After Han Yichen returned home, he went back to the bedroom directly, and he bought this house.

He sat in the bay window of his bedroom and looked at a room across the road. The light was on, and Han Yichen sat like that, looking at the bright light from the window, slightly distracted.

He asked someone to buy this house as quickly as possible. After his renovation, he changed the room by the road into his own bedroom, and the renovation team of the rectification at that time also suggested that this place was close to the road and was the most unsuitable for a bedroom, but Han Yichen still insisted on changing it into his own bedroom.

There was also a bedroom on the other side of the road, in which Li Simeng was carefully reading the book He Huaide gave her today, she didn't know that when she was reading, someone on the other side of the road was thinking about her.

It wasn't until the lights in Li Simeng's room went out that Han Yichen got out of the bay window and walked out of the bedroom.

On the second day, the weather in Jiangcheng was exceptionally good, and even the air was much fresher than before.

Then at the gate of Jiangcheng No. 1 Middle School, Ren Jie was in a particularly bad mood. He hid in his car and kept looking at the school gate, he was waiting for someone. But until the class bell rang, the man still didn't show up.

He slammed the door of his car in hatred and carried his schoolbag into the campus.

Ren Jie originally planned to stop Han Yichen when he went to school today and teach him a good lesson, but he didn't wait until school was over.

When Han Yichen arrived at No. 1 Middle School, he was already ten minutes late, and when he stood at the door of the classroom, it was English teacher Hong Yunrong on the podium.

"Why are you so late?" Hong Yunrong looked sideways at Han Yichen who was standing at the door of the classroom and asked.

Before Han Yichen could speak, Mo Xiaoran reminded in a low voice: "Teacher Hong, he is not good at Chinese." Then she thought about it again and added, "Maybe I didn't know the road very well. ”

Hong Yunrong listened to Mo Xiaoran's prompt, and then remembered that there was a transfer student in the class, so she asked him in English: "Why did you do it." ”

Han Yichen listened to Hong Yunrong ask himself in English, a little helpless, he wanted to remind Hong Yunrong that her pronunciation is not very standard, but it is too difficult for people to get off the stage, and it will also bring trouble to himself, so he chose to answer Hong Yunrong in very standard Chinese: "The distance is relatively far." ”

Hong Yunrong didn't want to waste too much time on this issue, so she asked Han Yichen to hurry in. However, the students in the class found a question just now when Han Yichen answered it in Chinese.

"Xiaoran, doesn't he know Chinese?"

Mo Xiaoran also turned around to look at Han Yichen strangely when he heard the questions of his fellow tablemates, but saw that Han Yichen had already read the book seriously.

"Maybe I'm shy." Mo Xiaoran explained for Han Yichen, in fact, she was also comforting herself, yesterday she tried to communicate with Han Yichen in Chinese, but from beginning to end, Han Yichen's expression was puzzled.

"You learn this in all your classes abroad?" Han Yichen's tablemate Hua Wenqing pointed to the book in Han Yichen's hand and asked puzzled.

Han Yichen just tilted his head and continued to read, and Hua Wenqing continued to read him boringly.

"Want to see this?"

As soon as Hua Wenqing opened it, he saw Han Yichen handing over a book called Fundamentals of Economics.

"Don't look at it, don't look at it." Hua Wenqing waved his hand, what kind of broken title is this, at first glance, it is a book that makes people's heads big, and he really refused.

Han Yichen didn't seem to really intend to show it to Hua Wenqing, and when Hua Wenqing just said the word "don't read", he put the book back in his schoolbag.

Hua Wenqing saw that Han Yichen was so crisp, and he felt as if he had missed something. But he just thought about it, and continued to indulge in the world.

Well, it's still good-looking!

Hua Wenqing was admitted to the first middle school in the small village below Jiangcheng, and originally there were first-class scholars in the small village, and then after entering the first middle school, he found that his world was too small, and the world he originally dominated was shattered.

Here, his self-confidence suffered a huge blow, and he tried, but found that there were really mountains outside the mountains, and there were really people outside the people. He also gradually became withdrawn, not that he didn't work hard, he was afraid that he would work hard but still be like this, and gradually he began to pretend not to be serious, in order to make people mistakenly think that he just didn't want to learn, not that he couldn't learn.

No one knew that every day he would hide in a place where no one knew him, and try to study hard.

There are two kinds of people in this world, one is a person who would rather be a phoenix tail than a chicken head, and the other is a person who would rather be a chicken head than a phoenix tail. Their worldview is completely different.

And Hua Wenqing is the kind of person who would rather be a chicken head than a phoenix tail, not because he is unproductive, but because his former pride is worthless after being put into the larger world.

As soon as class ended, Hong Yunrong walked out of the classroom, and Ren Jie walked into Han Yichen's classroom, and this time he walked directly in front of Han Yichen: "You coward." ”

Han Yichen was interrupted from reading, and his brows furrowed uncomfortably. raised his eyes and saw Ren Jie, who had only come to make trouble yesterday, and asked puzzledly: "We know each other?" ”

Ren Jiegang thought that the information received was inaccurate, and he had just received the news, and Han Yichen knew Chinese.

"You really know Chinese!" Ren Jie felt that he was being tricked, and he was very unhappy, and he was about to get angry.

Han Yichen didn't understand that the person in front of him looked quite clear, but why didn't his brain be clear?

"We know each other?"

I just let you go on the podium yesterday, okay? Ren Jie is so depressed, it turns out that this guy doesn't take himself seriously at all.

"Yesterday I told you not to leave after school, why don't you wait for me!" Ren Jie stared at Han Yichen with vicious eyes: "And I've checked, you are not a dormitory student at all." ”

"Who is he?" Han Yichen was really puzzled, so he turned his head and asked Hua Wenqing next to him.

Hua Wenqing originally just wanted to watch a good show, but he didn't expect Han Yichen to ask him with an ignorant face. He thought for a moment and replied, "Not your friend?" ”

Hua Wenqing means that he doesn't know either.

Han Yichen sighed, and continued to look down at the book. Ren Jie was so angry that he reached out to grab Han Yichen's book, but was pulled away from behind.

"Ren Jie, this is our class, if you make trouble again, I'll go to the principal."

It was Mo Xiaoran who spoke, she pulled Ren Jie's clothes and dragged him out of the classroom, and Ren Jie, who was dragged away, shouted for Han Yichen to be careful as he walked.

"Classmate Han, Banhua has taken a fancy to you." Hua Wenqing felt that the cooperation with Han Yichen just now was really interesting, and he couldn't help but get a little familiar, and began to ridicule Han Yichen.

Han Yichen ignored him.

"However, this Ren Jie is the most loyal suitor of Banhua." Hua Wenqing whispered in Han Yichen's ear as he spoke: "His family is very rich and has a lot of grudges, you have to be careful." ”

Han Yichen still ignored him.

Hua Wenqing saw that Han Yichen still looked like he had nothing to do with me, so he leaned back in his chair boringly, opened it and looked at it with relish, and chuckled from time to time, which caused his classmates to be disdainful.

But no one noticed that Hua Wenqing's eyes would take advantage of people's attention from time to time to glance at his mysterious tablemate.