Nanming Middle School has been in session for a week.
As the most expensive middle school in Shangjing City, Nanming Middle School has always been unconventional.
Firstly, not only does it have holidays earlier than other schools, but it also starts school later than other schools - this is not only warmly welcomed by students inside the school, but also makes students from other schools who know the truth jealous.
Second, extracurricular activities take up more time than sitting in the classroom! Every other month, students are organized to travel, under the pretext that relaxation will lead to better learning - in fact, it is just parents paying for food, drink and entertainment.
The last and most important point is the food. The school cafeteria not only offers many cuisines from different countries, but also has top chefs. The menu never includes weird dishes such as fried tomatoes with leftover eggs, fried dough sticks with cucumbers, stewed pork ribs with sugar cane, or fried broccoli with oranges.
Once, Nanming Middle School and a public school jointly organized an exchange student program. At noon, the exchange students from the public school went to the cafeteria to eat. They were stunned to see the exquisite dishes on the table that were comparable to those in top restaurants. After tasting them, they immediately knelt down.
Later, the student returned to school to report and share his experience. He proudly listed a long menu in the report and solemnly told the school's higher-ups: Only by eating well can you learn well!
The student finally achieved the achievement of being slapped with a bill by the school's upper management:
"It's not even dark yet, and you're already dreaming?"
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In a word, Nanming Middle School is expressing an attitude to the outside world in all aspects and meanings: if you have money, you can be willful!
In the eyes of outsiders, this is an aristocratic college, because all the students who graduated from here later became top figures in all social classes.
However, in the eyes of the people at Nanming Middle School, this is just a place for young masters and young ladies to spend their days, and only a few "excellent students" who are exempt from tuition come here to study seriously.
In the large classroom, the world history lecturer was talking incessantly at the podium. The students in the front row had bright eyes, while those in the back row were drowsy.
And the people sitting in the middle row...
Qin Yan leaned on the desk and looked out the window absentmindedly.
Normally he would spend his mornings catching up on sleep on his desk, but in recent days his sleep quality at night had inexplicably improved a lot. He no longer had nightmares at night, and those strange noises were gone, often allowing him to sleep well until dawn.
Qin Yan thought about it carefully and found that this phenomenon started from the day the old man was hospitalized.
——Could it be that he was secretly looking forward to his grandfather being hospitalized?
Qin Yan couldn't help but shudder. He shook his head decisively and quickly drove this "treasonous" idea out of his mind.
When he shook his head, the red line on his neck moved as well, and the subtle touch caught his attention.
Qin Yan touched the small yellow cloth bag tied with a red string, which contained a talisman. It was not produced by the printing factory that his parents had asked for him, but a gift from "Big Orange" to him.
The other party said that Qin Yan looked unwell, so he gave him a talisman. Qin Yan hadn't figured it out at that time, so he took it in a daze.
When he thought back on this incident afterwards, it seemed so weird.
As a result, in the following days, Qin Yan could only secretly peek at the other person's circle of friends and didn't even dare to say hello to the other person.
But the other party seemed to have forgotten him. She never contacted him again after adding him as a friend. Except for posting a circle of friends on the day she met him, there was no further news.
Qin Yan even suspected that he had added a "zombie account".
This made him very depressed. Who said he was successful in everything he did with both men and women? Others begged to add him on WeChat but he ignored them. He rushed to add the person but was ignored. It was a tragedy!
The more others ignore him, the more he wants to declare his presence. In the past few days, he has posted more on WeChat Moments than he did in the previous few months. Every time he posts, there are a bunch of people like and comment, but the only one missing is "Big Orange".
Doesn't this person know how to like back?
The more Qin Yan thought about it, the more upset he felt. No wonder people always say that people are cheap, because what they can't get is always in their **...
Fu Le poked him from behind and said nervously and excitedly, "Fuck! Brother Yan, look outside, who's coming?"
Qin Yan came back to his senses and looked out the window.
A familiar figure was standing at the door of the classroom with the head teacher. No one knew what they were talking about. The man's expression was relaxed, and there was a hint of smile on his handsome face.
Qin Yan was stunned.
It was magical. He was just thinking about this person when he appeared in front of him...
"This grandson actually transferred to our class. He really knows how to choose a place!"
Fu Le chuckled twice, rubbed his hands and said, "God is really wise. Dongzi and the others have been wanting to deal with this grandson for a long time, and he actually showed up at their doorstep!"
Qin Yan was stunned for a moment, and looked at him doubtfully: "Do you know him?"
Fu Le: "Isn't this Jing Lao Er?"
"Who are you talking about?"
Fu Le gave him a strange look and said, "Jing Cheng, the second son of the Jing family, didn't I tell you before? It's that cancer."
Jing Lao Er... Jing Cheng...
Qin Yan thought carefully about the connection between the two names. He seemed to have thought of something. His expression gradually became ugly, but he said, "You made a mistake, didn't you? He shouldn't be the person you said."
"Impossible!" Fu Le immediately retorted, "I would be able to recognize that grandson even if he turned into ashes!"
Qin Yan's focus was very strange, and his first reaction was: "What is your relationship with him?"
Can he be recognized even if he turned into ashes? Is this a normal relationship?
Thinking of this, Qin Yan's expression became even more unfriendly.
Fu Le felt a chill down his spine. His mysterious sixth sense made him make the right choice in the first place. "It doesn't matter. I just don't like him!"
Qin Yan's expression relaxed a lot, but his brows were still tightly furrowed.
Fu Le looked at his expression carefully. He felt that Brother Yan was a little strange these days, but he couldn't tell what was strange.
So Fu Le started to make small talk: "I thought if the Jing family knew that our school was haunted, they would not let him transfer to another school. I didn't expect this bastard to come anyway. You said our school is not a waste recycling station, but you send this kind of garbage here. Do you think the students here are all vegetarians?"
Qin Yan said coldly: "Who do you say is your grandson?"
"If you ask me, this kind of person should be sent to a labor camp for reform for ten or eight years before being released... What?" Fu Le, who was talking nonstop, was suddenly interrupted by him. He was stunned for a moment before answering, "Grandson, it's Jing Cheng."
Qin Yan continued in a cold voice: "He has no name?"
Fu Le: “…Yes.”
Fu Le was stunned by his cold gaze, thinking, Brother Yan, are you angry today? Why are you talking so sarcastically?
"Why do people have names? Names are meant to be called." Qin Yan said in a calm tone, "Seeing is believing, hearing is not. Don't believe every rumor."
Fu Le: “???”
What does it mean? Why doesn't he understand?
When he came to his senses and wanted to ask again, he saw that Qin Yan had turned his head and looked out the window, with a look that said "Don't talk to me" written all over his face.
Fu Le: “…”
But he soon found out why.
Because after class, Jing Cheng was brought to the classroom by the head teacher. Before he could introduce himself to everyone, he saw that "cancer" looking at them with surprise and said to Brother Yan: "Hi! It's you!"
Fu Le was about to sneer at the other party, "You are so shameless that you even dare to try to get close to Brother Yan, the number one boss in Nanming. Don't be so bold."
Before he could finish his words, he saw Qin Yan sitting upright, with an overly enthusiastic smile on his face. He nodded slightly at the other party, and his voice was deliberately low and suppressed: "Well, long time no see."
Fu Le: “………………”
Fu Le turned his head and looked at Qin Yan in disbelief.
His eyes and eyebrows seemed to be saying "Spring is in full swing on the branches of red apricots", the corners of his mouth were slightly raised, and his throat was rolling.
I saw him raise his hands, one hand unconsciously fixing the collar of his shirt, and the other hand smoothing the few strands of hair in front of his forehead that were blocking his eyes.
That movement, that look, that tone.
All of them are expressing an attitude - make way, I'm going to open the screen!
Fu Le opened his mouth wide, too confused to explain how he felt right now.
An idea suddenly popped up in my mind.
No wonder he was not allowed to be called “grandson”, it turns out he almost rose two levels in seniority?
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The author has something to say:
Many years later, whenever Qin Yan posted on WeChat Moments, the first person to like it was always "Big Orange".
Single guys left comments one after another to mock his "show of affection", their tone full of envy and jealousy. Every time this happened, Qin Yan would proudly pick a few comments to respond.
Jing Cheng, who was watching TV, said: "Have you finished using your phone? Return it to me if you have."
"Wait a moment." Qin Yan used "Big Orange"'s WeChat to comment on his own Moments: I'll always love you~ [heart]
I have tried all four of those wonderful dishes, and they tasted absolutely amazing...
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