The next morning, Chi Han was called up by the housekeeper.

"Master Chi, it's time to get up, breakfast is already downstairs."

Chi Han sat up for a long time, and then he remembered the fact that he had returned to school.

In my last life, I was busy paying off my debts, and I left school to work part-time before I could take the college entrance examination. Later, when my life stabilized, I didn't go to repeat studies.

One is that the age is not suitable, they are all twenty-one, and the other is that it is really unnecessary.

When I was in school, I still had a dream of Qingbei and a passionate heart. After a few years in the society, this idea gradually faded away.

Now that he had a chance to start over, Chi Han's fighting spirit that had been suppressed for many years suddenly appeared again.

How many opportunities does life have to make up for regrets?

Chi Han's light chestnut eyes are amazingly bright, if he can't go back in a short time, then he must seize this opportunity to realize his dream!

After eating, Chi Han suddenly remembered what he didn't seem to be ready to go to school, and when the housekeeper knew about it, he silently took out a large bag of unopened books from the utility room.

It was a high school textbook that was thrown into the cold palace by the original owner as soon as it was bought.

Chi Han: "..."

If the original owner is still there, he will definitely give him a set of combo punches by himself.

Because it was a temporary school transfer, Chi Han didn't know what his classroom was, so he could only report to the Academic Affairs Office first.

A top-notch institution like No. 1 Middle School produces students who are not known every year, so the teachers who work here are more or less arrogant.

The Dean of Education is one of them.

The dean of education received a notification early in the morning that there were transfer students, and he saw a lot of rich children like Chi Han who came in through the back door and paid for it.

But it was the first time he had seen someone who dared to come to No. 1 Middle School with such poor grades.

Looking at the row of numbers that did not exceed 30 on the score table, the dean's brows were so frowning that the flies were about to die.

"Student Chi Han, right? You used to go to the No. 10 middle school in our city. With this grade...how many grades can you rank?"

Chi Han touched the tip of his nose and gave an uncertain answer: "...One Thousands?" The

dean had a bloody expression on his face, as far as he knew, there might be only a thousand people in the tenth middle and high school grades.

Isn't this the first grade? !

"Then you come to our No. 1 Middle School. It should be difficult to keep up with the rhythm on this basis. After all, you know the strength of our school. There are many people who are admitted to Qingbei." He threw it aside, with bright contempt in his eyes, "Then you can go to Class 19 to report, and the school uniform and school badge will be picked up by the logistics tomorrow."

Every school will have this kind of teacher who looks at people with their nostrils, and Chi Han is too lazy. He ignored him, put on his schoolbag and turned to look for the classroom.

When passing by the office window, there seemed to be one or two ridicules from the dean.

"...He's a guy who comes in with money again. Now, a group of children is not as good as a group. With this grade, I think his IQ is low when he goes out to move bricks..."

"Hahaha..."

***

Wait for Chi Han to find it. In the classroom, it was almost half past seven. It should have been the time for early self-study, but the classroom was chaotic like a vegetable market.

As soon as the door was opened, all kinds of laughter came like a wave, Chi Han couldn't help frowning, and withdrew to look at the Yanban card.

Yes, this is a classroom.

Thinking of the other quiet and quiet classes he had just seen along the way, Chi Han probably had a hunch in his heart.

The dean was afraid that he would be assigned to a trash class.

Chi Han: "..."

It seems that Father Chi just wants to send him to No. 1 Middle School. As long as he has a good reputation, it doesn't matter which class he enters.

He rubbed his brows, looked annoyed and found a place to sit down.

The teacher on the podium just looked up at him, then lowered his head and continued to play with his mobile phone, completely ignoring his intentions, as if letting the class fend for itself.

Chi Han couldn't help sighing, took out the book and opened the cover.

Not even half of the people who came to the classroom at this time were either sleeping on their stomachs or sitting on the table laughing and playing.

It was not until the first class, when the head teacher and math teacher introduced Chi Han by name, that everyone realized that there was one more person in the classroom.

Looking thin and weak is quite gentle.

However, those who can be assigned to such a class are probably not as well-behaved as they appear on the surface.

Chi Han gave a brief self-introduction with a calm expression and returned to his seat in the various gazes. The head teacher looked at him more, and a faint doubt appeared in his heart.

Looking at this child's temperament, why doesn't he look like a scumbag with less than 30 points?

The head teacher shook his head, took back his thoughts and started teaching.

Chi Han didn't hear it for five minutes when he felt something hit his back. He looked sideways and found that it was a rubber.

"Hey, new here! What about you!" A boy laughed when he saw Chi Han looking back, he pointed to the person on his left and raised his eyebrows, "Brother Fu is calling you, come and sit here. !"

The boy's school uniform known as Brother Fu was draped over his shoulders, and he stepped on the stool with one leg folded. Seeing Chi Han, he glanced at him with an aura of sideways.

The words "I'm a boss, don't mess with me" were written all over his body.

Chi Han: "..."

This person is Hanhan.

Gangs at school, elementary school chickens? !

He turned back expressionlessly, unable to complain.

Brother Fu: "..."

But this is just the beginning. During the rest of the class, people kept calling Chi Han's name.

Chi Han was so annoyed that he finally took the book and sat down next to the podium with a stool in front of everyone's eyes.

Although in their eyes it doesn't make any difference whether the head teacher is present or not, when Chi Han sits there, no matter how arrogant they are, they can't say those things in front of the head teacher.

Unless you want to be called a parent.

So in the remaining twenty minutes, Chi Han can finally listen to the class comfortably.

The things in the textbook are relatively basic, but because Chi Han has not read books for many years, the formulas and so on have long been forgotten.

Picking it up from scratch is a bit of a struggle now.

Chi Han took notes seriously, and the head teacher rarely saw a student who listened carefully to the class, and he also gained a lot of motivation and enthusiasm.

After class, the head teacher looked at Chi Han's neat notes and patted his shoulder with relief.

"I'm not afraid of being late for a good meal. I can still catch up with it if I start studying now. The score line for the second book is still very good. Come on!"

Chi Han smiled and nodded, put away the book and returned to his seat.

I don't know if it was his delusion or not. People who came and went would always bump into his desk intentionally or unintentionally, or bumped the book on the ground on purpose. Chi Han endured it twice, and when the third person knocked

off his pencil case, he grabbed the other person and his eyes were cold:

"Pick it up for me."

Grinning his teeth, he reluctantly picked it up, threw it on Chi Han's table, and ran away, staring at him with a bad expression.

After killing a few chicken jing monkeys, finally no one came to trouble Chi Han again, but no one spoke to him anymore.

Everyone regarded him as air, and walked over without looking at him.

Are you isolated?

Chi Han shrugged and didn't care at all.

In the last class, he discovered that the class was divided into two factions, one was led by Brother Fu, and the other was a tall and strong boy.

But he had absolutely no intention of joining in.

A boring trick played by a group of second-year teenagers, it seems that there is not enough homework!

The result of not joining on both sides is to be isolated by the entire class. If this is the case for ordinary adolescents, there will be a psychological shadow.

But for Chi Han, who has a juvenile shell, this kind of thing is nothing at all.

After all, the adult world is much dirtier than an ivory tower.

Until the end of the third get out of class, there was the sound of a wheelchair rolling at the door, and Chi Han's expression, which had not changed much all morning, finally loosened a bit.

It turns out that Rong Xu is actually in the same class as himself? !

Chi Han looked at the silent young man who came in with his head lowered in surprise, and his beautiful eyes were bent.

Who said that he was isolated, isn't that Rong Xu to accompany him?

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