Fairytale Shelf Life [MTL]

Ch 15

Chapter 15

Song Zhi was stunned.

One second she was still in the bliss of infatuation, but the next second she was bombarded by the shells of reality. She was so caught off guard that she froze there.

English education in China is unified in American accent, textbooks and tapes are in American accent, teachers and classmates speak American accent, and even those highly recommended English learning dramas are basically American dramas.

Song Zhi traveled to so many cities, from north to south, from east to west, without exception.

Therefore, when she was "exchanging information", she never thought that there would be fatal flaws in details such as "different English accents"...

Why did she switch to American accent? Because I am not your daughter Zhou Yichan at all.

Song Zhi looked at Zhou Yan with sharp eyes, as if he was nailed to the chair.

In fact, she was terribly flustered, and her ears were filled with the thunderous sound of her heart accelerating, but she forced herself to keep looking at the man all the time.

She didn't want to show any guilt, or in other words, she didn't want the truth to be revealed today or at this moment.

Xu was silent for too long, Zhou Yan was afraid that his sensitive daughter would think too much, and added: "I don't mean to question, Dad is just a little curious about what made you change, and wants to know more about you.

" Replaced?

That's right, Song Zhi thought about it, and it was clearly the same face, and normal people would not immediately associate it in the direction of "changing people".

It's just her guilty conscience at work!

Thinking of this, Song Zhi became calm again. She no longer worried about how many loopholes Zhou Yan saw, but tried hard to think about how to fill this big hole.

After a while, she responded to Zhou Yan freely and said: "If that's the case, I can tell Dad. There are two reasons for the sudden change to American accent." "Huh?"

Zhou Yan looked like he wanted to hear more about it.

Song Zhi said nonsense without changing his face: "The main reason is the college entrance examination. Dad should also know that the mainstream in China is to speak American accent. The teacher told me that if I speak English in the college entrance examination, I may suffer a disadvantage, so I entered In the third year of high school, I started to change the American accent."

After a pause, she concluded: "Come to London just after the college entrance examination. I'm still in the inertia of Meiyin.

"

After a while, he looked at Song Zhi again, and the first thing he said was an apology.

He said: "Xiaochan, I'm sorry. I just stared at the results of scores and rankings, and ignored your struggles in the process. This is my father's negligence. I apologize to you.

" The lie actually caused Zhou Yan to reflect on himself and was speechless for a while.

In the end, she could only comfort him in turn: "It's okay, there is no one in the world who can perceive everything about others. We are just ordinary people, and it's normal to be negligent." "Yes, we are just ordinary people

. As

if touched, Zhou Yan smiled and asked again, "What's the other reason?"

Song Zhi said boldly, "It's because I don't want to be the Zhou Yichan from before. If I want to change, I have to change everything."

She said so , In fact, it's just in case I have exposed other flaws that I don't know, and increase the fault tolerance rate after that.

Unexpectedly, it stabbed Zhou Yan's heart.

He had only heard his daughter say "I'm going to travel far sooner or later" and was worried that she would leave suddenly, so he raised questions and dug deeper step by step. Unexpectedly, my daughter actually said, I don't want to be the old Zhou Yichan anymore.

It seems that there is a plan and it is being implemented.

Zhou Yan was silent for a long time, and finally said: "Xiao Chan, Dad understands that you want to completely break up and change your mood after you become an adult, but can you promise me one thing?" "What is it?"

Song Zhi asked.

Zhou Yan said very seriously, or in other words exhorted: "Don't go to extremes, don't play disappearing, and talk to your father when you encounter problems that you can't solve."

Song Zhi was stunned.

She just came to think of it, maybe Zhou Yan's persuasion just now was just for the exhortation at this moment.

The man was so keen and thoughtful: he noticed her abnormality, guessed that she would leave in the end, then guided her to explain the reasons for the change step by step, and finally told her gently to promise not to leave impulsively.

This reminded Song Zhi of what she said when she met Zhou Yichan for the first time, "My dad obviously doesn't know anything, but he keeps asking you about everything, it's too suffocating.

" Thoughts, but still step by step, want to "kidnap" her to stay.

If Zhou Yichan was here in person, he might feel suffocated again, but Song Zhi felt a pang in his heart.

Because, when she was away from home, no one cared at all.

Duckweed, who is wandering and helpless, will be moved and nostalgic even if it is held back with a sense of control.

Song Zhi had mixed feelings in his heart for a while, and he couldn't tell if he admired Zhou Yan or envied Zhou Yichan.

She felt that this topic could not be continued, otherwise, she was not sure whether she would develop an emotion called jealousy.

"But—"

Song Zhi stared at Zhou Yan, pretending to be stupid and acting like a baby: "Father, you are three things."

Zhou Yan seemed not expecting her to act like a baby, and was startled.

After a while, he raised his eyebrows and asked, "Then did you let Dad blackmail you?"

Song Zhi raised his legs, shook the red wine glass in his hand, rolled his eyes, and said, "Let's see how Dad behaves later."

"Okay, Dad, work hard." Zhou Yan actually cooperated with her childish tricks.

Under the bright and soft crystal lamp, two people, one big and one small, toasted and smiled at each other.

Like a pair of biological father and daughter who have a tacit understanding.

The next day was Chen Yan's birthday party. The father and daughter took Jiang Shuyue with them and set off in the afternoon.

Yes, Jiang Shuyue was also invited.

Song Zhi was not surprised by this.

Firstly, Jiang Shuyue added Chen Yan's WeChat account, so she would definitely take the initiative to get an appointment; secondly, as Chen Yan's style of a gentleman, it is impossible for him to exclude her friends.

What surprised her was Jiang Shuyue's attire today.

The girl's Xiaoxiangfeng hairstyle looks very familiar, Song Zhi took a few more glances and remembered that from head to toe, including the headband on her head, he had seen it in Zhou Yichan's chat records with her.

No wonder when Zhou Yan asked Jiang Shuyue to go shopping together yesterday, she said that she wanted to stay in the hotel and prepare a birthday present for Chen Yan. It turned out that she had already blackmailed Zhou Yichan himself, and going to Chen Yan's birthday party was already in her plan.

Song Zhi glanced at her, and Jiang Shuyue happened to look over.

Their eyes met, and the girl immediately smiled meaningfully: "Yichan, you have such a good eye. The dress you gave me is perfect for wearing today!" She clearly knew that everything was not voluntary by Zhou Yichan

. "Showing friendship" in front of her face is a bit irritating.

In particular, Zhou Yan also generously said: "After the birthday party, I won't bother your girlfriends to go on a swim, and I will ask Xiaochan to accompany you to have a good time." If Zhou Yichan was here in person, I'm afraid I would have internal injuries

.

But Song Zhi was just curious, curious about why Jiang Shuyue still wanted to be weird with herself today when she got what she wanted. You must know that on the day of watching the F1 race car, she was as happy as an emperor who pardoned the world, and she had no time to find fault.

If something goes wrong, there must be a demon, and Song Zhi has a hunch that there will be a follow-up.

Sure enough, when they were about to arrive at Notting Hill, Jiang Shuyue couldn't help expressing her thoughts:

【I want you to take a photo of Chen Yan's helmet. 】

Song Zhi knew a little about it, but she didn't bother to ask, and planned to find out for herself when she arrived at the scene.

They lived in the West End of London, and the car soon arrived in Notting Hill, but Song Zhi didn't see the world-famous blue door, nor the row of colorful houses.

The car crossed unfamiliar roads and finally drove into a manor.

Looking around, there is a vast expanse of green.

Today is a rare sunny day, the sky above the dark green is as blue as washing, and the black asphalt road winds and crawls, leading them to a magnificent white castle. In a blink of an eye, they thought they had come to the queen's palace.

Song Zhi couldn't help being fascinated, and forgot to get off the car.

Zhou Yan got off the front seat, opened the car door for his daughter and asked, "I like it very much?"

Song Zhi subconsciously said "Yes".

Zhou Yan said: "We will live here after that."

The girl was even more at a loss for a moment.

Zhou Yan reminded her: "Get out of the car first, and Dad will explain to you later."

Song Zhi got off the car as if waking up from a dream.

Chen Yan, the host, did not greet them at the door, but an old white-haired housekeeper led them in. The housekeeper respectfully explained things to Zhou Yan as he walked, and Zhou Yan talked to her from time to time.

Song Zhicai knew that this place was not a palace, but a newly built manor-style hotel called "Xichuan Manor".

The main investor was Chen Yan's parents, and Zhou Yan was also one of the shareholders. Today, taking advantage of Chen Yan's coming-of-age ceremony, "Xichuan Manor" just opened for business.

Song Zhiman's head was overwhelmed by the aura of luxury and luxury. She was walking in the manor, which was no different from a palace, but she was thinking in her heart: Those who drive F1 are really either rich or expensive!

Said Cao Cao Cao Cao arrived.

As soon as Chen Yan's face flashed in Song Zhi's mind, a door in front of her was pushed open, and he saw the young man in a formal suit sitting at the front with a good spirit.

Sitting behind a row of microphones, he was speaking with unbridled eyebrows: "It is indeed an honor for me to join the Ferrari family. But who knows, maybe this is also Ferrari's luck?" With a standard London accent, Chen

Yan Speak the most arrogant words in the most elegant tone.

The scene was silent for a moment, and then someone exclaimed and whistled: "Respect!"

Chen Yan pretended to be terrified when he heard the sound, and said, "You don't take it seriously, do you? Friends, it's just a joke!

" smile.

At this time, the boy took the initiative to reach out to the big boss of Ferrari beside him, neither humble nor overbearing: "In short, we have a happy cooperation."

Song Zhicai knew that this was the press conference for the signing of Chen Yan and the Ferrari F1 team.

All the previous rumors have come true, and the boy is actually going to step up from F2, the second-tier formula, to the rich team Ferrari!

What is the concept?

Even the car king Schumacher first entered F1, he had experienced in the last train team of F1 for several seasons before he could switch to a top F1 team like Ferrari.

However, when Chen Yan had just obtained his super driver's license and was eligible to enter F1, Ferrari announced his joining in such a high-profile way. Moreover, the entire F1 has always maintained the rule of 20 drivers, and if someone enters, someone will leave. This means that Ferrari will "fire" an F1 driver at the end of this year's season and let Chen Yan replace him.

Song Zhi didn't know much about motorsports, so he could feel the unconventional charm of a young man, let alone Jiang Shuyue, a fanatic fan.

Probably in order to get a closer look at Chen Yan, Jiang Shuyue did not follow Song Zhi to sit in the last row of the room, but went to the front row.

She snapped a photo of the boy with the camera and pressed the phone.

After a while, Song Zhi felt a series of vibrations in the handbag, and when he turned on the phone, he found that it was Jiang Shuyue who showed off the photos of the scene in the second group of the class.

[It's the moon: Chen Yan signed the contract with Ferrari first-hand! It is estimated that as soon as Chen Yan's 18th birthday arrives at twelve o'clock tonight, the major media will announce the news! ]

[It's the moon: [Picture] [Picture]]

Immediately afterwards, there were a lot of exclamations and rainbow farts:

[Damn it? ? ? Don't you need to go to Ferrari's second team for training, and just join the first team as a driver? ? ? ]

[ Awesome! Not to mention being the number one Chinese racing driver, looking at the entire F1, only the crown king Kashen had this kind of treatment back then, right? 】

【Ka Shen was also the Red Bull team who went first! Chen Yan is going to be recorded in history, kneel down to ORZ! Tomorrow will definitely detonate the global social media! 】

In this regard, Jiang Shuyue seemed super honored, and responded very proudly:

【It's the moon: it's not just a cow, it's an epoch-making significance, right? There will definitely be more Chinese F1 drivers in the future! 】

[It's the moon: don't say anything, I'm going to check the national university rankings of mechanical engineering now, I must get into Ferrari as a racing engineer before Brother Yan retires! ! ! ]

[Laughing, is this a crazy fanatic? I heard that there was a girl from the international department next door who checked her score yesterday and immediately called her friend, crying and saying: My poor total score can only save the country by curves, I'm going to learn from the media and become a match reporter...]

Song Zhi was suddenly taken aback by the echoing words at the end.

I calculated the time difference in my heart, and found that it was the night of June 23rd in China, when the college entrance examination scores were checked.

Since arriving in London, she has been indulging in the adventure of exchanging lives with Zhou Yichan all day long, and she has forgotten such an important thing!

Waking up at this moment, Song Zhi suddenly pulled away from this flashy room.

The surroundings seemed to be cheering again, but she could no longer hear it, as if building a barrier amidst the noise, she finally returned to her own small world.

Song Zhi opened the scoring channel and entered his admission ticket number almost reflexively. After pressing the "OK" button, every second seemed like a whole century.

There is a delay in the foreign network, the circle keeps spinning, and the phone is still stuck with a blank screen, but she waits patiently.

Finally, the page is refreshed!

Song Zhi closed her eyes, giving herself an emotional buffer for the last few seconds, and when she was about to open her eyes and face the reality -

"Hello."

An abrupt voice interrupted all her rituals and nervousness.

Song Zhi opened his eyes, and Chen Yan just sat down beside her.

The black British suit concealed his wildness a bit, and he said to her more like a romantic young master: "Miss, is it a bit impolite to play with my mobile phone during my highlight moment?" Song Zhi glanced ahead, only to realize that

the Tables full of microphones have been removed, and staff appear to be rearranging.

"Isn't it your birthday party? Why does it look like there are other events?" She asked without answering.

Chen Yan shrugged: "Maybe this is the trouble of being an F1 driver."

Song Zhi was concerned about his college entrance examination scores, so he didn't intend to chat with him, so he just hummed and said nothing more.

The two fell into silence, and the atmosphere was slightly awkward.

"What is more attractive than F1, Missy is so perfunctory to me?" The young man didn't know what the embarrassment was, he approached her blatantly, and lowered his eyes to look at her phone.

Song Zhi suddenly remembered that the above was his real information, and suddenly covered the phone on his skirt. I don't know if Chen Yan saw the name column, but she wanted to open her mouth again when she saw him, so she preemptively said, "Isn't it impolite to peep at a girl's mobile phone?" 

Chen Yan was not annoyed, but looked her back and forth as if discovering a new continent. "Is this still the Zhou Yichan I know?" He said, "He's so good at teasing people." Song Zhi's heart skipped a beat, not knowing whether the young man was teasing or probing, he just got up and wanted to leave.

  However, Chen Yan grabbed her wrist and stopped her from getting up. After he made a gesture of surrender: "I'm just kidding, don't be angry. I apologize to you." It seemed that he didn't see anything. Song Zhi wasn't really angry, and today was Chen Yan's birthday party, so he came here to look for him in his busy schedule, which was enough of a face. 

She said, "No, I'm not really angry, I just want to check the college entrance examination scores in an unoccupied corner." So the girl was so impatient just now, maybe she was waiting for the highlight moment of her life. It's a little... not sure who is being rude. 

After the boy suddenly realized, there was a hint of embarrassment in the air. Chen Yan stared at Song Zhi, the girl's eyes were open, and it was written all over her face: You can figure it out yourself. He finally got up and made room for it: "Excuse me, please enjoy your private space freely." 

Song Zhisong breathed a sigh of relief, and just about to turn the phone over, the boy stopped and looked back. "By the way." He told her, "Tell me which one you like at the auction later, and I will apologize to you." Song Zhi immediately remembered Jiang Shuyue's words: I want you to take a picture of Chen Yan's helmet.

It turned out that after the signing conference, there was an auction.

Inexplicably, the white flowing gold helmet that Chen Yan personally put on for her that day came to mind. She thought, this should be the reason why Chen Yan carried it with him at that time - he was going to auction it at the coming-of-age ceremony.

Maybe it was the helmet that was going to be given to the organizer that day, but he insisted on asking her to guess.

Chen Yan's wicked smile did not reappear in his mind.

Song Zhi should refuse, but finally nodded to the boy.

Upon receiving her response, Chen Yan turned around quickly, then raised his hand and said, "See you at the auction."

Song Zhi followed his back until he disappeared completely.

Finally found her private space again, she looked down at the phone again, but didn't turn it over to check it immediately.

As if afraid of being disturbed again, Song Zhi suddenly got up and looked around, and finally she found a more secluded corner and sat down again.

The phone was still covered on her lap, and the girl held it in both hands, taking a deep breath. Finally, she turned it over very quickly, without giving herself any time to hesitate.

She saw the score clearly.

"686."

What is the average admission score of Zhou Yan's alma mater School of Mechanical Engineering? Facing the province where the small city of Yi'an is located, it seems to be 650 points?

Does that mean that her gorgeous dream of this summer vacation can also find a perfect landing point in reality?

Song Zhi repeatedly confirmed the total score, and even exited the page, confirmed each number one by one, and then entered the admission ticket number to check again.

"Total score: 686"

The score didn't change, Song Zhi stared at the phone screen in a daze.

At this moment, she thought a lot, but she didn't seem to think about anything. The heart is filled with a kind of satisfaction of "things can be done", but people seem to be shrouded in emptiness.

I don't know how long the fugue had lasted, but a voice brought her back to reality.

"Why are you in a daze?"

It was Jiang Shuyue who left and returned, sat down beside her, and reminded her with a hidden smile: "The auction is about to start, don't forget what I told you."

Song Zhiru woke up drunk, following the girl's eyes, Chen Yan was walking towards them with Xie Yumeng on his arm.

The boy is wearing formal clothes, while the woman is wearing a fierce red dress.

She glanced at the two people who were on the right side, then turned her eyes to Jiang Shuyue, who had malicious intentions, and completely returned to reality.

Want to prostitute Chen Yan's helmet from me?

That would not make her happy.