the table sleeping soundly. He could only see a handsome back head spooned and a long white neck.

Song Xiao walked over and sat next to him.

Feeling someone near, sleepy person suddenly woke up, look up to the person who dare to sit next to him. Song Xiao also turned to look at him. At the same time, they were stunned.

Song Xiao looked at the young man in front of his eyes, and almost burst into tears. The eyes of the sword brow and the thin lips are just Jingyuan Di's beautiful face!

The author has something to say: small theater:

Yu Tang: do you know what a desk mate does?




Xiao-Xiao: what do you wanna do?

Yu Tang: share the table, share the bed, the sharing of the same table means you and I have to share the same bed.

Teacher Jia: #


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