After wearing a paranoid bamboo horse of abusive male protagonists

Chapter 13

What's wrong with me having a different last name than my brother?

"Chenchen, Chenchen, wake up, we're going to be late..." Song Qingshi gently pushed Lu Yanchen's shoulder with his hands, and called out in a low voice.

The eyelids of the person under the quilt moved, but he still didn't open his eyes. He turned over, turned his back to him, and at the same time pulled the quilt up, and buried himself in the quilt.

Song Qingshi: "..."

My brother can sleep too well.

Just as he was about to lift a corner of the quilt, the door of the room opened. Lu Chenglin stood at the door holding the doorknob. He glanced at Song Qingshi, then at the bulge on the bed, and said, "Chenchen hasn't gotten up yet?"

Song Qingshi stood by the bed, shook his head slightly, with a helpless expression on his face.

Lu Chenglin strode in, and he lifted the entire quilt, revealing Lu Yanchen who was sleeping unconscious underneath.

"Chenchen, you're going to be late, why don't you get up?"

He sat down on the bed with his buttocks, and put the hand that was bigger than Song Qingshi's face on Lu Yanchen's waist, and then began to move his fingers to scratch his armpit, making a "creak creak" sound calling for a chick while scratching.

Lu Yanchen was afraid of tickles, and after being scratched by him like this, his whole body began to roll like a cramp, while rolling and laughing, he asked Song Qingshi for help: "Brother, save me..."

Song Qingshi ignored his pleading for help, he went to the side, took out his school uniform, and put it on the bed.

Lu Chenglin took the school uniform, made a gesture to take off his pajamas, and said, "Come on, Dad will help you change."

Lu Yanchen grabbed his pajamas and struggled vigorously. He didn't want others to change his clothes for him. He broke away from Lu Chenglin's hand and said, "No need, I'll do it myself, you go out."

Lu Chenglin stood up and looked at him with helpless eyes: "Why, you still know how to be shy."

Lu Yanchen pinched his clothes and said, "Anyway, you go out."

Lu Chenglin had no choice but to walk out and said to Song Qingshi: "Next time you tell him that he won't get up, you can tickle him, he is ticklish."

Song Qingshi nodded seriously.

This has been my routine every morning since school started.

Lu Yanchen couldn't sleep in anymore.

Every morning at seven o'clock, he had to be woken up by Song Qingshi, Liu Mei, and Lu Chenglin, and then put on his clothes sleepily, and left the house on time at 07:30, taking Lu Chenglin's car to school.

Ming, Ming, Song and Qing Dynasties were still very anxious before school started, tossing and turning every night, unable to sleep, worried about getting along with classmates, but after school started, they were more active than anyone else.

The two carried the new schoolbags that Lu Chenglin bought for them, and came to their classroom together.

Lu Yanchen and Song Qingshi are in the same class and are still at the same table.The head teacher may have arranged this for the sake of them being a family.

Lu Yanchen was very perfunctory about going to school.

Thinking that he almost finished his 16 years of education in his last life, he didn't expect that he would have to start all over again once he traveled through time, which is really sad.

Thinking that he will go to school for more than ten years, his whole body is not good.

Two lifetimes added up, 30 years of learning...

Ha ha.

So when the class bell rang, he started to lose his mind.

Song Qingshi, who was at the same table with him, had a completely different mental outlook. As soon as he entered the classroom, he sat down obediently and arranged the textbooks, pencil case, and homework in his schoolbag one by one.

In class, he straightened his back, put his hands neatly on the desk, stared at the teacher's spitting face with his black eyes, and looked like a good student.

And Lu Yanchen - he was sharpening a pencil...

It's a new hobby he's picked up recently.

At first, I felt that it was too dangerous for a child as young as Song Qingshi to sharpen pencils with a knife. What if he cut his hand.

So every time I saw Song Qingshi's pen refill was running out or accidentally broke, he always took his pen actively and sharpened it for him.

However, he felt that this project was too decompressive, so he became a hobby.

He spread a piece of draft paper on the table, and peeled off the wooden strips around the pen core bit by bit. Pieces of sawdust fell on the snow-white paper, like dead leaves one after another.

Lu Yanchen cut the wooden strip around the pen core into a petal-like shape before he was satisfied, and then he used a knife to scrape the exposed pen core thinner bit by bit. The black pen core was scraped into fine powder by him, as if Grains of black sand.

Lu Yanchen touched the tip of the refill with his finger, it was very good, not too thick, not too thin, easy to write and not easy to break, it was perfect.

Just when Lu Yanchen was complacent about his perfect work, a piece of chalk flew towards him, hit him on the head, then bounced out and landed on the ground.

There was a sudden silence in the class, and the whole class looked at him in unison.

Song Qingshi's face turned red slowly, he lowered his head, scratching his heart with anxiety, his brother will not be punished, right?

The math teacher stared at Lu Yanchen sullenly. He had been paying attention to him from the very beginning, wanting to see when he would start attending classes.

I didn't expect him to sharpen the pencil directly after he was in a daze. It's really too much to ignore him as a teacher.

He wanted to show him some color, so he called him up: "Lu Yanchen."

Lu Yanchen blinked twice, and stood up obediently: "Here."

They had just learned the addition and subtraction of single digits in the first grade. The math teacher deliberately made things difficult for him, so he asked, "What is fifteen plus forty minus twenty?"

Lu Yanchen replied without thinking: "35."

It didn't bother him, the math teacher's face was a bit ugly, but he couldn't say anything after he answered, so he had to say with a stinky face: "Sit down! You are not allowed to desert in the future."

The students around all looked at him with eyes looking up to the boss. Lu Yanchen is amazing. They just learned to add and subtract numbers within ten fingers. He can answer such complicated questions and answer them so quickly, he is simply a genius!

Lu Yanchen didn't notice it, and sat down calmly. It wasn't a complicated question just now, and a five-year-old child could answer it.

When get out of class was over, Song Qingshi poked the back of his hand with the eraser end of a pencil, and he leaned closer to him and whispered, "Chenchen, you have to concentrate in class, or the teacher will criticize you again."

Seriously remind him that Song Qingshi still looks like an older brother.

At this time, Martin, their classmate at the front desk, also turned around and said to Lu Yanchen, "Lu Yanchen, you are so brave, you dare to desert the math teacher's class, I dare not."

Lu Yanchen sighed, and said somewhat depressedly: "Then I will restrain myself a bit later."

Alas, they don't understand his sadness. It is too difficult to change from a college student to a primary school student, and he is not allowed to go on errands...

Martin is a little boy with dark skin, cramped facial features, and as thin as a monkey, but he is quite straightforward, and he is also the first friend they make.

I still remember that on the first day of school, when Martin heard Lu Yanchen calling Song Qingshi's brother, he asked innocently, "Are you brothers?"

At that time, Song Qingshi looked at Lu Yanchen very embarrassedly. This question was very embarrassing and difficult to answer.

If he said no, the students in the class would definitely be interested in his life experience, and would wonder why he, an outsider's child, lived in Chenchen's house, and maybe they would have strange eyes on him like his former classmates.

But if he said yes, wouldn't he be lying, after all, he is not Chenchen's real brother...

He looked at Lu Yanchen with fear at that time, afraid that he would give a negative answer, but he himself didn't know how to answer this question. He only hoped that Lu Yanchen could fool this question. The homework was scratched and wrinkled, and fine sweat oozes from his forehead.

Lu Yanchen gave him a comforting look, and said to Martin, "Why do you ask that?"

Martin expressed his doubts naturally: "Because one of you is surnamed Lu and the other is surnamed Song? If you are brothers, why are your surnames different?"

In the end, Lu Yanchen asked him back: "Are your father and your mother a family?"

Martin said inexplicably, "Of course."

Lu Yanchen continued to ask: "Then what's your father's name, and what's your mother's name?"

Martin answered honestly: "My father's surname is Ma, and my mother's surname is Ding."

Lu Yanchen said: "That's it. You see, your father and your mother are a family and have different surnames. So what's the problem with my brother and I having different surnames?"

"This... this..." After all, Martin was still a child of a few years old. Although he felt that something was wrong, he felt that what Lu Yanchen said was very reasonable, and he didn't know how to refute it, so the question was left alone. .

Song Qingshi couldn't help but heaved a sigh of relief, and at the same time, there seemed to be a warm current in his heart, so warm, he couldn't help smiling at Lu Yanchen.