Chapter 3 Sidley College

In the blink of an eye, it is September 1, which is also the opening day of Sidley College.

Ye Xingmian got up early, his waist-length hair was coiled on the top of his head, and two strands of hair hung down from his ears. A white shirt flattered her figure, a black ribbon tied around her neck, a gray pleated skirt flattered her fair complexion, and a pair of small black leather shoes.

After she finished the breakfast made by Aunt Liu, she sat on the black Bentley, the driver Uncle Liu and Aunt Liu are an old couple, they have been in the Ye family since they were young, and more than 20 years have passed in a blink of an eye......

The Ye family is in a prosperous area, and the drive from the Ye family to Sidley College is about half an hour.

Ye Xingmian thanked Uncle Liu and stepped into the gate of the academy. Because it was the first day of class, I was not familiar with the terrain, and the school was afraid that the students would not be able to find a classroom, so they arranged for the students of the second and third years of high school to help lead the way.

Ye Xingmian is 16 years old this year and is a freshman in high school. Sidley College is divided into different classes according to the grades and family status, Class S, Class A, and Class B...... All the way up to Class F. Ye Xingmian saw it when she was enrolled, and she was in class S.

As soon as Ye Xingmian appeared at the school gate, many people were already watching her, not only because of the limited edition black Bentley car that sent her, but also because of her beautiful posture and stunning appearance.

Before she could ask for directions, a ruffian-looking boy walked up to her and smiled what he thought was perfect. "Hello elementary schoolgirl, you're a freshman, right? I'm Li Yuqiang from Class B in the second year of high school, your senior! What class are you from? Seniors will show you the way! ”

Ye Xingmian smiled slightly, waved his hand and refused: "Thank you seniors for your kindness, no need!" ”

Li Yuqiang seemed to be a little annoyed by the rejection, and insisted on holding her arm, but before the hand fell on her arm, he was held by another big hand.

I only heard a demonic cold tone: "Don't you want your hand anymore?" ”

"Ahh Journey...... Young Master Cheng! I, I didn't ......" Li Yuqiang was so frightened by this "demon" that he trembled.

Cheng Mochen hooked the corners of his lips: "If you don't want to die, get out!" ”

There were many onlookers around, as if to prove it, and his large, warm and dry hand took her small hand and raised it upward.

A nightmare-like voice resounded in everyone's ears: "Ye Xingmian is Young Master's person!" If you want to die, you can try it! ”

Ye Xingmian's mind was still a little confused, and he looked at the small hand wrapped by his big hand in a daze. Although he was also held by him when he was a child, why did he feel like a deer in his heart this time. "Bang bang", loud......

When he arrived at the teaching building of the first year of high school, Ye Xingmian's arm was still held by him. Cheng Mochen let go of his hand, and said something as if there was no trace of emotion: "Don't get me wrong, my mother asked me to take good care of you at school." After speaking, Tibu was about to leave, Ye Xingmian clenched his little hand and shouted at his back: "Hey! Cheng Mochen! You...... What class are you in? ”

Cheng Mochen glanced back at her, and his thin lips opened slightly: "Class S in the second year of high school." ”

Ye Xingmian smiled and bared his little teeth at him: "Okay!" Then he jumped upstairs.

I arrived in the S class of the first year of high school.

The class had already arrived, and the chaotic sound resounded through the classroom. As soon as Ye Xingmian arrived in the classroom, the class was quiet for a moment, but for a moment, it resounded again.

Ye Xingmian looked around, saw that the penultimate row by the window was still empty, walked up, and sat down.

As soon as he sat down, Ye Xingmian was about to clean up his desk, when a crisp voice sounded in his ears: