The driver, Wang Huasheng, is a tall and sturdy African-Chinese, a third-generation immigrant who is a typical melon seed person. A fluent Beijing film, he loves to sing the empty city plan and belongs to the senior ticket holders, and not long after graduating from the largest Feihong martial arts school in China, he came to the Su family as a driver and bodyguard. According to Qiao San, he once won the Huaxia Sanda gold belt. In a world martial arts competition, when he competed for the championship with the first Shaolin monk, he accidentally disabled the opponent and quit the martial arts world.

Cheng Xiaoyu vaguely remembered that when he came to Huaxia, he just got off the plane and saw a huge billboard at the airport, with kung fu superstar Li Dalong advertising for Feihong Martial Arts School, "Which one is stronger in Chinese kung fu?" Feihong Martial Arts School is the king of kings. "And Feihong Martial Arts School is the martial arts school under the Shaolin Group.

Wang Huasheng parked his car in the underground parking lot of the Zhongjin Building next door to Fudan High School. Parking here was requested by Su Yuxi, who was tired of the envious or jealous gazes of others. Moreover, Fudan High School is not a private school, after all, most of the students studying here are students with good grades and average families. Su Yuxi felt that she was far enough away from their world to not want to add an insurmountable gap in the middle. So for the past two years, Wang Huasheng has sent her here, and picked her up here.

Cheng Xiaoyu doesn't care, it's really nothing good in front of a group of milky high school students. He now feels that Tsundere is a little naïve, although she does have Tsundere's capital.

At the entrance of Fudan High School stood a member of the Discipline Committee of the Student Union with a red armband. Not allowed to enter the school without wearing a school uniform, without the school badge to record the deduction of class points, the skirt must be above the knee, many female students in order to be beautiful, the skirt with a pin is very short, and then when it arrives at the school gate, it will be put down, and boys are forbidden to have long hair nails.

The girls' school uniform of Fudan High School is a dark blue two-button small suit, and inside is a beige sweater cardigan and a white shirt with a red bow. The bottom is a red plaid sash skirt, and white woolen stockings are usually worn this season. The shoes can't be heels, others are casual.

Looking at the youthful student girl, Cheng Xiaoyu had the illusion of traveling to Japan, this sudden happiness was really confusing, Cheng Xiaoyu couldn't help but sigh, thinking of the scumbag athlete uniform in his previous life, he was so moved that he was about to burst into tears.

On the first floor of the building, there is a storage compartment for each student, and slippers must be changed when entering the classroom. When Su Yuxi opened the storage compartment, countless letters fell out with a bang, and she was obviously prepared, so she picked up the schoolbag horizontally and caught it all, folded it and put it into the black schoolbag compartment, and then changed into white slippers. Of course, it is not surprising that these letters will not be opened, and they will be thrown into the trash can on the second floor.

Cheng Xiaoyu and Su Yuxi's classrooms were separated by 2 floors, and Cheng Xiaoyu cheekily said hello to Su Yuxi and turned around and walked in the other direction, his cabinet was on the other side.

This was looked at by Su Yuxi's classmate Fan Jiaying, who happened to come over, and asked Su Yuxi sideways with gossip, "Isn't that fat man a rich man who drives a Ferrari and hits people?" Su Yuxi, do you know? ”

Su Yuxi seemed to have felt the fire of gossip burning in Fan Jiaying, nicknamed the campus radio station. He bowed his head and whispered, "Yes." Then he turned and walked towards the stairs. No one at school knew that the pair were brother and sister, who seemed to have nothing to do with each other.

Fan Jiaying hadn't changed her shoes yet, so she hurriedly said, "Class leader, wait for me, I still have math problems to ask you!" ”

Su Yuxi looked at the focused eyes around her, and couldn't help but have a black line, pretending not to hear it and going upstairs directly.

Cheng Xiaoyu climbed to the fifth floor panting with his schoolbag on his back, and the graduating class was at the top. He was in the third (2nd) class of high school, second on the left hand side of the stairs. As soon as Cheng Xiaoyu walked to the front door of the classroom and showed his head, the whole classroom was immediately quiet, and then thunderous applause rang out in the classroom, mixed with the shouts of the obscene brother. Cheng Xiaoyu has forgotten that he has already become famous on the Internet, and all kinds of PS photos of him are the popular expressions on the Internet now.

Cheng Xiaoyu was a little caught off guard in the face of this overwhelming welcome, Rao is forty years of life experience, and he could only retreat awkwardly back into the corridor, go around the back door, and sit in the last row of his position by the window, which he is very familiar with, and is generally the exclusive throne of poor students.

After all, Fudan High School is a middle school that has been studied by the top school, not to mention that this is still the third graduating class of high school, and no one cares about this fat man who has the lowest grades after laughing. They all began to study and do their own questions.

Cheng Xiaoyu looked up at the class schedule, the first period was a Chinese class, he took out the Chinese textbook, looked at the pages of traditional Chinese characters, and his head was big. It wasn't difficult for him to read. The difficulty lies in writing, and I grew up in the United States and grew up in New China under the red flag, I can only recognize and not write. Cheng Xiaoyu looked at the table of contents, which is probably not too difficult content such as poetry appreciation, ancient literature appreciation, and appreciation of fragments of Chinese and foreign classics.

Cheng Xiaoyu started with the first text, the Battle of Qin and Jinkun. I don't know the characters, and I can't write the battle characters. took out the dictionary from his schoolbag and began to check the characters, and then took out his notebook and wrote the battle of Qin and Jin Kun several times in a row to deepen the image. Start reading the text again, this kind of Cheng dù's ancient text is naturally extremely difficult for the otaku Cheng Xiaoyu, but with the blessing of the music director's skills, it is relatively easy, Cheng Xiaoyu read and wrote until the student on duty shouted to stand up, and the salute did not stop.

The Chinese teacher's name is Jiang Wenhua, a middle-aged man in his forties and fifties with glasses. "Today we are studying three poems." said that Du Fu wrote "Moonlit Night" on the blackboard in beautiful block letters, and tonight is the moon in Yinzhou, and he only looks at it alone in the boudoir. Pity the little children, and do not understand the memory of Chang'an. The fragrant mist is wet, and the clear jade arm is cold. When leaning on the false pretense, the tears of the double light are dry. After writing it, he recited it in a subdued and frustrated voice, and asked, "Yesterday I asked you to preview in advance, who knows what this poem expresses?" If you know, raise your hand.

Cheng Xiaoyu hadn't read this poem, but he could probably understand that it was a poem describing Du Fu's longing for his wife. Jiang Wenhua swept the classroom and said, "Cheng Xiaoyu, who is Cheng Xiaoyu, get up and answer." Before Cheng Xiaoyu stood up, there was a burst of laughter in the classroom.

Cheng Xiaoyu was not ashamed, stood up and said, "Teacher, I didn't raise my hand!" ”

Jiang Wenhua saw the chubby Cheng Xiaoyu staggering up from the last row, and couldn't help but laugh and said, "It's okay, just look at who you are." Sit down! "In the third year of high school, he is a Chinese teacher who specializes in the graduating class, and he really didn't remember this ordinary student who couldn't be ordinary anymore just over two months after the start of school.

Cheng Xiaoyu slowly sat down amid another burst of laughter.

Cheng Xiaoyu's face did not change, and he turned a deaf ear to the ridicule that came to his face. Jiang Wenhua nodded again, and Gu Manting, the representative of the Chinese class, got up and answered. Gu Manting is the class flower of the third (2) class of high school, although she is not as bright and moving as Su Yuxi, she is also a beautiful Jiangnan Lingxiu girl. Gu Manting obviously had pre-studied the textbook and said in a voice like a yellow warbler: "This poem, the poet expresses his parting feelings by looking at the moon, focusing on depicting the parting feelings of the couple and the longing for their children. ”

Jiang Wenhua nodded, waved his hand, motioned for Gu Manting to sit down, and said, "That's right, then let's recite it together first, analyze the poem word by word, and briefly introduce the background of Du Fu's creation of this poem at that time." ”

Cheng Xiaoyu began to read the poem aloud with the whole class, and there was a strange feeling spreading in her heart.

Those familiar scenes unconsciously overlapped with the qiē in front of him, he quietly turned his head to look out the window, and saw Lin Xing's people running laps on the playground, and there was a faint crisp whistle. The sound of reading accompanied by the warm sunshine warmed the whole classroom, the clouds in the sky drifted slowly and silently, the camphor with yellow leaves gently stretched in the breeze, and the whole campus rippled with a slightly drunken youthful atmosphere. Such a time flows calmly and steadily on the desk, turning over the old brand new textbooks, turning over the old messy notes, turning over the old immature love letters, and turning over the old fragments of young time