How to prove that you are better than others is to beat others in what they are best at. Not only to defeat him, but also to prove it in the way of the judgment of cloud and mud - Yang Alin

After listening to his father's story, Yang Alin guessed that his sister might be hiding in her friend Minmin's house, so he came to Minmin's door, concentrated and let go of his hearing, and sure enough, his sister was inside. He was worried that his sister would be rebellious when she saw him, so he didn't force her to go home, and when he returned home, he talked to his parents, and his parents put their worries down.

Yang Alin called Xiaopang out at the Shuicheng Vocational Education Center, and asked him to go to the nearby Chengnan No. 1 Middle School to inquire about Gu Meng's recent situation, and bought him a Nokia blue screen mobile phone. Chubby readily agreed, and said that he would do his best to investigate.

A few days later, South Korea's fogtt entertainment agency came to look for Yang Alin, and Yang Alin received him politely. "Hello, Mr. Yang, I'm Li Qinji, entrusted by Fogtt Entertainment Agency, to discuss with you some of the songs you sent to our company before." Li Qinji bent down and bowed, Yang Alin saw the polite Li Qinji and had a good impression, and in the ensuing conversation, Yang Alin handed over the song part to Li Qinji's company to operate, and only received 10% of the income, on the condition that he could not choose to cooperate with Park Yiwen, no matter what kind of cooperation. Li Qinji wisely did not bother with the entanglement between them. In his opinion, Yang Alin, who is full of talent, is the treasure trove of gold, and Park Yiwen, a well-known singer, is just a fanatical fan of Ha Han in China, and he is nothing in the Republic of Korea. The two sides reached an agreement and shook hands and said goodbye. Yang Alin is not very eager for tomorrow, he is just picking up people's teeth, and he has nothing to be proud of. Thinking of seeing the happy Gu Meng, he was stunned.

Yang Alin returned to the campus quietly, and his soul was dull, perhaps the school is a pure place in the world, without strife, without hustle and bustle. Yang Alin understands how he can enter the school with the best environment in the county if he is not reborn, what others are competing for is not necessarily good, but it is not bad. Walking to the library, the few seats were full, and he jumped out of Group A to read one of them. A girl sat up from her seat and came to him, he glanced at it, very beautiful, tall, graceful, convex and backward, beautiful, bright and bright. The girl smiled and said to him, "You are Yang Alin, I know you, the Chen Shao who was bullied by you is my younger brother, but I am not looking for trouble with you, my name is Chen Lingrui." Yang Alin smiled and said "hello" to the beauty. Chen Lingrui pointed to the empty seat at him, and Yang Alin immediately realized that he would go over and sit. After Chen Lingrui left, a grim gaze swept over Yang Alin, and Yang Alin shuddered. Look around, nothing out of the ordinary. A man with an unearthly temperament stood up from the second row of seats and left, glancing at Yang Alin as he left. It's a pity that Yang Alin, who is obsessed with reading, is immersed in a sea of books and knows nothing about the outside world.

Xiaopang sent news that Gu Meng was often in a daze at school and was distracted in class, but she didn't see a man approaching her, or she approaching a man, everything else was normal. Yang Alin listened to it, and thought to himself that Xiaomeng at this time should be more interested in chasing stars, or have a stronger sense of novelty from outside. How can she be allowed to divert her mind and not be confused by Park Yiwen.

The entertainment industry in South Korea during this time is particularly lively, a songwriter from China is wantonly ravaging the cultural entertainment circle of South Korea on the land of Korea, almost everyone knows it, no one knows it, and nearly 100 pop songs are all classics and legends. The line of fire has created a large number of stars, and it has also made those famous musicians who have long been famous say "wolf." "Oh yes, it's terrible. A song is a popular person, and nearly 100 songs are ready to go. Yang Alin was still reciting the "Treatise on the Passage of Qin" asked by the teacher in the classroom in Huaxia.

Qin Xiaogong according to the solidity of the letter of death, the land of Yongzhou, the monarch and the minister stick to peep into the Zhou room, there is a sweep of the world, including the meaning of the four seas, and the heart of the eight wildernesses. When it was the time, Shang Jun Zuozhi, the internal law, farming and weaving, repairing the tools of war, and fighting the princes externally. So the Qin people gave up their hands and took the ...... beyond the West River."

Yang Alin's subdued tone and sonorous voice gritted his teeth angrily of many male students in the class, Nima, did you just learn well, I read it a few times and let me recite it, I really thought that everyone was looking at ten lines. If you don't, you won't be humble, you will be humble, you will recite it, so that we can be embarrassed by the people's feelings. The Chinese teacher looked at the aggrieved students very proudly, you group of self-conscious little people, look at how much your peers are better than you. If the eyes could hurt people, Yang Alin would have died a long time ago, but unfortunately the eyes couldn't hurt people, the classmates saw Yang Alin finish reciting, and immediately lowered their heads to make an ostrich shape, in order not to be named by the teacher to recite, they are all sixteen or seventeen, and they were punished for standing very faceless, and there are girls watching, how embarrassing. The bell rang, and the students breathed a sigh of relief and were finally liberated.

Yang Alin walked on the arched bridge like a crescent moon, his expression was calm, listening to the wind in the distance, tasting the taste of nature, the sunshine, the water, and the fragrance of insects and flowers, all of which were cleansing his heart. Is this the freedom of the heart, is this land going to be prioritized, and where should I be, the world is a part of me, or am I a part of the world?

Walking and walking, I went out of the campus, looking at the clear lake, the tourists on both sides of the river are weaving, I don't know whether it is rich and idle or poor only time left.

Yang Alin is willing to be a guest in the world, but he is reluctant to let go of the lingering bonds around him, and he feels happy when the people around him are happy. If he can't make the people around him happy, where does his happiness come from?

The future is not far away, and I have stepped out. Yang Alin paid 20 yuan to the park ranger, and received a small boat to row on the rippling blue city lake. There was a guy next to him who wanted to show off in front of his girlfriend, and he swooped over Yang Alin by the bow of the boat, Yang Alin rowed indifferently, the guy rowed farther and farther, pointing at Yang Alin and laughing. Yang Alin was a little angry at this time, is he too easy to bully, everyone rides on his head to pee, and there are even those who are ready to, aunt can bear it, uncle can't bear it. He was angry and dantian, and with all his strength, his speed suddenly accelerated, like an arrow from the string, flying by, and caught up with the boy in the blink of an eye, and the boy saw that he was scrambling to deal with the oars, and the hull of the boat was crooked, and her girlfriend screamed again and again. Yang Alin quickly slowed down and paddled slowly, when he heard the girl say to the boy, "You don't have to compare with others, I like to sit on your row." "Hands kept wiping the boy's sweat. Yang Alin lamented in his heart: Why are others happy.