At the dinner table, Lin Yong talked about being high, and half-jokingly said to Luo Xingchuan, “I can’t think of the scum from the two crane tails of God and I. It’s really hard of heaven to be able to have dinner with the first school bully of your grade one day. What do you think, is it God's will?" Lin Yong asked Ran Tianyi with double light.
Ran Tianyi didn't say much, and didn't pay much attention to Luo Xingchuan during the whole process. When Lin Yong was named, he smiled, and there was an indescribable irony and disdain in his smile.
At that time, the Luo family was bankrupt. Luo Xingchuan fell from the altar and became a laughing stock in everyone's mouth. Ran Tianyi is a Silicon Valley upstart. It is normal for him to look down on Luo Xingchuan. Luo Xingchuan saw his contempt for himself, and would not kneel and lick Ran Tianyi, using his hot face to stick his cold ass.
At the end of the meal, Ran Tianyi finally took the initiative to say to Luo Xingchuan, "The former high-ranking Prince Luo has actually become such a person, not a human, a ghost, not a ghost, don't you feel sad?"
Luo Xingchuan paused with the wine glass in his hand, and the expression on his face solidified.
Ran Tianyi glanced at him coldly, stood up, turned and left, several tall ghost bodyguards followed him, Luo Xingchuan watched Ran Tianyi go further and further, he still can't forget Ran Tianyi. Cold and proud back.
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The behaviors of poor students are quite extraordinary. In order to prevent poor students from affecting the good students, City No. 1 Middle School took out a total of 12 ordinary classes in the three grades of high school separately and placed them in the school's oldest teaching building.
To put it bluntly, just stay with the bullies, don't infect others.
Luo Xingchuan had never set foot in this old teaching building in his previous life. When he was going to school today, he went straight to the old building, squatting downstairs and smoking in the corner of the old building. The ordinary class students who saw him getting closer and closer were all shocked. Oh no, they don't study, don't be nearsighted, and don't wear glasses.
"My eyes have no flowers? That is Luo Xingchuan?!"
"What is he doing here?"
"Fantastic, let alone Luo Xingchuan, which student in Class 1 or Class 2 will condescend to come to their class?"
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When everyone was in doubt, Luo Xingchuan passed them by.
Class 19 of Senior Three is on the third floor of the old building. Luo Xingchuan calmly stepped up the stairs regardless of everyone's discussion. Behind him was a group of students who were not aware of what was happening, and only watched the excitement. There were students in the three grades from high school to high school. . The girls are all dressed up very mature, with exquisite makeup and brand-name clothes; the boys are all my best looks.
Luo Xingchuan walked to the door of the 19th class. There is no class yet. It is the morning time for self-study. Like the off-class class of No.87 Middle School, no one reads or studies. Everyone is playing around. There is not even a teacher who manages the class. -There is 360-degree monitoring without blind spots in the classroom. If anything happens, the teacher will arrive before anyone else.
Ran Tianyi was sitting in the last row and sleeping on the table. Like Luo Xingchuan, he was naturally curled. The difference was that his hair curled more severely. The hair is not all black, but brown. Just looking at the top of his head, Luo Xingchuan can recognize him at a glance.
Luo Xingchuan did not see Lin Yong. He stopped a student and asked, "Has Lin Yong come to school?"
The other party was very flattered and stared at Luo Xingchuan’s face. He was a boy who was overwhelmed by Luo Xingchuan’s face or was frightened by his glittering label.
"No... he didn't come, he has skipped class for several days."
This is indeed Lin Yong’s style. Lin Yong only scored 80 points in the college entrance examination (total score). The family paid him to enter an American pheasant university. He basically never attended classes in the United States, and finally got a diploma. .
He often said, "I want to inherit the family business in the future. If I learn something, I can make money."
But in fact, he didn't make a lot of money. Before Luo Xingchuan's death, the Lin family's family business was almost defeated by Lin Yong. He said to Luo Xingchuan, “I regret that I was young and naive, self-righteous, pretentious, and didn’t study well, and ended up at this end. It’s a pity that I understood these truths too late. I can’t go back in time. Opportunity, I will definitely work hard and become a master of study."
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Thinking of this, Luo Xingchuan walked to Ran Tianyi in full view.
Ran Tianyi broadcasted the whole night again last night, playing games and selling goods. The fundamental purpose of his live broadcast is particularly not noble. It is to make money. He doesn't want to follow in the footsteps of his grandfather and father. He wants to be self-sufficient! As a high school student, the money-making skills he can find for the time being is to play games and be an anchor to bring goods. Besides, reading the messages of fans every day can pass the boring time.
During this time, he made a lot of money, received countless rewards, and had considerable sales. The commission he received was much more than the pocket money his parents gave him. But he was not happy at all, because his most admired master in the game still did not go online at the agreed time.
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The one-night live broadcast lasted until 7 o'clock in the morning when his parents asked Ran Tianyi to go to school before he left the computer chair.
Ran Tianyi was too sleepy. He wanted to skip class, but his dad stared at him and looked at him with the kind of sad eyes that hate iron and steel. Whenever he mentioned that he didn't want to go to school, his dad would say what he did. The process of getting him into one after all the hard work.
He was so annoyed that he could only force himself to come to the classroom and saw the whiteboard—the classroom in No. 1 Middle School had no environmentally friendly blackboards and chalks more than ten years ago. They used whiteboards, markers, and huge projection screens. Like university teachers, they usually use PPT.
White makes Ran Tianyi conditioned reflexively sleepy, he just wants to bury his head in sleep.
While he was sleeping, he suddenly felt like a man on his back. He raised his head, opened his dim sleepy eyes, and saw Luo Xingchuan's face.
All his sleepiness disappeared, "You...you are Luo Xingchuan?"
The other party smiled and nodded, "Hello, Ran Tianyi."
"Do you know me?" Ran Tianyi pointed at himself with wide-eyed eyes. They are strangers.