Before going to school, Tu Yu was still very worried. In her previous life, she was a standard scumbag and didn't study well. Although she studied in the high school of Qingyang Ivy League, an aristocratic school, she was in a veritable scumbag class.

The so-called scumbag class is naturally a son and a celebrity in the class who has a lot of background, and Qingyang can be called a famous woman. But learning to get on the tail of the crane, eating, drinking and having fun have a share.

In her previous life, she didn't care about this kind of life at all, and her focus revolved around Zhan Yaoyang. In this life, she doesn't seek to become a school bully, but at least she can't be too bad.

Early in the morning, she prepared her own school stationery and went downstairs with her schoolbag and school uniform.

When he went downstairs, Ding Yuanye was quite surprised, but he didn't expect to get up so early. The blue horizontal striped school uniform is particularly spiritual on her, not to mention that she has a ponytail and steps down the stairs, which is particularly sunny and clean, which is the unique agility and vitality of a girl.

"Dad, Grandpa is early." Tu Yu smiled at Ding Yuanye and the old man first, and when she saw Kang Jiayi, Ding Fangfei and Ding Kangtai, she reluctantly said Aunt Kang early.

"Morning, Mimi, are your textbooks ready?" Ding Yuanye was worried that his daughter didn't even know what books were in class.

"Ready." Her schoolbag was very heavy, and she took all the books she should have.

"Well, Dad will accompany you to report to school." Ding Yuanye said to his daughter.

"Okay, Dad." Tu Yu didn't refuse, she didn't feel Ding Fangfei's jealous gaze faintly projected on her, but she didn't care.

Along the way, Ding Yuanye, Tu Yu went to school with Ding Fangfei and Ding Kangtai.

Ding Kangtai is usually a stuffy gourd and doesn't like to talk much. I don't talk much to my mother and sister.

On the way, what Ding Kangtai and Tu Yu said, Ding Fangfei interjected from time to time. Because of the previous incident, Ding Yuanye was a little suspicious of his youngest daughter, and his eyes were always faint when he looked at her. Ding Fangfei is used to pretending to be well-behaved, and her grades in school are very good. It stands to reason that Ding Fangfei is only sixteen years old, but she is already in the third year of high school with Tu Yu. Just because when she entered primary school, she started school one year later than the average child. And Kang Jiayi sent her daughter to school a year early, and Ding Fangfei was at the same level as Tu Yu, from childhood to adulthood, Ding Fangfei was a theology bully, and her grades in school have been pressing her.

They study in the high school of the Ivy League College together, one is Class A, all elites, and the other is Class F, the base camp of scumbags.

When they arrived at school, Ding Yuanye got out of the car first and asked them to go back to class first, and they had something to do.

Tu Yu carried her schoolbag back to her F class, and Ding Fangfei stopped her behind her: "Sister, I heard that you asked your father to help you find a tutor!" Is it for next month's quiz? You have to do it! ”

The smile was so smug that she couldn't detect the slightest malice, but she knew how mocking it was.

Tu Yu looked back at the white lotus, and the corners of her mouth hooked into a cold smile. Her foundation is very bad, even if she works hard to tutor this month, she can catch up with her grades a little bit at most. Ding Fangfei has always been in the top three, and if she wants to catch up with her, she still has a long way to go.

She is self-aware of this, so she should not respond and go back to class first.

When she arrived at the door of the classroom, the originally noisy classroom immediately quieted down, and countless eyes were on her, but no one stepped forward to say anything. Everyone knows that Ding Tuyu's mother is gone.

Sitting down in her seat, she picked up her book and began to read.

"No, Miss Ding has also started to read, a miracle!" A cool voice sounded next to him.

Tu Yu turned his head to look at his tablemate, Gao Yishu, Qingyang's famous red third-generation daughter. Don't look at the word lady in her name, her personality doesn't match that of a lady at all. Tu Yu only glanced at her, and once again focused on the book.