The midday sun shines into the room through the cracks in the curtains, and the dark gray quilt is scorched and crumpled into a hill.
The air conditioner was rumbling, and the folded school uniforms were neatly placed on the bedside table.
A slender white ankle protruded from under the quilt, and the ankle protruded with a single beautiful knuckle.
The owner of that foot kicked off the quilt impatiently, and asked vaguely, "What time is it?"
Ye Cheng's head was full of the pain of a hangover, and his whole body was filled with a soft feeling of overindulgence.
Last night, Lu Xiao relied on him to be drunk and tossed like crazy.
All the way from downstairs to the bedroom, he was pressed against the window viciously to satisfy his secret exhibitionism.
Yesterday was the 60th birthday of the old man of the Lu family, and almost half of the elites in the industry went to the old house to celebrate his birthday.
As the vice president of the Lu Corporation, Ye Cheng went to several branches one after another to distribute red envelopes and invitations, and was busy for several days without touching the ground.
At night, the old man drank too much, and he held his granddaughter-in-law not to let go, and complained with snot and tears.
Lu Xiao's parents didn't come, only the uncle and the second uncle were there, and they were stopped by everyone in the hall to drink.
The old man took Ye Cheng to the study room, touched his Peking University graduation certificate on the family album cabinet with tears, and sighed drunkenly,
"Xiaoye, the biggest regret in my life is that I didn't see that bastard get into a good university."
Ye Cheng had heard him say this a hundred times or fifty times. He adjusted his diamond-encrusted watch casually, with an extremely calm expression: "Today is your big day, don't think about it."
The old man's face wrinkled into a ball: "Our family is not educated for generations, one or two are prodigals, I am really angry! If only he met you sooner, and he wouldn't have trouble with his father as it is now."
You don't have to.
Ye Cheng raised his eyebrows calmly.
With Lu Xiao's stubborn nature, even if he was asked to go back in time and go to high school again, he might not be able to get into college.
But when it comes to doing business and playing with contacts, he still has two brushes.
It can only be said that everyone has their own strengths.
He moved his lips and was about to coax the old man.
But the old man grabbed his hand and said: "Xiaoye, that kid used to be a mess, and he only dated dubious people. Don't get into trouble with him because of this. I've seen his little girlfriends, and none of them are serious. …”
Ye Cheng's movements froze, and his face immediately turned cold.
Good guy, it's no wonder that Lu Xiao has never talked about his high school affairs. If he dared to say that he hadn't talked about it, he would be lying to him.
After coming down from upstairs, Ye Cheng began to drink one cup after another.
Lu Xiao stretched out her hand to help him block the first cup, but was slapped on the back of her hand in a daze.
The uncle and the uncle looked gloating, and watched the fun with a goblet.
He was aggrieved for two seconds, and went up to block the drink again and again.
After one night, Ye Cheng was still drunk.
He remembered that when Lu Xiao hugged him into the car, he grabbed his suit collar and hummed softly,
"You bastard, you actually had a relationship behind my back?"
Then Lu Xiao went crazy.
As soon as he arrived at the garage, he slammed on the brakes, dragged him out of the co-pilot, pressed on the car door and kissed him hard.
While kissing and still arching, he gasped and asked in his ear: "Who the hell told you that shit? I'm jealous, huh?"
As dawn approached, Lu Xiao covered up what the old man said, lying on the bed and hugging him from behind.
Ye Cheng leaned against his sweaty chest drowsily, and heard a low voice behind him.
"I wish I could meet you sooner."
"I really want to go to high school and college with you, Ah Cheng."
The sun shines all over the place.
As her brain gradually regained consciousness, Ye Cheng remembered how hard she had been beaten by him last night, and immediately wanted to slap him again.
He frowned and closed his eyes, groping and rubbing his sore temples lightly.
The person next to him is not there, so he probably went to cook.
Ever since the two got married last year, even Lu Xiao's cronies have lamented that the former playboy has become a model of male morality.
Of course, Lu Xiao himself refused to admit it, but it still couldn't change the fact that his family status was low.
There was a knock on the door and the lock turned.
Ye Cheng lifted the quilt in a daze, with a faint hoarse voice: "Bring me my clothes, do it again next time, your secondary card will be suspended for a month..."
Halfway through his speech, he was interrupted by a familiar female voice.
"Chengcheng, get up and eat."
Ye Cheng suddenly opened his eyes and suddenly woke up.
Gao Qiulan pushed open the door and walked in, her hands were still covered with leather gloves stained with detergent foam.
She said with a bit of pampering and helplessness: "It's past twelve o'clock, the sun is drying your buttocks, why don't you hurry up..."
Ye Cheng couldn't hear what she was saying at all, and looked around in confusion, only to find that she was lying in the house where she used to live with her grandma.
There is a post-it note full of words on the bedside, familiar school uniforms are placed on the cabinet by the window, and there is an open high school English book by the bedside.
Under the wall lamp is a familiar luck charm, which reads "Confucius Temple prays for good luck in the college entrance examination".
Ye Cheng people are all bad.
"Grandma?" He called unconsciously, but found that his voice had changed slightly—
It is a bit clearer than that of an adult, with a slight hoarseness unique to the late stage of voice change, which belongs to the taste of a teenager.
When Gao Qiulan heard him calling her, she cast a reproachful look at him, and urged, "Don't act coquettish, get up quickly. You said that you would go shopping for books in the afternoon, otherwise you won't have time to go to school tomorrow."
Ye Cheng: "..."
Gao Qiulan said a few words to him, turned around and left while muttering.
He was left sitting on the bed with a bang, and after a while, he remembered to pull out his phone to check the time.
September 16, 20X1.
Fuck, he's reborn.
Back to the sophomore year of high school.
The southern capital in September is like a furnace, and the wide sycamore leaves cover the entire mountain and sea road airtight.
The auditory feast of Cicada is like a bridge, connecting the tables and chairs of Nandu High School with the bustling road outside the window.
Everyone in the classroom is studying by themselves, only the sound of paper and pen rubbing against each other.
Ye Cheng sat in the back row, with a copy of "Small Problems" spread out on the table, and the screen of the mobile phone below was on.
He tried to use a search engine to look up Lu's shareholder structure, but he didn't know anyone except a few familiar people.
Then he opened the campus forum and searched for Lu Xiao's screen name from memory, but found nothing.
"Brother Cheng, which school did you fill in for the simulated application?" asked Liu Panpan, the deskmate, poking his elbow.
All the activities of the attached high school are ahead of other schools, and the arts and sciences class placement assessment is carried out in the first semester of senior high school.
In the first week of the second year of high school, they were organized to fill in the college entrance examination volunteers.
Class one is a well-known liberal arts top class in the attached middle school, and the news is also the most well-informed.
Everyone consciously avoids internal competition.
Liu Panpan looked at him expectantly.
At this time yesterday... Ye Cheng was still doing her best at the old man's dinner party.
He casually said from memory: "Peking University."
"I knew it!" Liu Panpan slapped the table excitedly, and the front table turned to look at him.
"Before I guessed that you would definitely fill in Peking University, what major?" He asked curiously.
"medicine."
Ye Cheng gave this answer without thinking too much.
However, in his previous life, for some reason, he was finally admitted to the School of Finance.
Everyone in the Lu Group knows that Mr. Ye likes to study Chinese medicine very much, and even plans to change his career halfway.
For this reason, he even made a special trip to take the certification exam, and Mr. Lu even invited a master from the Beijing Academy to teach him.
A few months later, Ye Cheng obediently went back to the office to stay.
Lu Xiao was afraid that he would be unhappy, so she hurriedly asked if the teacher was not good, and if she wanted to change it.
Ye Cheng said lightly, "Every other line is like a mountain. If you miss it, you will miss it. Let's play it as a hobby."
Later, I stopped paying attention to this piece.
The person in front interjected: "Peking University Medicine is awesome, Brother Cheng, I can't even think about it. It is indeed the light of our high school."
In the first semester of high school, Ye Cheng scored full marks in two main subjects.
"The Light of Fuzhong" is their nickname.
Liu Panpan saw that he looked neither salty nor dull, as if he didn't want to continue the chat, so he tactfully diverted the topic away.
"By the way, do you know that someone on the other side dropped out of school?"
Ye Cheng's hand holding the pen paused.
Shanhai Road is located in the most prosperous area of Jiulong District, separating the city's best high school from the worst high school.
The "opposite" in Liu Panpan's mouth is the notorious No. 13 Middle School.
It was also Lu Xiao's school.
Ye Cheng heard from Lu Xiao that after Lu Yaoshan divorced his mother, he entered the 13th Middle School with a bunch of bastard brothers.
At that time, the old man was still abroad, and because of this incident, he and his father were almost so angry that they both had a heart attack and died hand in hand.
In the second semester of the second year of high school, Lu Xiao dropped out of school.
A year later, he was sent to Canada by his family.
Whenever Ye Cheng asked, he always said it lightly, which became a knot in the old man's heart.
"Who dropped out of school?" Ye Cheng suddenly interjected.
Liu Panpan and the front table looked at him at the same time, thinking that he was not interested in this kind of gossip.
The front desk immediately said excitedly: "It's the yellow hair who stole two hundred thousand from his father before and was arrested by the police. This time, it seems that he made a girl's belly bigger."
"So, Thirteenth High School is a garbage dump." Liu Panpan pouted.
The attached high school is full of high school students who are driven crazy by their studies, and they are very sensitive to gossip, so the two started discussing eagerly.
Ye Cheng suddenly felt irritable. It turned out that the thirteenth middle school was even more chaotic than he thought.
Liu Panpan said: "There is also the first brother, his wife is arrogant, I heard that he hasn't gone to class since the beginning of school."
"So awesome? No, why do you know everything?"
"My cousin is from their school, and she's also a fan of brother one."
"Miss?"
"That's right, he is the No. 13 middle school student. It is said that he often skipped classes before, and was blocked by girls as soon as he returned to school."
"... Oh, oh, it's the one who ran for Nandu school grass in the joint school forum, right?"
Ye Cheng listened quietly to their conversation.
Liu Panpan said, "Yes, that's him."
"It's really weird. My cousin said that his family drives a Maybach to pick up people, and they often book places to treat guests." Liu Panpan said strangely, "Why do you go to No. 13 Middle School if you have this spare money? Just send it abroad."
Ye Cheng gradually had a bad feeling, and looked at him: "Who is the first brother?"
Liu Panpan was already shocked by his desire to gossip today, and wanted to show off his connections even more, so he replied with a hint of complacency: "It's the school girl who is said to have 3,000 votes, Lu Xiao."
Fuck, I'm really afraid of something.
Ye Cheng didn't want to talk anymore.
destroy it.
The two next to each other chatted for a few minutes, and then went to brush up the questions.
The atmosphere in the attached middle school has always been like this, and there is no need for teachers to attend classes at all, because no one wants to fall behind.
Cicada outside the window moaned tirelessly, and the sunlight gradually turned towards the hollow, to the point where it was almost scorching the leaves of the sycamore tree.
The temperature in the room rose sharply.
Ye Cheng sat by the window, illuminated by the afterglow.
His skin was thin and fair, and it turned red after a while.
He didn't speak any more during the whole self-study session, and swiped his phone silently with his head bowed.
Liu Panpan quietly glanced at his deskmate, feeling that he was a bit unusual today, but he couldn't tell what was wrong.
When the bell rang for the end of self-study in the afternoon, there was also a faint bell from the 13th Middle School opposite.
Ye Cheng stood up, the chair and the ground scraped harshly, and several people looked up at him.
Liu Panpan looked at him suspiciously as he walked out the back door, and the front desk turned around and asked, "What's wrong with him?"
"I don't know, maybe I'm not in a good mood." Liu Panpan shook his head.
The screen of Ye Cheng's mobile phone placed in the belly of the table has not been turned off, and the forum interface of the 13th High School is displayed on it.
The profile picture of the landlord is James, and he sent a post asking for friends.
Title: [Ten o'clock in the evening, LAMA bar, do you have a girl?]
There were nearly a hundred replies below, and the host only replied one, saying that he needed an atmosphere group to help his friend celebrate his birthday.
Lu Xiao likes James, and it hasn't changed in more than ten years.
Ye Cheng walked through the corridor with her hands in her pockets. Just as get out of class was over, many people came out for activities.
He walked his long legs without looking sideways, his white and thin face was half exposed to the sun, his eyes were illuminated into a beautiful light brown, and the ends of his eyes were slightly raised.
There was a hint of indifference and arrogance in his whole person, which attracted the attention of girls passing by frequently.
Even in the attached middle school where there are many high school students, it is still easy for everyone to have a good impression of this kind of good-looking boy who is outstanding in his studies.
When he walked into the grade director's office, Director Gao had just finished making a phone call.
Seeing him knocking on the door and coming in, he waved and said, "Come on, come and sit, I was looking for you these days."
When Ye Cheng first came to the attached high school, Director Gao knew that his father and the principal were university roommates, so he specially invited their family to dinner.
Of course, Ye Cheng's father didn't have time to come, so in the end it turned into inviting him to dinner.
"The school would like to invite you to say a few words in the mobilization of the monthly exam and share your learning experience." Director Gao said to him as usual.
At the same time, he pushed a document on the table over.
"check it out."
Ye Cheng sat opposite him, with a desk between them.
He stretched out his fingers to cover the document, and slowly pushed it back, with a calmness that didn't match his age.
Director Gao looked at him inexplicably.
Ye Cheng's tone was calm and composed, she stared at him and said, "I have something to do with you."
The air in the office became quiet, and the sound of the clock on the wall was clear and abrupt.
Qingrun's voice was as steady as ever, but what he said almost made Director Gao fall off his chair.
"I'm going to transfer schools."
Director Gao stared at him with wide mung bean eyes, his lips were motionless for a long time, and asked, "... what did you say?"
There are four words in a sentence, and the sound is broken.
He had an unbelievable expression on his face, and his voice trembled, "You, you want to transfer? Are you going to study high school abroad?"
He can't be blamed for this, the first thing he thought of was that Ye Cheng's family thought that there was too much competition in the southern capital and planned to let him go abroad directly.
Ye Cheng looked at his pale cheeks, and said with a little reluctance: "No, I want to transfer to No. 13 Middle School."
Director Gao's face instantly brightened.