"I..." Tang Xinrou held back her temptation to swear and told herself to be elegant and lady—

Ladylike my ass!

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She gritted her teeth. "Shen Xun, how dare you f*cken insult me!"

Shen Xun raised his hand. "Big Bro, she swore."

His hand tilted sideways above his head and he pointed at Tang Xinrou.

As soon as Song Yaoyao glanced over, Tang Xinrou was frightened. "No, I didn't. Shen Xun's lying!"

"Then Shen Xun can add one more language test paper to today's homework. Your basics are not bad, but you are too careless. Do a few papers to consolidate it."

Shen Xun: "???"

He was furious, but he still maintained a smile.

Tang Xinrou turned around and raised her eyebrows smugly at Shen Xun, assuming that Song Yaoyao didn't notice.

But Song Yaoyao added, "Rourou, don't tease your classmate. You should add half a test paper too."

Shen Xun immediately grinned.

He shoved his hands in his pockets and walked past Tang Xinrou smugly. "Oh, what do you call this? Karma?"

Tang Xinrou didn't want to show any weakness. "I'm doing half a paper less than you."

Shen Xun: "Ha."

Tang Xinrou: "Ha, back at you."

...

Those with talent and those without talent were quickly separated. The surprising thing was, the majority of people had some kind of talent.

Especially the girls. After Song Yaoyao questioned them, she discovered they had learned dancing in the past.

But when she thought about it, it made sense. They all had special backgrounds, so it was normal for them to take on a variety of classes.

It didn't matter if they were any good. At least, they knew the basics.

Song Yaoyao asked one row at a time before she finally reached Shen Xun and Han Jun.

"You two...?"

"I'm just joining the crowd," Shen Xun replied.

"Me too," Han Jun smiled.

Song Yaoyao's smile was a lot sweeter than theirs. "Oh, okay. I'll give you one of the slots and you can perform a comic skit together then."

Shen Xun and Han Jun: "???"

F*ck, they had slipped up!

They had forgotten that this girl always acted differently from expectation!

...

Meanwhile, at the hospital.

A bunch of people were packed inside a room.

Zhou Manli was ecstatic as she gripped Song Rui's hand tightly. "Did you see it, hubby? Chuan's awake! I knew he was lucky and that brat wouldn't—"

"Enough!"

Song Rui frowned. "Can you stop saying things like that? Have you forgotten who's been taking care of Chuan during this time? Let me tell you, stop being superstitious from now on! Do you think you haven't caused enough trouble?"

During this time, he worked like crazy to bring Song Corp back from danger.

Finally, he managed to hold on until his son woke up again.

How disappointed would he have been if he woke up and saw that his hard work had been flushed down the drain?

"How do you feel? Are you uncomfortable anywhere? Are you dizzy? Take it easy and answer me slowly. You've been sleeping for a long time. It might take you a while to readjust."

"Brother!" Song Jingwan breathed a sigh of relief. She covered her mouth and sobbed. "You're finally awake!"

The skinny man in the hospital gown slowly turned his head. His features were handsome, but he was slightly pale because of his ill state. As he looked at Song Jingwan, there was no reaction in his gaze.

"Who are you?"

Zhou Manli's eyes darkened. "What did you say? Chuan! Look at me! I'm your mother!"

The woman rushed forward.

Song Wenchuan's gaze sharpened like a blade that could slice through everything.

"Chuan! Think about it carefully. There's no rush..." Tears began to fall from Zhou Manli's eyes.

Wei Yuanfan furrowed his brows. "Mrs. Song, the patient just woke up. Please don't shake him too much!" After speaking, he looked at the cold man who was sitting on the bed. "Do you remember your own name?" he asked.

The man narrowed his eyes and said clearly, "Song Wenchuan."