The clouds moved slowly, the sun set, and the school bell rang. Zhao Zhao packed his schoolbag slowly, and the chair beside him was dragged away. Shen Xinghe, with his bag slung over one shoulder, looked at him with his eyes slightly lowered.
Zhao Zhao ignored him and walked past him calmly. He heard footsteps behind him and someone grabbed his wrist.
"Remember to agree to my friend request." The wrist under his palm was thin and slender, and cold. Shen Xinghe's eyelashes trembled, and he subconsciously relaxed his strength.
Zhao Zhao shook off his hand without turning back: "Yeah."
Shen Xinghe once again stared at his indifferent back in a daze. His classmates left the classroom one after another, and he was the only one left standing there in a daze.
Coming back to his senses, thinking about Zhao Zhao's extremely cold attitude towards him, he became angrier and angrier, and kicked the table hard.
"Shen Xinghe."
Suddenly, a familiar voice sounded outside the classroom. Shen Xinghe looked up with a bad expression and called out honestly, "Brother."
The young man at the door was tall, straight and slender. On his neatly-made uniform was a delicate medal engraved with the word "President" on a red background. The light and shadow danced on his clean and delicate face, adding a touch of holiness to his excellent appearance.
The person who came was Shen Xinghe's brother Shen Chilin. As the president of the school student union, he was undoubtedly excellent in all aspects, forming a sharp contrast with Shen Xinghe.
"Get out here." The boy's words were particularly cold despite his gentle appearance. Shen Xinghe looked at his brother with his hands in his pockets and a cold expression, and slowly moved out. The next second, the questioning words came down on him.
"Father asked you to attend a meeting at the company yesterday. Why didn't you go?"
"I don't understand and don't want to go... Besides, don't I have you?" Shen Xinghe didn't dare to show any arrogance in front of him. Facing him, his momentum was much weaker.
"If you don't understand, you should learn."
"You don't understand investing, you don't understand the family business, and your academic performance is terrible. What else can you do?"
Looking at his brother who was half a head shorter than him, a trace of disappointment flashed in Chen Chilin's eyes. "Also, last time I gave you a million to invest, you ended up losing 10 million. It really opened my eyes."
Shen Xinghe didn't dare to speak. He looked up silently and saw that Shen Chilin's face had turned pale with anger. He whispered, "Did you bring the medicine?"
His brother was born with a heart disease and cannot tolerate too much emotional fluctuation.
But every time he meets me, it seems difficult for him not to get excited.
There were many students walking around in the corridor, looking at them.
This is not the place to educate my younger brother. Shen Chilin's face turned pale and he said coldly, "Come with me to the company."
Shen Xinghe had a sad face as he walked with Chen Chilin on the campus road. He responded to his brother's words intermittently.
"How is your study group leader?" Chen Chilin asked.
The study group plan was a student aid activity discussed by the Student Union. Shen Linchi had some selfish motives and specifically instructed that the top student in the grade be paired with Shen Xinghe.
Shen Xinghe paused, thinking of the aloof young man, and said unhappily, "Very good." His grades were impeccable, but he was too cold.
He had never been bullied by these people in his life, so he couldn't help feeling depressed.
"Well, if your grades improve, I'll reward him for you." Chen Chilin was willing to pay money for equal exchange, as others were paying for his brother's efforts.
"What's his name."
"Xie Huaizhao..."
"Okay, I understand."
Looking at Shen Xinghe's still casual back, Chen Chilin looked gloomy.
What the Shen family needs is a healthy heir, but unfortunately, the only younger brother is so incapable of the responsibility.
On the other side, Zhao Zhao was unaware that he was being talked about, and was still concentrating on his part-time job organizing books in the library. Seeing someone blocking the road ahead, he looked up with a puzzled and impatient look.
"What do you think?" the visitor asked in a frivolous tone.
The tone and expression sounded familiar, and Zhao Zhao had some impression of him in his mind, but he didn't intend to pay attention to him.
He turned and left without any hesitation. The man behind him tried to grab him, but Zhao Zhao dodged him again.
"Go away." He was annoyed.
The boy, who was originally smiling, suddenly changed his expression upon seeing this. He stepped forward and grabbed Zhao Zhao's collar without any hesitation, saying arrogantly, "It's an honor for you that I like you. Don't be so shameless, Xie Huaizhao!"
Obviously, the boy knew him.
Seeing that the boy was about to touch him, Zhao Zhao slapped him with a cold face, but this slap did not change his mind.
Seeing that he was about to move forward, Zhao Zhao kicked him in the stomach again.
The kick was not strong enough, and the boy held his stomach in pain. Zhao Zhao endured the pain in his legs and stepped back. Suddenly, he bumped into the arms of someone behind him. His legs went limp, and a pair of hands rested on his arms to give him support.
"Thank you." He thanked her casually, his eyes fixed on the boy who was holding his stomach.
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