In the afternoon, the originally deserted courtyard of Granny Wang's house was particularly lively today.

The mother-in-law sat on a wicker chair and snooze in the corner of the yard.

The chicks in the yard were chirping endlessly.

An osmanthus tree in the courtyard is blooming just right, with the fragrance of green tea curling on the stone table, which is very comfortable.

Xia Tian took two sips of a cup of tea, looked at the beautiful man beside him who had blushed unnaturally for an afternoon, and then looked at Wang Zhou, who was sitting opposite him and watched the courteous confession and cruel refusal with him for an afternoon, and silently expressed his sympathy for Mai Ke.

You said that McCork is a few years older than himself, and he is a five-good young man with normal three views, why is he so popular with problem children?

Teng Cheng is an adult version of a problem child after all, and Sheng Le in front of him is definitely the second teenager in the problem.

To say that this world is small, it is really not big.

Sheng Le's father, Sheng Chenghui, started from the grassroots back then, and the law firm has become bigger and bigger over the years, and he himself basically doesn't go out to litigate, unless it is a case involving assets of hundreds of millions of dollars - high commissions.

He took Xia Tian's father's case that year, and later the local tyrant Teng hired him as a private lawyer.

I heard that Tuhao and Mai Ke had a legal dispute before, and they were all business done in Sheng Chenghui's affairs at that time. Thereupon......

Sheng Lok has known Mai Ke for many years.

"I liked you the first time I saw you. Under the osmanthus tree, on two small benches with paint off, sat a beautiful second-year boy and a beautiful adult man.

McKe was definitely a beauty when he was young, although he was a little embarrassed at the moment, but he looked at the little ghost tenderly with some "human aura" in his eyes.

The two of them solved their personal problems over there, Xia Tian and Wang Zhou sat at the stone table drinking tea, pretending not to hear.

"My dad said that the fat man is not good to you, I have read your contract, what the hell is it?" Sheng Le's face did not have the usual awkward and cold boy expression, and his face was slightly red, like a little fan who confessed to his idol. "I know I'm still young, but I'll grow up and I can give you better. You see how fate we have, we can see ...... in the countryside."

Xia Tian held back a smile, thinking that if the local tyrant was present, he would turn his face and tear Sheng Le on the spot.

"Hey, don't look at me, just move your mouth, let me ask you, Sheng Le usually has this style of painting at school?" Xia Tian pretended to be reading an expired copy of "Story Club", and asked the normal teenager opposite in a low voice.

"Nope. The boy spat out a word faintly.

"Oh?"

"He doesn't usually talk so much and likes to fight. Wang Zhou frowned slightly, as if he was thinking about something.

Xia Tian then made up for the appearance of Sheng Le and Mai Ke scuffling together under the osmanthus tree.

There seems to be a little bit of anticipation.

Over there, Mai Ke was already seriously refusing: "Lele, I have always regarded you as my younger brother." You're probably still young......"

And then there's the balabala sentence that rejects people. Xia Tian listened to a few words, and then stopped listening to the corner.

I have to say that Mai Ke's level of coaxing people is first-class, and the second middle school teenager who was still impetuous at the beginning was told by Mai Ke bitterly, and he promised with red eyes that he would study hard and not fight at school.

Then Mai Ke, who had successfully retired, answered the phone, and at a glance at the expression, he knew that it was the local tyrant who was summoning, so he went back first.

Here, Xia Tian has always been interested in Sheng Le, so he calmly drank tea, knocked melon seeds, and was reluctant to leave.

"Eat this, sweet. ”

The lovelorn flower beautiful man sat under the osmanthus tree, staring at the trunk, and didn't know what to think.

Wang Zhou went to the refrigerator and took a plate of snacks and came out.

Xia Tian saw that the dim sum was round and delicious. As a result, they went directly to the osmanthus tree.

"Get out. Sheng Le didn't raise his head.

"Eat. Wang Zhou picked up a small, almost transparent round ball and handed it over.

Sheng Le was indeed a little hungry.

Grab it and stuff it in your mouth. The fragrance of osmanthus fills the mouth.

"Grandma's osmanthus mochi is the best only time of the year. Wang Zhou sat in the position where Mai Ke had just sat down, with no expression on his face, watching the person in front of him finish eating one, and then handed over another, and handed over another.

Xia Tian watched from the side and raised his eyebrows, indicating that the plot under the osmanthus tree was ups and downs, so exciting.

The matter of Sheng Le, a beautiful boy in middle school, and Wang Zhou, a normal teenager. We have to start with the opening of the International High School in September.

The International High School in City X is the overlord school in the city. The main reason is that the Education Bureau can't control people, from the recruitment of teachers, the selection of teaching materials, and the concept of student training - the shareholders of the school themselves have the final say. In the early years, the Education Bureau thought that the school did not obey the management of the superiors and revoked the teaching license, and the children were not issued graduation certificates. The result was useless, and the rich parents directly invited the director of the education bureau to step down, and organized their own parents' alliance by the way. The local tyrants don't look down on the torn paper of the high school diploma issued by the Education Bureau at all. Parents have only one goal -

Send your children abroad, go to the best university, and come back to inherit your career if you have the ability, and if you don't have the ability, you will not be ashamed of yourself.

Sheng Le took the high school entrance examination that year, was admitted to a key high school, went to study for a week, and then went home to let his father transfer to another school.

"There is too much homework, and the homeroom teacher is too ugly. Sheng Le was raised by Sheng Chenghui as a baby since he was a child, he is not stupid or stupid, and he looks as good as his mother carved out of a mold. As soon as he heard his son, who usually doesn't communicate with him, say so much, Sheng Chenghui immediately called the principal of the international school, and five minutes later, he transferred the six-figure tuition fee for a semester.

On Monday, Sheng Le went to the splendid high school to start a new high school life.

Although the head teacher is still very ugly.

"It's okay, there's not too much homework. Sheng Le expressed his satisfaction with the international high school.

So I read it for a year.

The teachers in the school are all foreigners, and everyone has a good background and can write an autobiography. Teaching in turns, there are really many teachers from famous universities in the school. As for whether the children learn on their own -

Anyway, the school doesn't care at all.

So Sheng Le lived happily for a year.

As soon as school starts. A new classmate was transferred to the class.

Sheng Le had just finished math class that day, and he went home with a math homework score of 5 and stuffed it into his schoolbag casually.

The school ends at 3 o'clock every day, and then there are club activities until the end of the school day.

Sheng Legao participated in the cosplay club, probably because of his appearance, this year's senior graduated from high school and quit the club, and he became the vice president.

During that time, the president led everyone to prepare for the club festival. Except for the annoying rock 'n' roll coming from downstairs every afternoon, everything was in full swing.

"We're one attack away. "The president is a standard rotten girl, I heard that every year to buy rotten man, and the surrounding area and the cost of cos can buy a villa:" Shengle, the new transfer of Wang Zhou in your class is good, I heard that he has not joined the club yet. ”

At that time, Sheng Le was surrounded by several girls trying on clothes, with long hair, contact lenses, and eyelashes that were brushed three times as long.

"That nerd, you say?" Sheng Le didn't remember that he had a good math score when he didn't remember the new classmate, and anyway, when he came to math class on the first day, the old math man seemed to be moved to cry - there was finally a student in the class who could understand him.

"Hmm. The president flipped through the freshman materials.

"Jiahao is good, why find another one?" Sheng Le has never been willing to communicate with inconsequential people. There are a lot of men living in the club, so why do you want to find another one?

The president shook his head inscrutablely: "Your appearance is here, ordinary people can't hold it." ”

I almost named the member and said that the member was ugly.

Think about it, although he is short and fat, he is also the eldest son of a certain line governor's family, and the little princess of the family......

Sheng Le complained in his heart.

As a result, some people came to the door without chattering.

The door of the COS Club was knocked open, and Wang Zhou's eyes swept around twice before focusing on Sheng Le, who had long hair.

"The math teacher asked me to come to you. Wang Zhou's voice is very penetrating, and he also has a special sense of presence.

Wang Zhou is a person with well-developed limbs and a smart head.

This is the result of a discussion among the female classmates at the end of class.

This man came to school for two weeks, tennis lessons, played tennis and knocked over the tennis coach. Basketball class smashed the school's basket out of a hole. In the track and field class, he broke the 1500-meter city record. In the equestrian class, the handsome turned over the girls in the school.

Let's not talk about the culture class, after the math teacher cried, the foreigner in the English literature class giggled at a break between classes after class.

The whole person is a national idol.

"Don't go. Sheng Le didn't hear it.

"It's okay if you don't go, you will score another 5 points in the exam tomorrow, and you will be locked up in a small black room. "It's to stay in school after school and be locked up in a small dark room to write a review.

"Then turn it off. "Sheng Le doesn't care. Anyway, he's used to being locked up two or three times a week. He never writes reviews, anyway, their teachers are all employees hired by his father - yes, Sheng Chenghui decided to send his son to an international high school, and by the way, he invested a lot of money to become a shareholder. (We don't know much about the world of rich people)

One picture here is beautiful and moving, so cold that it doesn't seem to speak, and one over there is tall and tall in a school suit and has a calm attitude.

A group of rotten men and rotten women in the cos club have long held their breath and watched as if they were fascinated.

The president was a little untenable, saying that the chemical reaction at this time broke through the sky. Wang Zhou must be taken!

"That...... Classmate Wang Zhou, I'm your senior sister, Zhang Xin, have you ever considered joining our COS club?" The president was a little embarrassed to see the tension here, so he hurried out to dig people: "Hehe, of course, I know that the tennis club, basketball club, and equestrian club are all robbing you." But ......"

"No, thank you. Wang Zhou refused without even thinking about it.

Sheng Lecai didn't care what Wang Zhou wanted to do. I put on the costume of cos, and it was rare that the girls in the clothing group made the clothes very easy to put on and take off under his complaints, and one set was done: "Tsk, how can you wear it like a woman?"

Sheng Le looked in the mirror and began to complain. Do you need to make your eyes that big? What is the tinkling of lace?

Here, the president stared directly at Wang Zhou and looked at Sheng Le's gaze, and in a second he recovered from the blow of rejection, and with the seventh sense of ten years of rotten girls, he said almost instinctively: "Wang Zhou, as long as you join our club, Sheng Le is yours." ”

Pretty much the same second:

- "I'm participating. ”

- "Fuck, what are you doing!"

Almost in a second.

The happiness and the grass mud horse thing came too suddenly.

The president hasn't reacted yet. A group of people saw Wang Zhou walking in front of Sheng Le, and a zongzi hugged Sheng Le's cos suit and long hair on his shoulders.

"I'm □□ let me down. ”

"I'll be here tomorrow afternoon. ”

"Bang-" The clumsy door of the cos was opened with one hand, and then slammed shut.

A group of members stared at each other with big eyes.

The president was already sitting on the ground with his hands on his chest: "it, it's too exciting." ”

……

It was on that day that Sheng Le and Wang Zhou's beams were knotted.

In the classroom of the math competition club, only the math old man Tomas, with a headset listening to the sleepless opera in Seattle, drinking New Zealand Sam black tea with an exquisite English afternoon tea set, and eating Osri's malt crispy thumb biscuits.

With a scolding sound. His favorite student, Wang Zhou, walked in with a long-haired "monster" in his arms.

AS's mouth instantly turned into an O-shape.

He saw Wang Zhou put the black-haired "monsters" in the first row of the classroom in gorgeous 60th-century European court-style robes.

Wang Zhou didn't even breathe.

"......" Sheng Le has never seen this battle, and he doesn't know what hatred and grudge, where he has offended this uncle.

On the blackboard in front of him, he voted for the results of his A-level British global examination in May. Sheng Le frowned when he saw the result.

"English B, but you have already scored 7.5 in IELTS. Economics B, work hard this year, and hope to get A next year. Business A, the small score is not 90%, and it is still a little far from A*. Mathematics U ......" Wang Zhou said: "U is undefind, and the score is so low that there is no way to give a grade." You will start applying in May next year, and your goal is to immigrate, and you must enter the business school of the top 10 universities in the UK, and the business school will all require a grade of A or above in mathematics. ”

"......" Sheng Le got all the messy hair behind his head, and really looked at Wang Zhou with an expression like eating.

It took him a while to digest Wang Zhou's words.

"What are you going to do?" Sheng Le rolled up his sleeves and prepared to fight.

Wang Zhou stretched out his hand and pressed him to the chair, unable to move no matter how hard he struggled.

- ". ”

- "Sheng Le. Wang Zhou didn't have any expression, and looked into Sheng Le's eyes word by word: "I want you to immigrate smoothly next year." 166 Reading Network