His Wife Calls The Shots

On Saturday mornings, self-study classes are generally arranged, and students choose whether to participate or not. In this regard, the Affiliated High School is not like other schools, which have mandatory requirements.

However, as soon as this rule came out, basically no one did not come, because everyone was afraid that they would be overtaken by diligent classmates when they were playing.

It is an honor to climb from low to high, but to fall from high to low is a shame.

Nobody likes shame.

Even those in the chasing class who did not like to study were also driven by their parents to participate in self-study.

Although Feng Can was not from the Wind Chasing class, he received the same treatment.

Early in the morning, he was woken up by Qiao Shiwan and asked him to go to school with Tang Qianmi.

Feng Can hugged the pillow, stared at his messy hair, and his eyes were hazy, "Mom, she went today because of the chemistry competition. You see, she didn't go a few weeks ago, why did she do this to me!"

"Hurry up, Miao Miao is having breakfast."

Qiao Shiwan directly stuffed the toothbrush with toothpaste into his mouth, and then squeezed out the facial cleanser, rubbing out the foam and rubbing it on his face.

"Hey, hey, I'll come by myself."

Feng Can admits that he is cowardly, and washes up obediently.

Qiao Shiwan washed her hands and walked down with a satisfied smile.

At 7:20, Feng Can and Qian Miao each sat on the side of the back seat, one was looking at the phone in full spirits, and the other was holding a heart-shaped pillow and staring at the sky with bewildered eyes.

"I've decided to go to the classroom in a while, and sleep until after school, no one wants to wake me up," he murmured.

Qian Miao said, "Teacher Yan usually takes two glances."

Feng Can's heart was broken, and his face was helpless.

The car drove steadily towards the Affiliated High School, and the streets in the early morning were full of hurried pedestrians rushing to work.

The journey was smooth, but suddenly there was a traffic jam when there were still two streets away from the Affiliated Middle School.

The driver Lao Qin looked at the long dragon in front and couldn't help but glance at the time.

Qian Miao calmly put the phone in her backpack and unfastened her seat belt, "Uncle Qin, we can just walk over there. You can go back first."

Lao Qin was very embarrassed.

Qian Mi poked at Feng Can, who was sleepy next to him: "Get out of the car."

Feng Can, like a corpse, squinted and followed her down, grabbed her school uniform jacket, and followed her silently.

Qian Miao glanced back at him coldly, but did not pat his hand away.

The two walked into an alley in an old community, and from there, they could reach the school in about five minutes.

When Qian Miao was riding the mountain, she always followed this route.

The houses here are marked with the word "demolition", but they have not been sealed, and the original owners have not moved out.

Early in the morning, some people come out to buy breakfast, run or something.

Qian Miao naturally thought of Wei Wu.

The scene of that day is vivid in my mind.

Those middle-aged people forced Wei Wu to share the money, like greedy mosquitoes.

Just thinking about it, after turning a corner, she saw the three familiar faces.

Two women and one man stood at the door of a small three-story western-style building.

With a cigarette in his mouth, the man took a big mouthful, pinched it between his fingers, and pointed to the ground while talking to the two women next to him.

The expressions of the two women were quite indignant, one was on her waist, the other was holding her chest, staring at the door from time to time.

"Mom, wife, let me tell you, this Xiao Wu has a chemistry competition today. If she doesn't sign this agreement, we won't give her the test and see what she does."

The old woman slapped her thigh: "Yes!"