"You will know after reading the relevant books in the bookstore." An Ran turned her head and looked at Liang Qiuyi and said calmly. "Which book explains it so clearly? Tell me the title and I will buy it and take a look." She, a major in art history, had never heard of relevant information, but she knew it so profoundly just because she had read a few books. She would not believe it to death. An Ran continued to use his perfunctory method, "Oh, I don't remember the title of the book." Liang Qiuyi felt uncomfortable being blocked, and looked at An Ran with blazing eyes, "I can't call you now, can I?" "I just don't remember." An Ran repeated again, turning around and not looking at Mrs. An anymore but said to the driver sitting in front, "Uncle Zhang, please take me to school, thank you." The driver didn't answer, but looked at Mrs. An's face through the rearview mirror. Mrs. An noticed the driver's expression in the mirror and said impatiently, "Send her to school." There happened to be an intersection ahead, and the driver silently turned the car. When they were about to arrive at No. 1 Middle School, Mrs. An said, "You won't go to piano, ballet, or taekwondo classes. I'm going to refund the fees to save money."
An Ran nodded lightly and said calmly, "I understand." Tit-for-tat, she ignored Liang Qiuyi, and Liang Qiuyi immediately took action and canceled all the training classes originally given to her. Fortunately, she had already graduated and no longer needed to study those courses. The key was that she didn't have time to study either. The car stopped steadily at the gate of the No. 1 Lieutenant Colonel. Liang Qiuyi looked at An Ran with a calm expression, not noisy or making a fuss, and felt that the attack he had just thrown was like hitting a ball of cotton, and it did not achieve its goal at all. Seeing that An Ran was about to open the car door and get out of the car, Liang Qiuyi couldn't help but said, "It's the opening dance on the show. If you embarrass me, let's see what I do to you." An Ran sneered and turned around, "Mom, I don't think you pay much attention to the Zhou family's banquet." Liang Qiuyi was stunned for a moment, and then stared at her blankly without speaking. "If you take it seriously, will you cancel my dance class?" An Ran continued leisurely, "If you can't be a good teammate, don't be a bad teammate, okay?" Liang Qiuyi's face turned pale instantly, "I will hire the best teacher for you, will you come to class?" "If the teacher can come to my home for class at 5:30, I will go." "Where can I find you a dance teacher who can come to your home for lessons at 5:30?" Liang Qiuyi was almost driven crazy by An Ran. "There's nothing we can do about it." An Ran's fingers tapped on the edge of the car window, "Sports after nine o'clock in the evening will hurt your vagina, so you can't miss classes during the day. I'm only free from 5:30 to 7:00 in the morning." "The time is from afternoon to evening self-study." Liang Qiuyi saw An Ran coming seriously, "This time is fine, I will help you find a teacher." "I have to review and do my homework in the afternoon." "I'm going to call your head teacher now and ask for half a month's sick leave for you." Seeing that An Ran wouldn't give in at all, Mrs. An was very angry. She didn't believe it anymore, she couldn't cure her. "Okay, let's do it in the afternoon." Seeing that An Ran had listened, Liang Qiuyi's expression softened slightly, "Come and stay at home during this time." "Okay." Counting the time, Anya would be back soon, and it was just the right time for her to go home. Seeing An Ran agreeing to go home so readily, Liang Qiuyi was a little uncomfortable for a while, "Teacher is here, have a good class, practice dance, and piano, let's make up for it together. During this time, listen to my arrangements and don't mess around."
What answered her was the sound of An Ran closing the car door crisply. 1314(End of this chapter)