Chapter 25: The White Lotus in Cloth
Yi Zhantong went back to the bedroom to read.
Qi Xingyan didn't bother, finished eating takeout, and obediently cleaned up the house before going to take a bath.
This time, he washed for a particularly long time.
……
Early morning.
Yi Zhantong woke up very early and left a note before leaving.
Xia Pengcheng was waiting for her downstairs.
At the door out of the compound, she glanced at the place where the fight had taken place last night.
Nothing—
Well, it seems that those people don't want to attract the attention of the security guards here.
Then she should be relatively safe these days.
As soon as Xia Pengcheng saw her, he immediately got out of the car respectfully, nodded his head, and looked like the little brother of the old boy in the Hong Kong film, which did not violate the harmony.
"Big brother!"
"Young master, young master, slow down......" The driver immediately got out of the car, worried about Xia Pengcheng.
Xia Pengcheng disliked the driver, "Leave me alone." ”
turned around and smiled and said to Yi Zhantong, "Big brother, this is the breakfast I bought for you."
He was courteous before her.
Yi Zhantong smiled with satisfaction, took it and got into the car.
"Uncle driver, please drive."
The driver in front smacked his lips in dissatisfaction and could only start the car.
At the moment of sunrise in the morning sun, outside the gate of Huasheng High School, all kinds of luxury cars were lined up, and the young masters and ladies of each family were reading books in the car.
Only Xia Pengcheng's car drove directly into the school.
After they went in, they started their daily checks.
One by one, students waited at the door for inspection, and all electronic devices were not allowed to be brought into the examination room.
Yesterday, I signed up and received the test room number and seat number.
Yi Zhantong finished eating breakfast before he got out of the car indifferently and went to the classroom.
Xia Pengcheng followed her closely and spread out his examination room number, "Boss, I'm sitting behind you." ”
"Don't worry, I'll teach you."
Yi Zhantong hung his chest with his fist like a good buddy.
"No, I mean, you won't have a problem if you don't take the exam."
Xia Pengcheng explained.
"Ahaha......" guessed the wrong person's meaning, Yi Zhantong suddenly smiled awkwardly.
"Tong Tong—"
A female voice came from behind him, and Yi Zhantong looked behind him.
A girl waved at her.
Yi Zhantong immediately retrieved the information about this girl in his mind.
Her name is An Weiwei, her family is not very good, she dresses very plainly, but her academic performance is top-notch.
But Yi Zhantong didn't expect that it was this girl who was the language committee member of their class at the beginning, and when she received the diary, she received her private diary in front of the teacher's desk.
As a result, there was an article praising the school's grass and wood Han that was read by the Chinese teacher on the spot, which made Yi Zhantong a laughing stock in the class, and the whole school laughed at her.
An Weiwei and Yi Zhantong met, they are difficult brothers, Yi Zhantong's academic performance is not as good as her, and she is not a good student in front of the teacher, but the two were dissed by the whole class, the reason is their family.
The Yi family does not recognize Yi Zhantong.
Yi Zhantong did not mention the relationship between the Yi family and himself in front of others.
Even, An Weiwei still has a certain sense of superiority in front of her, usually, learning from other girls to make a nail, he ran to her to show off, and comforted Yi Zhantong a lot, and when her family was rich, she would take her to make one.
Yi Zhantong smiled at the beginning and did not speak.
It stands to reason that even if Bai Sulanke deducts her pocket money, Yi Zhantong's economic strength is much better than this An Weiwei, but the strange thing is that she doesn't refute, she still wears Yi Yanke's old clothes and uses a schoolbag that has not been changed for a hundred years.