The Class Genius Sitting Next to Me Is Always Trying To Flirt With Me

The midday sun shone into the room through the gaps in the curtains, and the dark gray quilt was hot and crumpled into a hill.

The air conditioner rumbled and delivered cold air, and the folded school uniforms were neatly placed on the bedside table.

A slender white ankle protruded from under the quilt, and the ankle was bulging with beautiful knuckles.

The owner of that foot kicked the quilt impatiently and asked vaguely, "What time is it?"

Ye Cheng's head was full of hangover pain, and his whole body was full of overindulgence and softness.

Last night, relying on him being drunk, Lu Xiao frantically struggled.

From downstairs all the way to the bedroom, he was brutally pressed against the window to satisfy his secretive exhibitionism.

Yesterday was the 60th birthday of the old man of the Lu family. Almost half of the elites in the industry went to the old house to celebrate his birthday.

As Lu's vice president, Ye Cheng went to several branches to distribute red envelopes and invitations, and was busy for several days without touching the ground.

In the evening, the old man drank too much. He held his granddaughter-in-law and did not let go, complaining 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, and he touched his Peking University graduation certificate, which was placed on the family album cabinet, and sighed drunkenly.

"Little Ye, the biggest regret in my life is that I didn't see that **** get into a good university."

Ye Cheng had heard him say this a hundred times or fifty times. He took care of the diamond-encrusted watch, and his expression was extremely calm: "Today is your big day, don't think about it."

The old man's face was wrinkled: "Our family is not expected to study for generations, one or two are prodigal things, I can't be angry! If only he met you sooner, he wouldn't be making 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 were to go back in time and let him 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.

All I can say is 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: "Xiao Ye, that kid used to be a mess, and he only interacted with some random people. Don't make trouble with him because of this. I have seen his little girlfriends, and none of them are serious. …”

Ye Cheng's movements froze, and his face turned cold.

Good guy, it's no wonder that Lu Xiao never talked about his high school affairs, and if he didn't talk about it, he lied to him.

After coming downstairs, Ye Cheng started drinking cup after cup.

Lu Xiao reached out to help him block from the first cup, but was slapped on the back of his hand.

The uncle and the second uncle gloated over the misfortune, watching the fun with a goblet.

He was aggrieved for two seconds, and then went up to stop the wine again and again.

After one night, Ye Cheng was still drunk.

He remembered that when he was carried by Lu Xiao into the car, he grabbed the collar of his suit and hummed softly and asked,

"You bastard, actually fell in love behind my back?"

Then Lu Xiao went crazy.

As soon as he got to the garage, he braked suddenly, pulled him out of the passenger car, pressed the door on the car and kissed him fiercely.

While kissing and arching, panting and pressing in his ear: "Who the **** is talking to you? I'm jealous, eh?"

As dawn approached, Lu Xiao paraphrased what the old man said, lying on the bed and hugging him from behind.

Ye Cheng sleepily pressed against his sweaty chest, and heard a low voice behind him.

"If only I could meet you sooner."

"I really want to go to high school and college with you, Ah Cheng."

Sunshine all over the place.

As his brain gradually recovered, Ye Cheng remembered how hard he had made him last night, and suddenly wanted to slap him again.

He frowned and closed his eyes, groping and rubbing his aching temples.

The person next to me is not there, 80% of them are cooking.

Since the two got married last year, even Lu Xiao's friends and friends have all sighed that the former **** has become a model of male morality.

Of course, Lu Xiao himself was beaten to death and refused to admit it, but that still didn't change the fact that his family status was low.

There was a knock on the door, and the lock turned.

Ye Cheng opened the quilt in a daze, and his voice was faintly hoarse: "Bring my clothes here, and next time you do this again, your sub-card will be suspended for a month..."

Halfway through his words, he was interrupted by a familiar female voice.

"Orange, get up and eat."

Ye Cheng suddenly opened his eyes and suddenly woke up.

Gao Qiulan pushed open the door and walked in, with leather gloves covered with detergent foam on her hands.

She said with a bit of pampering and helplessness: "It's already twelve o'clock, and the sun is drying on the buttocks, so why don't you hurry up..."

Ye Cheng could no longer hear what she was saying, and looked around in confusion, only to find that she was lying in the house where she used to live with her grandmother.

There are post-it notes 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.

Below the wall lamp, there is a familiar transport symbol, which reads "Pray for blessings at the Confucius Temple, and the college entrance examination will be successful".

Ye Cheng people are not good.

"Grandma?" He called out unconsciously, but found a slight change in his voice—

It is a bit clearer than the adult one, with the unique muted voice in the later stage of the voice change, which belongs to the taste of teenagers.

Hearing him calling herself, Gao Qiulan glanced at him angrily, and urged, "Don't act like a spoiled child, get up quickly. You said you were going to buy books in the afternoon, or you won't have time to go to school tomorrow."

Ye Cheng: "…"

Gao Qiulan said a few words to him, then turned around and went out.

I just left him to sit on the bed with thunderous thunder, and after a while, he remembered to pull out his phone to check the time.

September 16, 20X1.

Shit, he's reborn.

Back in my sophomore year of high school.

The southern capital in September is comparable to a stove, and the wide sycamore leaves cover the entire mountain and sea road.

The auditory feast of knowing is like a bridge, connecting the tables and chairs of the Nandu High School and the bustling road outside the window.

Everyone in the classroom is studying by themselves, and there is only the sound of paper and pens rubbing against each other.

Ye Cheng was sitting in the back row, with the book "Little Questions Crazy Doing" laid out on the table, and the phone screen below was on.

He tried to use a search engine to check the shareholder structure of Lu's, but he didn't know anyone except a few familiar people.

Then he opened the campus forum and searched for Lu Xiao's online name based on memory, but found nothing.

"Brother Orange, which school did you fill in for that mock volunteer?" Liu Panpan, who was at the same table, poked his elbow and asked.

All the activities in the attached middle school are ahead of other schools.

In the first week of the second year of high school, they organized them to fill in the college entrance examination volunteers.

The first class is a famous liberal arts class with the most well-informed information.

Everyone consciously avoids internal competition.

Liu Panpan looked at him expectantly.

At this time yesterday... Ye Cheng was still doing his best to socialize at the old man's dinner party.

He said casually from memory: "Peking University."

"I knew it!" Liu Panpan patted the table excitedly, and the front table turned to look at him.

"I guessed before that you would definitely apply for Peking University, what major?" he asked curiously.

"medicine."

Ye Cheng gave this answer without thinking much.

However, in his last life, for some reason, he was finally admitted to the School of Finance.

Everyone in the Lu Group knows that President Ye likes to study Chinese medicine, and even plans to change careers halfway through.

To this end, he also made a special trip to take the certificate test, and President Lu even invited the masters of the Beijing Academy to teach him.

A few months later, Ye Cheng obediently went back to the office to stay.

Lu Xiaosheng was afraid that he would be unhappy, so he quickly asked if the teacher was bad and if he should change it.

Ye Cheng said lightly, "Every line is like a mountain, if you miss it, you miss it. Just play it as a hobby."

After that, I stopped paying attention to this one.

The person in front interjected: "Peking University Medicine, you are awesome, Brother Orange, I can't even think about it. It is indeed the light of our affiliated high school."

In the second semester of high school, Ye Cheng got full marks in two major subjects.

"The Light of Attachment" was the nickname they gave.

Liu Panpan saw that he was neither salty nor indifferent, as if he didn't want to continue talking, so he diverted the topic interestingly.

"By the way, do you know that someone on the opposite 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, which separates the best high school from the worst high school in the city.

The "opposite" in Liu Panpan's mouth is the infamous Thirteen Middle School.

It is also the school where Lu Xiao is.

Ye Cheng heard Lu Xiao mention that after Lu Yaoshan and his mother divorced, he followed a bunch of **** brothers into the thirteenth middle school.

At that time, the old man was still abroad. Because of this incident, he and his father almost died of a heart attack.

In the second semester of high school, Lu Xiao dropped out.

A year later, he was sent to Canada by his family.

Whenever Ye Cheng asked, he always took it lightly, which became a knot in the old man's heart.

"Who dropped out?" Ye Cheng suddenly interjected.

Liu Panpan and the front desk 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-haired man who stole 200,000 yuan from his father before and was arrested by his father. This time he seems to have made a girl's belly bigger."

"So, No. 13 Middle School is a garbage dump." Liu Panpan pouted.

The attached middle school are all high school students driven crazy by their studies, and they are very sensitive to gossip, and the two discussed it eagerly.

Ye Cheng suddenly felt irritable. It turned out that the Thirteenth Middle School was more chaotic than he thought.

Liu Panpan said: "And that first brother, the wife is too arrogant. I heard that I haven't been to class since the beginning of the school year."

"So awesome? No, how do you know everything?"

"My cousin is from their school, or is my brother's fangirl."

"Mistress?"

"That's right, he's a junior at No. 13 Middle School. It is said that he often skipped classes before and was blocked by girls as soon as he returned to school."

"...Oh, it's the one from the Joint School Forum who ran for the Southern Metropolis school draft."

Ye Cheng listened to their conversation quietly.

Liu Panpan said, "Yes, it's him."

"It's really weird. My cousin said that his house drove a Maybach to pick up people, and he often booked a place to treat guests." Liu Panpan said strangely, "Why go to the 13th middle school with this spare money? Just send it abroad."

Ye Cheng gradually had a bad premonition and looked at him: "Who is the first brother?"

Liu Panpan was already shocked by his desire to gossip today, and he wanted to show off his connections more and more, and replied with a hint of pride: "It's the school grass that is said to have 3,000 votes, Lu Xiao."

Fuck, I'm really afraid of what's coming.

Ye Cheng no longer wanted to speak.

Destroy it.

The two people next to each other chatted for a few minutes before burying their heads in the questions.

The atmosphere of the attached high school has always been such that there is no need for teachers to sit in the class at all, because no one wants to be left behind.

Zhili outside the window groaned tirelessly, the sun gradually turned to the hollow, and it had reached the point where the sycamore leaves were about to be scorched.

The indoor temperature rose sharply.

Ye Cheng was sitting by the window, lit by the afterglow.

His skin was thin and white, and soon turned a little red.

He didn't speak for the entire period of self-study, just lowered his head and swiped his phone silently.

Liu Panpan glanced at his tablemate quietly, and felt that he was a little unusual today, but he couldn't tell what was wrong.

When the bell for afternoon self-study rang, there was also a faint bell from the 13th Middle School opposite.

Ye Cheng stood up, the chair and the ground made a harsh sound, and several people looked up at him.

Liu Panpan watched him go out through the back door suspiciously, turned his head at the front table and asked, "What's wrong with him?"

"I don't know, maybe I'm in a bad mood." Liu Panpan shook his head.

The screen of Ye Cheng's mobile phone on the table has not been turned off, and the forum interface of No. 13 Middle School is displayed on it.

The owner's avatar is James, and he posted a friend post.

Title: [Ten o'clock at night, LAMA bar, do you have a girl? 】

The following reply is about 100 floors, and the landlord only replied one, saying that it is to help a friend's birthday and need an atmosphere group.

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 the get out of class was over, many people came out for activities.

He walked on long legs without squinting, his fair 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.

The whole person showed a hint of indifference and arrogance, which attracted the attention of the passing girls.

Even in the high school attached to the school, everyone is still easy to have a good impression of this kind of good-looking and top-notch boy.

When he walked into the grade director's office, Director Gao had just finished a phone call.

Seeing him knock on the door and come in, he beckoned and said, "Come, come and sit, I've been looking for you these days."

When Ye Cheng first came to the Affiliated High School, Director Gao knew that his father and the principal were college roommates, and he specially invited their family to dinner.

Of course, Ye Cheng's father didn't have time to come, so he ended up inviting him to dinner.

"The school would like you to say a few words on the monthly test mobilization and share your learning experience." Director Gao said to him as usual.

At the same time, he pushed a document on the table.

"see this."

Ye Cheng sat opposite him, with a desk between them.

He put his finger on the document and pushed it back slowly, with a calmness that did not match his age.

Director Gao looked at him inexplicably.

Ye Cheng's tone was calm and composed, stared at him and said, "I have something to do with you."

The air in the office was quiet, and the sound of the clock on the wall was clear and abrupt.

The clear and smooth voice was as steady as ever, but what he said almost made Director Gao fall from the chair.

"I'm going to transfer."

Director Gao stared at him with wide mung bean eyes, his lips not moving for a long time, and asked, "...What did you say?"

Four words in a sentence, and a broken sound.

His face was in disbelief, his voice trembling, "You, are you going to transfer? Are you going to study abroad for high school?"

This can't be blamed on him. The first thing that came to his mind was that Ye Cheng's family thought that Nandu was too competitive 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 Thirteen Middle School."

Director Gao's face instantly brightened.