Everyone's been reborn, so who would bother finding a wife on their own?

Chapter 67 The Day of the Middle School Entrance Exam

The living room lights were on, and the TV was showing the weather forecast, indicating that tomorrow would be cloudy turning sunny, a good day for exams.

Zhang Xuejuan sat on the sofa, holding a remote control, switching channels back and forth, each channel lasting no more than three seconds.

Song Wentao leaned against the side reading the newspaper, holding it high, but didn't turn a single page for a long time.

Song Huan sat in the middle, holding a glass of water, watching the images on the TV screen jump around, her eyes dazzled.

"Alright, Mom, don't change it anymore," he said.

Zhang Xuejuan put the remote control down, then picked it up again, then put it down again.

"Have you packed everything for your exam tomorrow? Where are your pens? Your eraser? Your admission ticket?"

"All packed up."

"Where's the pencil? It's a 2B, don't take the wrong one."

"Here you go."

"Don't drink too much water, or you'll have to go to the bathroom a lot during tomorrow's exam."

"understood."

Zhang Xuejuan nodded and remained silent for about five seconds.

"What are you having for breakfast tomorrow? Shall I cook you porridge? Or a bowl of noodles?"

"Anything is fine."

"Then let's make porridge, something light. Noodles are fine too, they're filling. What do you really want to eat?"

Song Huan looked at her, not knowing whether to laugh or cry.

"Mom, really, anything is fine."

Before Zhang Xuejuan could say anything more, Song Wentao put the newspaper down.

"Alright, alright, stop nagging." He rubbed his temples. "The kid has an exam tomorrow, let him go to bed early."

Zhang Xuejuan glared at him. "What did I nag about? I was just showing concern!"

"You're making him so worried he can hardly breathe." Song Wentao stood up, patted Song Huan on the shoulder, and said, "Go to sleep, don't think too much. Whatever your exam results are, don't worry about it. Your parents won't put pressure on you."

Zhang Xuejuan added from the side, "Yes, don't put too much pressure on yourself. It would be best to get into No. 1 High School, but it's okay if you don't get into No. 2 High School. Anyway, your Uncle Xiao said that No. 2 High School is not bad either."

Song Huan was taken aback. "Uncle Xiao?"

"Ah," Zhang Xuejuan waved her hand, "We chatted for a bit when we met last time. He said my Huanhuan has good grades and will definitely get into No. 1 Middle School. I said his Xiaoyunduo is also good. He said then let's both go to No. 1 Middle School, wouldn't that be great? I said what if neither of us gets in? He said No. 2 Middle School is also good, he knows the principal of No. 2 Middle School."

Song Huan's lips twitched as she listened.

Xiao Haifeng even paved the road for No. 2 Middle School?

"Alright, alright," Song Wentao pushed Zhang Xuejuan towards the room, "Let him sleep, don't make trouble here."

Zhang Xuejuan was pushed a couple of steps, then turned back and said, "Huanhuan, remember to set the alarm clock."

"It's adjusted."

"Turn on a few more, just in case you can't hear it."

"Three were adjusted."

Relieved, Zhang Xuejuan went into the room. As the door closed, her voice could still be heard from inside, "Wentao, you should take him tomorrow morning. I'm worried about traffic..."

Song Wentao's voice was muffled, "I know, I know, go to sleep."

The living room quieted down.

Song Huan finished drinking the water in her cup, stood up, and was about to turn off the light.

"Ring ring..."

The landline rang.

The sound exploded in the quiet living room, crisp and clear.

Zhang Xuejuan's voice came from the room, "Huanhuan, answer the phone!"

Song Huan paused for a moment, then walked over and took the phone.

He was the only one left in the living room; Song Wentao had also gone back to his room.

The light was still on, but Zhang Xuejuan had turned off the TV when she left, leaving the screen dark and reflecting only his own image.

He held the microphone to his ear, and heard soft, slightly rapid breathing coming from the other end.

"Feed?"

"Are you asleep? Did I disturb you?" Xiao Yunqing's voice came through the microphone, a little distorted, but the tone was unmistakably hers.

"No, I'm not asleep yet."

"That's good..." She breathed a sigh of relief. "I was worried that I might wake you up if you fell asleep."

"What's wrong?"

There was a few seconds of silence on the other end.

"I just... have some trouble sleeping."

Song Huan leaned against the wall, the microphone pressed against her ear, and could hear her breathing.

"nervous?"

"Hmm." Her voice was muffled. "Are you nervous?"

"It's alright."

"How can you not be nervous?" Her voice suddenly rose a half-octave. "The high school entrance exam is tomorrow, how can you not be nervous?"

Song Huan laughed. "What's the use of being nervous?"

There was silence on the other end again.

A few seconds later, Xiao Yunqing's voice came through, much softer, as if she was afraid of being overheard.

"What if I can't do the last big math problem tomorrow?"

"No, you always manage to solve the last question on your practice tests, don't you?"

"That was a mock exam. What if the actual high school entrance exam is even harder?"

"It won't be difficult just for you. If you can't do it, no one else can either."

"Too."

She paused for a moment.

"What if I go off-topic in my essay?"

"When have you ever gone off-topic in your Chinese exam? Your teacher even read your essay aloud as a model essay during the last monthly exam."

"That was last time. What if I make a stupid mistake this time?"

"When do you ever stop having a brain fart?"

"Song Huan!" she cried out in alarm, "Can't you be serious for once?!"

Song Huan stopped laughing and softened her tone.

"Little cloud, listen to me."

There was silence on the other end.

"Your grades have always been better than mine. In the first and second years of junior high, you were ahead of me in all exams except for the final exams. It was only in the last few mock exams in the third year that I surpassed you, but that's because you spent too much time practicing physics and relaxed a bit on Chinese and English."

He paused for a moment, then said, "Your foundation is there, you can't escape it. Just play normally tomorrow, and you'll definitely be in No. 1 High School."

There was no response from the other end.

But Song Huan heard her breathing, which was more steady than before.

After a long while, she finally spoke, her voice soft.

"When did you become so eloquent?"

Song Huan thought for a moment, "Maybe I learned it from you. Don't you always tell me I'm handsome?"

"When did I ever tell you you were handsome?" Her voice rose again. "You shameless thing! I was saying you... saying you..."

"What did you say about me?"

"Hey, what's it to you who I am!"

They both laughed.

Laughter echoed through the telephone line, slightly delayed, one after the other.

After laughing, Xiao Yunqing's voice suddenly became softer.

"Song Huan".

"Um?"

"Thank you."

Song Huan was taken aback. "What are you thanking me for?"

"Well... thank you." She paused, "Thank you for being by my side all these years. From kindergarten until now, you've always been here."

Song Huan opened her mouth, as if to say something.

"Pop".

A crisp sound came from the microphone.

It was very light and short, like a bubble bursting on the surface of water.

Song Huan was stunned.

"I...I'm going to sleep!" Xiao Yunqing's voice burst from the receiver, urgent and flustered. "You have an exam tomorrow! You should go to sleep early too! Goodnight!"

"Beep—beep—beep—!"

The phone hangs up.

Song Huan held the microphone and stood there stunned for several seconds.

Then he slowly put the microphone back and stood in the living room, the lights were on, and the clock on the wall pointed to 9:40.

He touched his ear; it was a little hot.

Laughed.

Was he being teased by this little girl?