At the end of August, Song Youran fired the Emperor's part-time job and packed up the things she needed to prepare for the start of school at home. Her proposal to not go to college was still dispelled by Song Ling's insistence.

Song Ling came back very early that day, holding a brand new laptop in his hand. The most popular brand now has medium and high-end configurations, which is a gift for the start of school for Song Youran.

Song Youran was very happy, not for the gift, but for this kind of thought. In the past and present, except for Aunt Song, only her brother was so kind to her.

"What major do you want to study?" Song Ling asked with a smile, leaning lazily on the sofa.

"Brother, what do I think I'm better to learn?" Song Youran hesitated for a moment.

Song Ling pondered for a while, "Music, I remember you were very interested in this when you were a child. You played the piano very well in junior high school extracurricular activities. A major has a special piano major. Although it may not be as good as a top music school, it is also good."

Song Youran was still rummaging through his laptop excitedly. After hearing his words, his smile faded a little.

"It's okay to learn to play with the piano as an interest, it's not a long-term solution."

To put it bluntly, arts and paintings, music and pianos are rarely practical after graduation, and most of them are learned to play with by wealthy families.

"It doesn't matter. I will be there in the future. Just learn what you want to learn. How to feel comfortable." Song Ling raised his eyebrows, and his expression was filled with pampering.

"Or...I'll learn psychology." Song Youran spoke tentatively.

"Psychological?" Song Ling was stunned, "Why do you want to learn that?"

He has noticed that Song Youran reads some psychology books these days, but he has never thought that she would learn this.

"I read some books and it feels quite interesting." Song Youran murmured in a low voice, suddenly thinking of something, and looked at him with wide eyes, "Don't you think this is evil, do you?"

Song Ling has heard of some psychological hypnosis, but he is not interested in this aspect.

"It depends on your own. If you want to learn, go." He let go and said tolerantly.

This is his sister who has been with him since childhood and his only relative. Not to mention wanting to learn psychology, he wants to pick the moon in the sky, and he will find a way to send her to space.

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Song Youran applied for the mentality as she wished. There were ten days of military training before the start of school. She received military training uniforms and other distributed items and stayed in the dormitory to organize them. She was at home from elementary school to high school. The first time she moved into the group was accompanied by inexplicable loneliness.

A dormitory for four people, with a separate bathroom and balcony.

The sun shone in through the glass on the balcony. It should have been warm, but Song Youran felt a chill.

There was a loud bang from the dormitory door. When Song Youran turned around, it was bounced back weakly on the wall, and three boxes taller than people blocked the door.

"Is there anyone inside? Come and help me!" someone shouted in a silence behind the box, and the upper box was already crooked and was about to collapse.

Song Youran was about to go over, but the box could no longer hold on. She thumped and fell to the ground. The things inside were scattered all over the floor, all of which were black discs without a cover.

Most of her head was exposed behind the box, with long brown hair draped over her shoulders, and her hair was slightly curled and a little messy. She was a girl with annoyed expression.

She put the two cardboard boxes in her hand next to her and squatted on the ground to organize the discs. Song Youran squatted down to help her organize them. As soon as her hand touched a CD, she was stopped by the other party.

"Wait! Don't move!"

Song Youran stopped moving and looked up at her.

Nangong Xuan explained embarrassedly, "These discs are very important to me. I have a strong possessive desire and I have no intention of disdaining you."

"It's okay." Song Youran didn't care and took his hand back.

"Well..." Nangong Xuan quickly sorted out the discs and moved three boxes into the dormitory one by one. Only then did Song Youran realize that there were two suitcases at the door.

She silently moved her gaze back and couldn't help but look at Nangong Xuan's petite figure. How did she move so much luggage alone to the fourth floor?

Nangong Xuan chose the bed next to Song Youran, put the things in place, then stood in front of her again, stretched out a hand, and had a comfortable smile on her face, "Hello, I am Nangong Xuan."

Song Youran reached out and shook her, "Hello, Song Youran."

Nangong, this surname is not common.

At this time, the dormitory door opened again, and a girl in a leather jacket came in. She had short hair with neat hair, a bag on one shoulder, and headphones. She was very handsome. Two boys like coolies followed behind her, each of whom were holding two suitcases in her hand.

The girl chose a bed, waved her hands at the two of them, and signaled to leave.

"Sister Cheng, you just let the two brothers go." One of them laughed and joked.

"Why, can I still have to invite you two to a meal?" She glanced at them sideways and made the bed on her own.

"Hehe, just kidding, then Taozi and I will leave first. Sister Cheng has time to come out to play."

The two went out with their arms around each other.

Song Youran and Nangong Xuan looked at each other, and did their own thing without saying a word in a tacit understanding.

This book was first published by Xiaoxiang Academy, please do not reprint it!
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