It wasn't until later that Zhuang Zhuang said that his first impression of Ling Ai was withdrawn. That year, Ling Ai was only 14 years old and transferred to a boarding high school where Zhuang Yan was located. Because of family changes, this girl had to adapt to a new environment.

High school is heavy, but polarizing. The first year of high school has not yet been classified, and the situation in the class can be said to be mixed. "Don't talk, this is a new transfer student in our class, everyone knows each other." The head teacher's words made the class suddenly silent.

The reactions of the students were different, with the boys in the back row showing playful expressions and the girls being relatively cold. Just about to make a sensation, the head teacher knocked on the table with a serious face: "What are you doing noisy!" Let's get to know each other after class, you sit next to that boy, what should you do, it's high school, you don't have a ...... at all."

The boy next to Ling Ai was a Sven teenager, wearing black-framed glasses, wearing a school uniform, neat short hair, looking expressionless, a very clean, jade-like boy.

"This class is politics, you can read my book first." Later, I learned that this boy's name is Zhuang Yan, and he is the top student in the class, a learning role model in the eyes of the teacher, and an assistant for further education. But this has nothing to do with her, Ling Ai is a person who doesn't like to learn very much, and she can't imagine what friction she will have with him in the future.

There is no difference between going to and from class for Ling Ai, since his father Ling Rui was unemployed and laid off, his life has changed dramatically. She wasn't interested in listening to the class, and she wasn't interested in paying attention to this gay table, she only cared that he smelled good, but how to adapt to the new environment made her very anxious.

In the face of cross-examination by her classmates, she politely squeezed out a few words and made an excuse to leave the classroom. The school is not big, and it is much worse than the previous high school. Ling Ai's family conditions are very good, his father invested in a small business in his early years, although he is not a rich man, but the family conditions are still very enviable.

It turned out that she went to an aristocratic school, and no one expected that before the first year of high school, her father would go bankrupt and the company would go bankrupt, leaving a pile of debts. Everything was too sudden, her mother Han Xianglei washed her face with tears all day long, and her health was not very good, Ling Rui became depressed, drinking heavily every day, and Ling Ai's living expenses and tuition fees became a problem.

Ling Ai sat on a bench on the edge of the playground and fell into thought, and was brought back to reality by the phone. "Hey, Little Joe." This is her best friend, who is also small, and her name is Qu Zhiqiao. Unlike her, her best friend's family is super rich, and she called mainly to inquire about the environment of Ling Ai's new school, and the two girls chatted happily and missed the class bell.

"Aren't you going to class?" The voice behind her frightened Ling Ai almost lost her phone, and stood behind her solemnly holding a stack of books, a hint of apology flashed on her face. "It's been five minutes since the class bell rang, and the head teacher is not so easy to speak." When she was about to arrive at the door of the classroom, she solemnly handed her a small part of the book in her hand, and the head teacher did not speak, nodding and signaling them to come in.

In the class, Ling Ai never takes the initiative to talk to others, but she is good-looking and can dress up, and the male classmates in the class like to play with her, and the solemn evaluation of her is true: she sleeps in and out of class. In this way, I slept until the second grade of high school.

"You choose liberal arts?" A solemn glance at the registration form.

"It doesn't matter, I won't pass the exam anyway."