Li Ao was relieved.
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The school Han Zhan chose for his three children was not an aristocratic school, but Wangdong No. 1 Middle School where Song Ci once studied.
The campus building is a bit old and the walls are covered with ivy, but the faculty is the strongest in Wangdong City.
Han Zhan had no plans to send his children abroad for further studies. He sent them to Wangdongcheng No. 1 Middle School so that they could take the college entrance examination and experience the sufferings of life.
The three children have their own detailed plans for the future.
Han Miao has a special love for the piano. She began learning piano from her great-uncle Jiang Shifeng at the age of three and a half, and has now performed on large stages numerous times. She plans to apply to the Hanover Conservatory of Music after graduating from high school.
Han Jun isn't into music; she's more like a wild wolf, enjoying excitement and challenges. She's a youth Taekwondo champion, an international youth sniper champion, and a champion of the Union Marseille shooting competition!
But Han Jun has no plans to join the army or become a professional athlete. Her goal is to be Han Zhan's proudest successor and create a new business miracle with her own hands!
The youngest, Han Zheng, lacked his older sister's musical talent, nor his middle sister's athletic and business aptitude, but he was particularly politically savvy. At the age of five, Han Zheng became a godfather to President Zhou Baoguo, hoping to pursue a career in government.
The three sisters each have distinct personalities. The eldest, Han Miao, is known for her wild ways, lively and energetic. The second, Han Jun, is cold as ice, prone to breaking people's arms and legs, a complete violent freak. The youngest, a smiling tiger, is incredibly cunning and has a knack for backstabbing people.
Over the years, the three siblings have fought with each other, united against external forces, and grown up through bumps and bruises.
Early October.
The National Day holiday is over, and a group of students who had been having fun returned to campus. They were like a group of sparrows flying in the sky, but suddenly their wings were injured by a slingshot and they were locked in a cage. They all looked listless.
As soon as the National Day is over, I start counting the days to New Year’s Day on my fingers.
Han Miao went to France for National Day. Coleman, now old, had given his final piano concert in Paris a few days ago. Han Miao was invited as a guest and performed at Coleman's concert, which was featured in international newspapers.
That morning, the three Han siblings arrived at school in a car. The youngest went to the junior high school building, while the eldest and second oldest went straight to the senior high school building. Han Jun, a brilliant student, was placed directly in Class 205, while Han Miao, a poor student, was placed in Class 222.
Wangdongcheng no longer separated classes into arts and science, but they still had distinctions between top students and average students. Class 05 was a test class for top students, while Class 22 was a group of average students.
Han Jun's classroom is on the top floor, and Han Miao's classroom is on the basement floor.
Han Miao is multi-talented, beautiful, wealthy, and humble. A few days ago, photos of her performance in Paris were published in international newspapers. As soon as the celebrity arrived in the classroom, she immediately attracted everyone's attention.
But Han Miao was already used to being noticed. She walked to the second-to-last row and sat down. She put down her schoolbag, fished out some chocolate from it, and handed it to her favorite female monitor. "Here, Tianbao, some chocolate. I brought it back from Paris."
Class monitor Lin Yutian is a petite and cute girl, about 1.6 meters tall. Han Miao likes to be friends with cute girls the most, and she looks the tallest when they walk together.
She hated playing with Han Jun the most.
Lin Yutian took the chocolate and said to Han Miao, "Miaomiao, there will be a transfer student coming to our class today. I heard he's from the United States."
Han Miao played with the monitor's pigtails and stared at the small black mole on the back of her neck. She said, "Don't panic. Unless the king of heaven comes, you will always be my favorite." As soon as she finished speaking, Han Miao noticed that the noisy classroom suddenly became quiet.
Um?
Han Miao heard the squad leader gasp, "So handsome!"
Han Miao raised his head and looked past the class monitor's black head towards the classroom door.
At the door of the classroom, a thin boy was standing there.
He was wearing a minimalist black shirt tucked into casual black trousers. He was just over 5'7" and still growing, but the proportions of his legs were incredible. If he grew another two years, all the top male models in those magazines would have to step aside and call him "big brother."
The boy was very thin, with his black shirt buttoned only to the top button. His collarbone was not visible, but his protruding Adam's apple was visible.
His chin is rounded, not the pointy chin that's so fashionable these days. His nose is thin, narrow, and has a high root. If that nose appeared on someone else's face, you'd think it had been surgically altered, but on his face, it would seem insulting.
A pretty nose wouldn't be enough; even her eyes looked like they were painted. Those peach-shaped eyes, with their narrow, long, naturally upturned corners, looked like clouds and mist. If she looked at someone seriously, they would be willing to undress for her. But if she glanced at someone coldly, they would be terrified.
Han Miao stared at the man for a long while, and finally exclaimed in a low voice, "Oh my god, I saw a male immortal!"
Han Miao had never seen anyone as good-looking as her among his peers.
In an instant, Han Miao felt that he had fallen in love and could start thinking of a name for his future child.
The boy stood at the door of the classroom and looked around. When he saw the only empty table, he walked straight over.
The table was temporarily placed in the last row near the back door. He put down his schoolbag, not knowing what to do next, so he sat upright and did nothing.
A hand stretched out in front of Lin Yutian, and when she came to her senses, the chocolate on the table had been taken away by Han Miao.
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