Ye Haoran looked at the school uniform at the head of the bed with a sad face.

'Or... Destroy! ，

It is said that no matter how ugly the school uniform is, there is no chance to wear it again.

But Ye Haoran really didn't want to wear it, to be precise, he didn't want to go to school.

"Haoran, come out and eat!"

Hearing the shout, Ye Haoran reluctantly put on his school uniform, took his messy schoolbag and walked out of the bedroom.

He sat at the dining table with his bag thrown on the chair next to him.

An old woman in her early fifties carried a bowl of porridge and placed it in front of Ye Haoran.

"Mother Liu, I want to eat something clear at night, you..."

"Okay, I'll buy it in the afternoon and make it for you in the evening."

Liu's mother is a neighbor and her nanny, so she has nothing to do to clean up and cook breakfast and dinner.

In this life, he has no mother since he was a child, and Lao Tzu followed Xiao San to the south again, and he has been lost for many years.

It's good to live with my grandfather, but the old man will always leave one day, and when his health is getting worse and worse, he also left this world two years ago.

Fortunately, he left a few properties so that he would not be left on the streets.

As a high school student, the main task should have been to study hard, but he became the head of the family early.

I took a hasty bite and prepared to go to school with my schoolbag.

Walking out of the dimly lit corridor, you can see red bricks and green tiles, shops everywhere, and wide roads with miles of cars, but the crowd of people riding bicycles is like ants marching.

Carrying a school bag, I pushed out the newly mentioned ... Mountain biking.

No way, high school students can't drive cars to school, and motorcycles can't do it, they don't have a license.

Pull out your Walkman's headphones, put them on your ears, listen to soothing music, and ride your bike to school.

'Love hurts,

'I wept bitterly,

'I'm tired of crying~ The pages of the diary are persistent,

'Records of your goodness,

...

Don't say it, it's really interesting to hear.

The early morning sun shone on the ground, and Ye Haoran's bicycle sped by, bringing up a few leaves.

There is an endless stream of street hawkers, and people are in a hurry.

As we got closer and closer to the school, there were more and more people wearing school uniforms, some cycling and some walking, walking together in twos and threes, laughing and playing.

Ye Haoran sat on the bicycle and parked at the school gate with one foot supporting the ground, and was about to sigh when someone slapped him on him behind him.

"Hey, well!"

Take off one of your headphones and look over.

"Sun Jiaming, let's go, don't be late?"

Both of them were students in the first class of high school, and seeing that the time was getting tighter and tighter, they parked their bicycles and walked towards the class.

"Hey! Ye Haoran, your newly bought bicycle is so handsome, when will you lend me to ride it."

In the corridor, Sun Jiaming wanted to put his arm around Ye Haoran's shoulder to show his closeness, but unfortunately Ye Haoran was a little tall, and he couldn't reach it, so he could only put his hand on Ye Haoran's shoulder.

Ye Haoran walked to the door of the class, and said with a smile while putting away the walkman, "I like to buy it myself, it's not that your family can't afford it."

The classmates in the class were fighting in groups, and a few were busy copying homework.

The quiet girl is reading a book, and the eight women are telling the gossip.

Ye Haoran sat down in the position in his impression, and he didn't participate in other people's discussion topics, let alone read any study textbooks. ….

People are in the classroom, and their thoughts have flown into the distance.

It's a strange feeling, wearing the same clothes, the same age, and yet yet out of place.

Ye Haoran, who has long forgotten the feeling of campus, may have been attacked by the storm of youth, and gradually found the familiar taste in the depths of his memory.

There are five minutes left until the start of class.

A female classmate stood up and collected her homework from front to back.

When he walked to Ye Haoran's place

and whispered, "It's time to turn in your homework."

Ye Haoran didn't understand whether she was shy or timid, and she didn't even dare to look at her classmates.

The voice is soft and the skin is very white, although it is not amazing, but it is still attractive, and the temperament is different from all the other students in the class, there is no enthusiasm for youthful vitality, and there is no child's immaturity.

Combined with her unique expression, in Ye Haoran's opinion, she is like a big wrongdoer.

"Fang Wei, it's really rude to talk without looking at people, can you not look around with your eyes."

Ye Haoran's voice was not loud, calm as water, but it attracted the attention of others.

"Yes... I'm sorry."

Fang Wei didn't expect Ye Haoran to say such things to her, and she was not mentally prepared at all.

The white face instantly turned red, and the two hands were entangled, looking helpless.

Ye Haoran suddenly smiled and said, "You should watch me talk, there's nothing wrong with being confident."

After speaking, he handed the homework to Fang Wei's hand.

Fang Wei didn't say anything nervously, and took Ye Haoran's homework to find the next classmate.

After finishing his homework and putting it on the podium, Fang Wei lowered his head and returned to his seat, usually reading quietly, but today he couldn't read anything.

secretly turned his head to look at Ye Haoran, and found that Ye Haoran was reading an extracurricular book "Twenty Thousand Leagues Under the Sea".

Compared to this kind of book, Fang Wei prefers beautiful fairy tales.

But she silently wrote down the name of the book.

When the bell rang, all the students put away their smiling faces, and just as they prepared their books, the teacher walked in.

Classes are boring.

At least that's what Ye Haoran thinks.

Knowledge is not a very complicated thing for him, although he does not have a genius mind, and he cannot live long.

You can enjoy campus life, but he doesn't want to study, for example, the teacher talks about 1+1=2 every day, who can accept this.

Ye Haoran is in this state.

However, he was a little interested in this class, and this interest began when he met Fang Wei.

On the podium, the teacher spoke energetically, and the students fell asleep listening to it.

Ye Haoran was the same, and when he was thinking about whether to find a copy to read, a chalk head flew over.

However, it was easily dodged by Ye Haoran.

"You've learned everything!"

Ye Haoran turned his head to look at the other students, many of them were in the same state as him, and suddenly felt that the teacher was targeting him.

was named by the teacher, Ye Haoran didn't feel embarrassed at all.

He got up generously and walked onto the podium without saying anything.

That's it.

Under everyone's shocked gaze, Ye Haoran brushed a few strokes, and all the questions on the blackboard were solved by Ye Haoran.

The teacher's glasses almost fell to the ground.

The corners of Ye Haoran's mouth curved upward, and he looked at the teacher with bright eyes, then handed the remaining chalk into his hand, and walked confidently to his seat.

This wave of operations stunned all the children.

Including Fang Fen.

Ye Haoran happened to pass by Fang Wei's position, and with a slap of his hands, a burst of chalk ash floated in the air.

Ahem, ahem...

Fang Wei covered her mouth and waved her hand.

This shot woke everyone in the class.

The most embarrassing thing is the teacher on the podium.

"Ahem, uh-huh... Listen well in class, pay attention, if you don't work hard now, will you be able to make a difference in the future!".

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