"Well, I understand. I will inform His Highness."
Chen Yiru put aside his surprise.
"Then I'll trouble Butler Chen."
Sun Yu said something politely and hung up the phone.
After hanging up the phone, Chen Yiru called Ling Lanxin and told her about the situation of "Blue Star Technology".
After hearing Chen Yiru's report, Ling Lanxin was stunned for a moment and felt speechless.
No way?
Did your brother really win the prize?
After all, Bluestar Technology has not released any new products since the release of its first product. Coupled with the secondary problems of the old products, investors lost confidence, causing the stock price to plummet.
As for Blue Star Technology, it has remained silent on this matter and has not made any efforts to save the situation.
After so long, Bluestar Technology suddenly decided to hold a new product launch conference. It shouldn't be a rash move. Maybe everything is ready. Otherwise, if something goes wrong, Bluestar Technology will really be finished.
Therefore, it is very likely that 'Blue Star Technology' will rise again this time.
However, she didn't think that her brother had good vision. As an elder sister, how much her brother was capable of?
She just thought her brother was lucky.
…
Lanling Middle School.
Ling Zhou staggered into the classroom. The class had already started. He was obviously late, and the first class was almost over.
This made him slightly embarrassed and he was late for the first day of class.
But when he walked into the classroom...
"Ah! Is it His Royal Highness the Prince?"
"Oh my god! His Royal Highness is here for the first class."
"Am I dreaming? Normally, doesn't His Royal Highness always come to the last class in the morning?"
"Could it be that during the holiday, Your Highness has changed his habits?"
"Nonsense, His Highness never comes to class on the first day after a holiday."
"Uh! All right."
Listening to the loud noise in the classroom, Ling Zhou was stunned for a moment.
A middle-aged female teacher with short hair who was sitting on the podium was also stunned when she saw Ling Zhou. She was the head teacher of this class. She looked at Ling Zhou, coughed twice, and said, "Your Highness is here, come in and sit down."
Ling Zhou blinked and felt like he was attending a fake school.
He was late for class, and all his classmates were surprised that he came early?
The teacher kindly asked him to take a seat?
Cough cough!
Ling Zhou's pretty face turned slightly red, and he said, "Teacher, I'm sorry! I'm late for the first day of class."
His words caused silence in the classroom.
There was a sudden bang.
"Oh my god! Your Highness Zhou apologized for being late?"
"What? Is this still His Royal Highness the Prince?"
Dozens of students in the class stared at Ling Zhou who was standing at the door, and talked in low voices.
"Ahem, it's okay, go to your seat."
The head teacher coughed twice.
I wondered, has His Highness Zhou changed his personality?
Ling Zhou had a guess in his mind, knowing that this was the reason why he had the identity of a "prince". Of course, it could also be because his predecessor was too arrogant and overbearing.
Come to think of it, a few days ago in the palace, when Lingzhou got up early for his morning run on his first day, everyone in the palace was surprised and shocked.
He raised his chin, tilted his head back, glanced around the classroom, and found his seat based on his memory.
When Ling Zhou saw his seat, his eyes lit up. His deskmate was a cute little beauty wearing a white dress, with black hair and blue eyes.
This is obviously a mixed race.
But when he recalled, he found that there was no such little beauty in his memory.
By the way, I don’t think I have a deskmate?
I yawned lazily, not wanting to think too much. Anyway, my deskmate is a pretty girl, so it would be nice to look at her to feast my eyes.
Sit on a chair and open a book at random.
Seeing this, the head teacher continued, "Students, we are already in the last semester of our senior year, and also the last semester of our high school career. It's time to raise our spirits and fight..."
Ling Zhou was listening below and dozing off.
Lan Ling’s education model is similar to that of China in his previous life.
He is now in his third year of high school. According to his previous life, it is time for him to cross the tribulation. But this has nothing to do with him. He yawns, stretches, and lies on the table to catch up on his sleep.
He is lazy and sleepy. If he wasn't too weak, the little brother would still be as soft-skinned as a snake. He would never get up at 6 o'clock for a morning run.
After a few days of morning jogging, he felt much better. However, this caused him to suffer from severe lack of sleep.
On the podium, the head teacher took a glance and breathed a sigh of relief.
In her opinion, it would be fine as long as Ling Zhou didn't cause trouble.
The classmates around seemed to be used to it and were not surprised at all.
Only the girl who sat at the same table with Ling Zhou blinked and looked at him with some curiosity. Is this the arrogant and domineering prince as rumored?
It looks quite cute!
…
"Your Highness, Your Highness."
In his dream, Ling Zhou heard a tender and sweet cry.
He opened his eyes, wiped the saliva from the corner of his mouth, stretched lazily, and asked blankly: "Is school over?"
"Yes, your highness."
My deskmate next to me said.
"Your Highness."
At this time, a fat man came over and shouted, "Your Highness, I have booked the palace building, let's go have lunch."
Then, a large group of people gathered around.
"Your Highness, I just bought a yacht. Let's go to the sea for fun."
"Your Highness, the Asian Queen Liang Ziqi asked me to invite you to dinner."
“Your Highness…”
Ling Zhou, who was half asleep, was completely awakened by the chirping sounds. He picked up the book on the table, slapped it hard, raised his chin, and said with his head tilted up: "What are you all mumbling about! Get out of the way!"
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