After rebirth, the real daughter just wants to win glory for the country

Song Lingyan couldn't help but buy a complete set of whitening and freckle-removing skin care cream at the Ou Shiman counter of a domestic brand, and also bought herself a moisturizing and hydrating series.

After paying at the cashier, Wang Huiping looked at the settlement receipt worth thousands of yuan and punched her heart in pain.

Cosmetics worth more than 1000 yuan, you have to be so extravagant to dare to put them on your face.

A year ago, she wouldn't have dared to think about it.

"Mom, there's a gold jewelry store out front, let's go take a look."

After Song Lingyan finished buying the cosmetics, she dragged Wang Huiping into a gold shop selling gold, silver and jade.

Wang Huiping's legs were a little weak, so she asked her tentatively: "Yanyan, do you want to buy a necklace?"

Song Lingyan shook her head seriously: "I don't buy it."

Wang Huiping just breathed a sigh of relief when she heard her say again: "Buy it for you."

"Yanyan, don't buy it."

Wang Huiping trembled in shock and almost bit her tongue: "Mom can't get used to wearing the necklace. She wanders around outside all day long. If she drops it, she will be in trouble."

"The necklace is not strong and breaks easily."

Song Lingyan agreed: "How about buying a bracelet."

"The bracelet is more expensive."

Wang Huiping couldn't laugh or cry: "A gold bracelet costs tens of thousands of dollars, but my mother wouldn't dare to wear it. What if someone stares at her and robs her?"

"It's the same thing."

Song Lingyan nodded in pretending agreement: "How about buying the same one, and we won't wear it out, but just put it at home at the bottom of the box and use it as a family heirloom."

"You kid..."

Wang Huiping choked, and she didn't know what to say.

"Come Ruirui."

Song Lingyan smiled and assigned a task to her younger brother: "Which style you like, necklace or bracelet, choose one for mom."

"Okay."

Song Lingrui was bored. Hearing this, he suddenly became energetic. He lay on the counter and carefully selected.

"Kid, which one do you like? Sister, take it out for you."

When the salesperson in the gold store saw the business, he smiled very kindly.

"cut."

Song Lingrui was unhappy and muttered unhappily: "I'm 11 years old, I'm not a child."

"Kids, don't be pretentious, pick it up quickly."

Song Lingyan looked amused and patted his head.

"Isn't this what you are choosing?"

Song Lingrui immediately responded, restrained his temper, and started choosing again.

With the help of his younger brother, Song Lingyan won the tug-of-war with his adoptive mother.

When leaving the mall, the family of three was carrying no less than a dozen handbags of various sizes.

Not only did we buy necklaces and bracelets, but we also went to the outdoor discount counter and bought a complete set of sun protection clothing, travel shoes, as well as the necessary sun hat and sunglasses for summer travel.

When Song Lingrui saw that his sister had not forgotten to take him on a trip, he was like a happy pony, jumping up and down happily and wandering around her.

Before leaving the house, Wang Huiping couldn't bear it anymore and slapped him angrily to calm down the overly excited young man.

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Song Lingyan took her adoptive mother and younger brother to do some shopping in the mall and returned home satisfied.

After walking around for a while and eating up, she took a comfortable hot bath and returned to her room to rest.

She has to go to school to make up for classes tomorrow, and she has to recharge her batteries to deal with the rotten peach blossoms of the original owner, who are a group of guys who are more difficult to deal with than mathematics, physics and chemistry.

After hiding for more than two months under the guidance of training, it was finally time to face it.

~

The alarm clock was set for six in the morning, and it rang on time before it was even bright.

Song Lingyan opened her eyes, got up from the bed, rubbed her eyes and rushed to the kitchen.

The toilet is too small and can only accommodate one person standing. There is no faucet to wash your face. The whole family has to squeeze in the kitchen to wash their hands.

Wang Huiping was already up and busy in the kitchen making porridge and breakfast.

After my daughter washed up and changed into her school uniform, a bowl of porridge, a small plate of pickles and a warm pancake were already placed on the dining table. "It smells so good. The pancakes and fruits mom sells are so delicious."

Song Lingyan wet her hair with water, straightened out a few raised hairs, ran over from the kitchen, picked up the pancake fruit and took a bite.

The pancake fruit was sweet and crispy. She chewed it deliciously, then picked up the bowl and took a sip of the sticky porridge.

Sticky porridge is made from millet noodles, which is not as throaty as stick noodles and tastes very good.

She drank so happily that she downed half the bowl in just a few sips.

"Drink slowly, be careful not to burn it."

Wang Huiping watched her daughter eating breakfast with a motherly smile on her face. She picked up a pickle with chopsticks and put it in her daughter's bowl.

"It's okay, not hot."

Song Lingyan took another sip of porridge with the pickles and gave her adoptive mother a sweet smile.

"How do you get to school?"

Wang Huiping asked with a smile: "Do you want mom to take you to the station?"

"no need."

Song Lingyan has her own plan: "I will ride a Mobike, avoid traffic jams, take small roads, and it will be faster than the bus."

Wang Huiping couldn't bear it: "It takes more than an hour to ride a bike, how tiring it is."

"I'm not tired. It's just a good time to exercise."

Song Lingyan swallowed the last bite of pancake fruit, finished her porridge, carried her schoolbag and came to the door to put on her shoes, ready to go out.

"You really don't need it from mom?"

Wang Huiping sent her daughter out and asked again reluctantly.

"No, I'm leaving."

Song Lingyan opened the door and ran out of the corridor carrying her schoolbag.

"I just ate, run slowly."

Wang Huiping shouted from behind at the top of her lungs.

"understood."

Song Lingyan waved her hand with her back, and disappeared after a while.

~

In late June, the weather in Binhai was already very hot.

Song Lingyan was wearing a white school uniform short-sleeved T-shirt, blue and white sports trousers, carrying a schoolbag, a black peaked cap, and brown sunglasses, riding a bicycle through the streets in the early morning.

With the purpose of exercising, she rides very fast.

After more than two months of systematic physical training, she no longer has to worry about leg muscle strain and cramps, and can easily control the speed and rhythm of the car.

After passing through a long and narrow alley and coming to the spacious and straight road, I felt relieved.

She accelerated her riding speed to the extreme, and her legs kept turning.

Mobike has achieved the speed of mountain bikers participating in cross-country competitions.

"I'll go, who is that?"

“A Mobike is faster than a battery-powered bicycle?”

"Brother, I don't believe in evil. I can't catch up with her on a motorcycle."

The young and beautiful girls are too eye-catching, and their racing skills on Mobike are even more stimulating to the hormones of some adolescent boys.

Someone soon spotted her, deliberately drove a motorcycle with full power, and roared past her.

"Childish silly boy."

Song Lingyan rolled her eyes in her heart. The speed of the bicycle did not slow down, and even tended to accelerate faster and faster.

~

The whole journey was accelerated, and the one-hour journey was shortened to half an hour.

Song Lingyan was very satisfied with her endurance. She locked her Mobike in the alley in front of the school and looked at her phone.

Went out at 6:7 and arrived at 05:[-].

There were still 10 minutes left before morning self-study started, enough time for her to climb up to the fourth floor and walk into the classroom.