"Well" Yu Yuanyuan thought, whichever school that person is in, she wants to go to that school.
"That's fine." Mu Sheng patted her on the head, "You are still young. Going out to learn something will be helpful in the future."
It can also divert attention
The words came to his lips but were still not spoken. Mu Sheng thought it was better to forget it. He also needed to have a detailed discussion with Xia Zihao.
But when he thought of that ancestor, his head hurt again
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"Yuanyuan, are you sure you don't want your mother to accompany you?"
"No need" Yu Yuanyuan shook her head
Early this morning, Yu's mother came over excitedly and told her that the master had agreed to let her go to school, but she and Xia Zihao would go to that school together.
But Yu's mother still declined politely. She knew that her daughter definitely didn't want to go to that school.
It's just... if it's far away, it's not easy to explain to the young master.
So, she found out that there was a school near that school, but that school was not famous.
Mother Yu helped Yu Yuanyuan straighten the sleeves of her clothes, looking a little guilty.
"Yuanyuan, I'm sorry, mom's current ability can only allow you to attend this kind of school..."
He was interrupted before he finished speaking.
"It's okay, I understand."
Mother Yu smiled and stopped talking. This daughter has been well-behaved and sensible since she was a child, but there is a trace of vicissitudes in her eyes, which is not what a girl of this age should have.
I'm sorry for her
"Okay, I'll go to school first. Bye." Yu Yuanyuan picked up the new schoolbag prepared by her mother and walked out of the door.
Yu’s mother warned from behind, “Come back early.”
Yu Yuanyuan got on the bus with ease. It was a bit early to go out today. There were not many people on the bus yet, and the seats were empty everywhere.
She put in the coin, stood still and took a look, her heart skipped a beat.
She stared at a place without blinking, as if it was her hallucination
In the last row of seats in the car, by the window in the corner, a man was leaning on the back of the chair, his head hanging sideways, his eyes drowsy, and the hair on his forehead kept jumping in the wind.