Reborn veteran, lying flat since high school

in the afternoon.

Zhang Lei was liberated again.

He jumped out of the taxi at the intersection and fled to Zhang Liang Ramen Restaurant to help out.

My heart is pounding, I'm so embarrassed.

For lunch, they ate at Jin Deli fast food restaurant, and Tang Yisheng rewarded Zhang Lei with an extra large chicken leg.

As expected, Zhang Lei didn't finish her food.

Tang Yisheng couldn't stand Zhang Lei forcing the food on him, so he swallowed the chicken leg that she had only half-eaten in a few bites.

The little girl then became shy and hesitant again.

Family, who understands the little fun of teasing your white moonlight!

That's incredibly exciting!

Young people are impulsive and reckless, while veterans are more experienced.

For example, being completely honest is not as tempting as being half-hidden.

It also adds a touch of romance.

The younger the guy, the less he understands the beauty of the process; he's only obsessed with the final sprint.

In fact, the more fully the scenery and feelings are built up during the journey, the more lingering and beautiful the ending will be.

Actually, being reborn at the high school stage is quite good.

It may seem like you can't do anything, but in reality, you can do a lot within the rules.

Tang Yisheng quite enjoyed these little pleasures.

Back home, I turned on the air conditioner, took out my phone, and called the telecommunications company.

They were planning to install a landline in the east wing of the courtyard. Tang Yisheng was the head of the household, so applying for this was easy.

The installation fee includes the telephone set fee, two rolls of telephone line, and an express fee.

Installing a telephone at home in the provincial capital is an extremely ordinary matter. I paid the fee yesterday afternoon and was notified that an installation technician would be arranged to come and install it within fifteen days.

Tang Yisheng added 150 yuan for express delivery, and immediately changed the order to be delivered today.

At noon, just as the installation technician arrived, Zhang Lei came over carrying a bag of hot and sour noodles and several steamed buns.

Although neither of them explicitly stated anything, Zhang Lei had already begun to adapt to her identity as "Boss Tang's little logistics wife".

With outsiders present, Zhang Lei felt embarrassed to stay any longer. She helped Tang Yisheng put the hot and sour noodles into his bowl and then left.

Tang Yisheng was enjoying himself so much that he almost couldn't resist telling everyone his dinner preferences.

Fortunately, I didn't say anything.

As the telephone line was being pulled into the room and fixed in the corner of the bookshelf, a young man who looked familiar arrived.

He didn't come empty-handed.

I carried a keg of Baotuquan draft beer.

The green, mottled barrel fell onto the floor by the door with a faint thud.

Tang Yisheng immediately understood.

Song Junying, my half-sister, is here again.

She was carrying a large bag of stir-fried snails in soy sauce, which people in the provincial capital call "gala youzi," a must-have snack at beer stalls in the summer.

"Isn't it a bit early today?"

Tang Yisheng turned his head and looked at the quartz clock with the high-pitched symbol on the wall.

The southwest wall, the empty space between the window and the door, was a gift from Song Junying to Tang Yisheng for decorating his new home.

Yes, it's the kind she personally selected, the kind the renovation team paid for.

It was exactly the same as Tang Yisheng's initial idea of ​​getting something for nothing.

"I've enrolled you in driving school, shouldn't we celebrate?"

"Really? That's something to celebrate! I'll go buy some more cooked food, do you want some cold dishes?"

With his driver's license issue resolved, Tang Yisheng's last worry was finally over, and he was in high spirits.

"No need, I've already ordered from Jiaodong Home-Style Restaurant, it'll be delivered in a bit."

As Song Junying spoke, she went straight into the inner room.

Tang Yisheng followed him inside.

The wiring installer in the main room glanced enviously at the door frame leading to the inner room.

A pretty and quiet young girl just brought me food.

Then another fair-skinned and pretty young girl came over to buy wine and groceries...

Who's this kid?

Oh, they can afford to spend over three thousand yuan to install a landline and even expedite it—oh, I see, the adults in their family are capable, have connections, and are competent.

Song Junying went into the inner room and sniffed the air: "Didn't you eat lunch?"

"I bought it but haven't had a chance to eat it yet. I plan to wait until the phone line is installed before I eat it."

"Have something to eat first, so you don't drink too much later."

Song Junying raised his chin and turned to look at the north wall.

There was an inexplicable sense that she was trying to avoid Tang Yisheng's gaze.

Tang Yisheng sat down at his desk and asked about driver's licenses while eating.

"You have to take the theory test the day after tomorrow. If you think you can do it, you can take the parking test next Saturday morning and the road test next Saturday afternoon. You can get your driver's license on Tuesday."

Which driving school should I enroll in?

"I've registered you, but you don't need the book. You can use the one I gave you last year."

Song Junying had already planned it out: "Take the theory test at the vehicle management office in the city center. Bring 120 yuan with you beforehand."

"Exam fee?"

"Retake fee".

Song Junying smirked: "If you don't pass, just take it again."

"Even if you fail the exam, you might not pass without reviewing the material, right?"

"I'll give you the answers for the makeup exam; you can just copy them."

Hey!

Does this mean it's an open-book exam?

Song's mother's connections are amazing.

"You eat first, I'll go get you the book."

"it is good."

Tang Yisheng didn't say much.

Since Song Junying said that, it means that the driving test books are in Song Zhiming's house in the Gongyuanqianggen Street compound.

The two knew perfectly well that the topic of their home had been avoided.

After the telephone installation was completed, Tang Yisheng saw the installer off and ran into Zhang Lei and Zhang Xu, who were just about to go home, at the door.

Presumably it was past lunchtime and the shop wasn't busy, Mr. and Mrs. Zhang sent their daughter and son back to rest.

Most parents still love their children very much.

Tang Yisheng is a special case.

"Is it all installed?"

Zhang Xu nodded blankly, jumped up the steps, and left.

Zhang Lei smiled, her eyes crinkling like crescent moons, and greeted Tang Yisheng.

When no one else is around, Zhang Lei can be quite proactive.

"Just finished. They said to let me try it before 6 o'clock, and it will definitely be open by tomorrow at the latest."

What would you like to eat tonight?

Zhang Lei asked again.

"My sister found a driving school for me to enroll in and learn to drive. I'll be coming over for dinner later."

"again……"

Zhang Lei blurted out, "Oh, so I'm not bringing you dinner?"

"Yes. I need to go to the Fourth Construction Company again tomorrow to make sure they've delivered it."

The two turned and walked into the courtyard. Tang Yisheng thought for a moment, afraid that he would end up sleeping on Song Junying's pillow again tonight, so he decided to prepare in advance.

"Ruoxi just happened to invite me to go shopping at the civil defense site."

"Enjoy your shopping, buy whatever you like, don't worry about the money..."

Tang Yisheng subconsciously reached for his money.

It was just a habit. Before that female tenant became a sensation, Tang Yisheng would always do the same thing when going out with his classmates on weekends.

These past two days have been going smoothly, leaving Tang Yisheng somewhat dazed.

It felt like returning to the most carefree time of my previous life.

When he took out the money and handed it over, he suddenly realized that Zhang Lei had froze.

Was I being too overt?

Or was Zhang Lei triggered by her sensitive nature again?

Tang Yisheng didn't want their steadily growing relationship to fall apart again.

Fortunately, Tang Yisheng was experienced and provided a smooth and natural explanation to cover up the mistake.

The outstretched hand was also ready to be pulled back.

"OK."

Zhang Lei paused for a second before responding, half-catching and half-grabbing the two dark green banknotes from the four major corporations into her hand.

"If you don't have enough money, just write it down, and I'll go with you to buy it in a couple of days."

Are you serious?

"Steamed, not boiled."

"Then I'll really go pick them out, but don't feel bad about it later."

I don't mind buying things for you, but I'll feel bad if you're unwilling to buy the good stuff.

Spending a little money is nothing.

The main reason is that I can't let my woman suffer.