Su Yu walked forward: "Let's wait first, it's quite beautiful to live here, although it is relatively remote."

To be honest, Su Yu still likes this small courtyard, although it is not big, but it is very warm.

"But it's not a thing to live here all the time, it's cold in winter and hot in summer, I can't stand it." Ye Junfeng complained.

Su Yu crossed his hands on his hips and waited for Ye Junfeng: "Okay, you Ye Junfeng, let you live here, live here!" I remember last time, did my son advise you to take the opportunity to buy more houses when house prices are falling? Who said that the son is too young and ignorant to care about this aspect? Now that housing prices are so high, who would dare to buy them if I don't let them buy? Su Yu's anger was quite powerful, and he immediately suppressed Ye Junfeng.

The main problem is that Su Yu is telling the truth.

"Hey, let's live there first." Ye Junfeng shook his head and sighed.

On the first day of the second year of high school, there is only one thing, and that is to divide classes.

All students are required to return to their original class of high school, and then the homeroom teacher of the first year of high school begins to read which class each student has been assigned to.

Of course, the final result of this placement is determined by the student's wishes and grades. In fact, there is only one kind of person who will be adopted, and that is people who are very good at studying, but who really want to go to a liberal arts class.

This kind of person is very rare in the province, and the chance of encountering it can be said to be equal to the probability of a giant panda, so in general, all students obey the school's deployment.

If you study well, you will go to a science class, and if you study well, you will go to a liberal arts class.

Of course, high school is not as good as junior high school, high school has fast and slow classes, and students like Su Wen, who have always been very good at learning, will definitely be assigned to the fast science class. And Ye Bihuang is like this, but he doesn't know which class he can be assigned to.

Because his academic performance is very weird, in the shape of a big waterfall.

The academic performance at the beginning of the school was too good, and the academic performance later was too good. Taken together, it seems confusing.

Huang Lei was unusually clean and neat this time, because his academic performance in this class was not bad, and there were very few students assigned to the liberal arts class, he read the names of several students assigned to the liberal arts class, and then pasted the class list in his hand on the wall.

In order to avoid crowding of students in the class, Huang Lei also specially copied the class list into four copies, and pasted two blackboards on the front and back.

Huang Lei was obviously ridiculing, and deliberately read out the worst comprehensive scores in the class. Before leaving, he stood at the door of the class and said, "I will be here today, and the students who see their class can go back to the dormitory to tidy up their bunks, or go home directly, and the make-up class will officially start tomorrow morning." ”

Before leaving, he glanced at Ye Bihuang deeply, shook his head and sighed slightly.

Ye Bihuang naturally saw his expression, but he himself was very indifferent, liberal arts and science didn't care about him, the only regret was that he couldn't be in the same class with Su Wen in the future, which made him a little disappointed. Su Wen can be said to be a highlight of Ye Bihuang's freshman life, and she is the only one who often communicates with herself and talks to herself.

Ye Bihuang is busy with tasks every day, and he disdains to communicate with other unrelated people Lang wastes time.

What's more, Su Wen has a vague trend of breaking through the school's original four school flowers, and believes that as soon as the students in the third year of high school graduate, Su Wen will be officially promoted to one of the school's school flowers.

High school and junior high school are really different, when they were in junior high school, everyone's aesthetics were almost the same, all the boys thought that Lan Muxi was the most beautiful, and this was the only one recognized as the school flower. However, when it comes to the first high school in the province, the practice over the years is to evaluate the four school flowers, and what is even more amazing is that the number of supporters of the four school flowers every year is equal.

This can't help but make Ye Bihuang a little puzzled, is it possible that with the increase of age, the difference in everyone's aesthetics will become bigger and bigger?

Ye Bihuang sat at the back of the classroom, raised his eyes and saw Su Wen in front of him, looking at her straight and beautiful back, he suddenly realized.

It turns out that as they grow older, girls gradually learn to dress up. This Su Wen is completely different from junior high school, her favorite thing in junior high school is loose sportswear, or a school uniform.

However, in high school, casual clothes, slim shirts, harem pants, and knitwear are all on the battlefield, and they have a different flavor on her body.

However, this Su Wen laughed and talked to the female classmate next to her, but there was no sign of turning back, which made Ye Bihuang a little disappointed, but the relationship between the two was also close, and she was going to be assigned to other classes, she didn't even want to look back at herself and comfort herself?

At this time, Lee Kuan Yew walked out of the next class with a schoolbag on his back, and got into Ye Bihuang's class with a twist.

"Let's let go, let's let everyone" Lee Kuan Yew was tall and tall, stunned to fight his way out of the students who were lying on the blackboard looking for their names.

"Hey! Brother Huang, which class are you assigned to? ”

"High 2.11 class, what about you?"

Lee Kuan Yew laughed out loud, and slapped Ye Bihuang on the shoulder: "Brother Huang, the two of us are actually in the same class, it's so cool!" The two of us can sit together again. ”

Ye Bihuang said: "You are also in the 2.11 class of high school?" ”

"Well, yes, liberal arts class, liberal arts class, I like it, I like it." Lee Kuan Yew twisted his waist, his eyes turned into the shape of a heart, and he did not have the fierce momentum of his usual life.

"Sister, can you be serious?" Ye Bihuang scolded with a smile.

There are a total of 10 science classes and 7 liberal arts classes in the first high school of the province.

In other words, the 2.1 to 2.10 classes are all science classes, and the 2.11 to 2.17 classes are all liberal arts classes.

And the key classes of science will die 2.1 classes high and 2.2 classes high.

The key class of liberal arts is the high school 2.11 class.

Lee Kuan Yew studied hard every day when he was a freshman in high school, and it was normal for him to be assigned to a key class in liberal arts. But Ye Bihuang can be assigned to the key class of liberal arts, which is also too funny.

This should be Huang Lei's thought that Ye Bihuang had potential, so he was assigned like this.

Lee Kuan Yew said: "Lalalala, I'm just not serious, what can you do?" As he was talking, he saw Ye Bihuang staring at Su Wen's back twice, and he smiled, "Brother Huang, aren't you, with Xiana, do you really want to be good with Su Wen?" Xana isn't here, but you can't step on two boats. You are really a love saint among love saints, a model among models. ”

Ye Bihuang raised his fist and hammered Lee Kuan Yew: "Fart, I am innocent with Su Wen, where is the relationship you are talking about?" It doesn't matter to me, but don't ruin Su Wen's reputation. ”

Lee Kuan Yew smiled lewdly: "Come on, you, Brother Huang, do you think I don't know?" Your relationship with that Lan Muxi is also ambiguous, wherever you go, the school flower will be planted under your jeans, it's really a benchmark for my generation. ”

Ye Bihuang smiled bitterly and shook his head: "You see that Su Wen didn't even have the heart to turn her head and say goodbye to me, do you think she really likes me?" It's just your wishful thinking, I don't want to be laughed at by others, let me tidy up my things, let's withdraw first. After speaking, Ye Bihuang took out his schoolbag from the drawer and put the few books left here last semester in the drawer into the schoolbag.