Ye Haoran looked at the school uniform on the bedside with a sad look on his face.
'Or... destroy! ,
They say that no matter how ugly the school uniform is, there is no chance to wear it again.
But Ye Haoran really didn't want to wear it. To be precise, he didn't want to go to school.
"Haoran, come out to eat quickly!"
Hearing the shout, Ye Haoran reluctantly put on his school uniform, picked up his messy schoolbag and walked out of the bedroom.
He sat down at the dining table and threw his schoolbag on the chair next to him.
An old woman in her early fifties placed a bowl of porridge in front of Ye Haoran.
"Mama Liu, I want to eat something light tonight, would you..."
"Okay, I'll buy it in the afternoon and make it for you in the evening."
Mother Liu is a neighbor and her nanny. She cleans up and makes breakfast and dinner when she has nothing to do.
In this life, I have lost my mother since I was a child, and I followed my mistress to the south and have lost contact with her for many years.
It was good to live with my grandpa, but the old man would leave one day. When his health became worse and worse, he also left this world two years ago.
Fortunately, a few properties were left behind so that he would not end up living on the streets.
As a high school student, his main task should have been to study hard, but he became the head of the family early.
After taking a hasty bite, I picked up my schoolbag and prepared to go to school.
Walking out of the dim corridor, all you can see are red bricks and blue tiles, canteens everywhere, and the wide roads are full of cars, but instead there are people riding bicycles like a march of ants.
I put on my schoolbag and rolled out the mountain bike I just picked up from the shed.
There's no way, high school students can't drive cars to school, nor can they drive motorcycles without a license.
I took out the headphones of my Walkman and put them on my ears, listening to soothing music and riding my bicycle to school.
'Love hurts,
'Crying in pain,
'I'm tired of crying~ The pages in the diary are filled with persistence,
'Recording your good deeds,
...
Don't tell me, it sounds really interesting.
The early morning sun shone on the ground, and Ye Haoran's bicycle flew past, picking up a few leaves.
There is an endless stream of hawkers on the street, and people are in a hurry.
As we got closer and closer to the school, more and more people in school uniforms gradually started to appear, including those on bicycles and those on foot, walking in twos and threes, laughing and playing together.
Ye Haoran sat on his bicycle with one foot on the ground and stopped at the school gate. When he was about to express his emotion, someone slapped him from behind.
"Hey, mani!"
Take off one earphone and look over.
"Sun Jiaming, let's go, don't be late?"
Both of them were students in the first grade of high school. Seeing that time was getting shorter and shorter, they parked their bicycles and walked towards the class.
"Hey! Ye Haoran, your new bicycle is really cool. Lend it to me for a ride sometime."
In the corridor, Sun Jiaming wanted to put his arms around Ye Haoran's shoulders to show his closeness, but unfortunately Ye Haoran was a bit tall and he couldn't reach it, so he could only put his hand on Ye Haoran's shoulders.
Ye Haoran walked to the door of the class, put away the walkman and said with a smile: "If you like to buy it yourself, it's not like your family can't afford it."
The students in the class were fighting in groups, and a few were busy copying homework.
The quieter girl is reading a book, and the older one is telling gossip.
Ye Haoran sat down where he remembered, and did not participate in other people's discussions, let alone read any study textbooks. ….
I'm in the classroom, my thoughts are already flying far away.
This feeling is really strange, wearing the same clothes, the same age, but feeling out of place.
Ye Haoran, who had long forgotten the feeling of campus, may have been invaded by the storm of youth, and gradually regained the familiar taste deep in his memory.
There are five minutes left before class starts.
A female classmate stood up and collected her homework one by one from front to back.
When I walked to Ye Haoran,
, whispered: "It's time to hand in your homework."
Ye Haoran didn't know whether she was shy or timid, but she didn't even dare to look at her classmates.
He has a soft voice and very fair skin. Although he is irrelevant and not stunning, he is quite attractive. His temperament is different from that of all the other students in the class. He does not have the passionate youthful vitality or the immaturity of a child.
Combined with her unique expression, in Ye Haoran's eyes, she looked like a big injustice.
"Fang Hui, it's really rude to speak without looking at people. Could you please stop looking around?"
Ye Haoran's voice was not loud, as calm as water, but it attracted the attention of others.
"Yeah...sorry."
Fang Hui didn't expect that Ye Haoran would say such things to her, and she was not mentally prepared at all.
His pure white face turned red instantly, and his two hands were entangled together, looking at a loss.
Ye Haoran suddenly smiled and said: "You should look at me and speak. There is nothing wrong with being more confident."
After speaking, he handed the homework to Fang Hui's hand.
Fang Hui was so nervous that she didn't say anything. She took Ye Haoran's homework and went to find the next classmate.
After collecting the homework and putting it on the podium, Fang Hui lowered her head and returned to her seat. She usually read quietly, but today she couldn't read anything.
I secretly turned my head and glanced at Ye Haoran, and found that Ye Haoran was reading an extracurricular reading "Twenty Thousand Leagues Under the Sea".
Compared to this kind of book, Fang Hui prefers beautiful fairy tales.
But she silently wrote down the name of this book.
The bell rang, and all the students put away their cheerful smiles. Just as they prepared their books, the teacher came in.
Classes are boring.
At least that's what Ye Haoran thinks.
Knowledge is not a very complicated thing for him. Although he does not have a genius-like mind, he cannot survive for a long time.
He can enjoy campus life, but he doesn’t want to study. For example, the teacher talks about 1+1=2 every day. Who can accept this?
Ye Haoran was in this state.
However, he was somewhat interested in this class, and his interest started when he met Fang Hui.
The teacher spoke enthusiastically on the podium, and the students fell asleep listening to it.
The same was true for Ye Haoran. Just when he was considering whether to find a book to read, a piece of chalk flew over.
However, Ye Haoran easily dodged it.
"You've learned everything!"
Ye Haoran turned to look at other students, many of whom were in the same situation as him, and suddenly felt that the teacher was targeting him.
Ye Haoran didn't feel embarrassed at all when the teacher called on him.
He stood up gracefully and walked onto the podium without saying anything.
Just a math problem.
Under everyone's shocked eyes, Ye Haoran made a few strokes, and all the questions on the blackboard were solved by Ye Haoran.
The teacher's glasses almost fell to the ground.
Ye Haoran curled up the corners of his mouth, looked at the teacher with bright eyes, then handed the remaining chalk into his hand, and walked confidently to his seat.
This wave of operations shocked all the children.
Including Fang Hui.
Ye Haoran happened to pass by Fang Hui's position, clapped his hands, and a burst of chalk dust floated in the air.
Cough cough cough...
Fang Hui covered her mouth and waved her hand.
This shot woke up everyone in the class.
The most embarrassing person is the teacher on the podium.
"Ahem, um... Listen carefully in class and concentrate. If you don't work hard now, will you be successful in the future!"
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