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Jiang Zhu couldn't resist the original owner's parents, so he had to agree to buy a house, but he also had to set aside part of the money to start a business. Working for others like this is not a long-term solution.
The parents of the original owner, who was the only daughter, attached great importance to her proposal. They discussed it with each other all night and agreed the next day.
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Soon after the college entrance examination, it was time for the final exam for the sophomore year of high school.
Jiang Zhu finished a stack of booklets and walked into the examination room lightly.
After the last exam, every student has to return to class. The teacher gives a routine speech, assigns summer homework, and tells everyone not to play too crazy. Don¡¯t forget that the second half of the year will be the senior year of high school.
Jiang Zhu didn¡¯t have much homework during the summer vacation. She predicted that she would finish it within a week.
She wants to use the remaining time to take orders and try to sign up for violin lessons before the holiday is over.
After the head teacher finished speaking, there was a burst of cheers in the classroom, and everyone felt relieved.
The girls gathered together and talked about where to go shopping and buy clothes during the summer vacation, while the boys discussed where to play basketball.
"I'm going abroad," class beauty Feng Shasha said proudly, "I'll send postcards to everyone then, who of you wants it?"
The girls surrounding her raised their hands and rushed to run towards her.
Feng Shasha liked the feeling of being surrounded by everyone's eyes. She said with a happy smile, "Don't worry, come one by one and send your address and mobile phone number to my social account. I will contact you then. "
"Okay," many girls complimented: "The place where Shasha goes must be beautiful, you can send me whatever you want."
"Yes, yes."
Jiang Zhu put on his schoolbag and walked to the door, about to open it and walk out.
Feng Shasha saw her sharply, her eyes flashed, and she hurriedly shouted: "Qin Zhu, and you, I forgot to ask, do you like the scenery of Mount Fuji or the scenery of Hawaii? I want all of these places. Go ahead, I will also send you a postcard. Oh, by the way, where is your home address? Is it in the old city? I remember seeing it on the file before. "
There was no malice in the girl¡¯s passionate words, but when she heard the words ¡®Old Town¡¯, the students present all looked at each other with undisguised contempt in their eyes.
The old town is the oldest part of the city. There are forty-three classmates in the class. Except for Jiang Zhu, no one lives in the old town.
Feng Shasha didn't seem to notice anything strange about the others, and looked at Jiang Zhu with a smile, "Qin Zhu. Did you hear what I said to you?"
"No need." The girl turned back lightly and looked at Feng Shasha quietly. There was no impurity in her eyes, but she looked at Feng Shasha quite uncomfortable, "You"
"If nothing happens, I'll leave first."
Jiang Zhu opened the door, walked out, and closed the door again.
Feng Shasha stood there stunned for a moment, then laughed again, and thoughtfully gave Jiang Zhu a reason, "Qin Zhu is still so introverted, she is so shy."
Who here is not careful, how can they not see that Feng Shasha did it on purpose, but so what? Just like Feng Shasha said, Jiang Zhu lives in the old city and they live in the city center, which is enough.
The classroom quickly became lively again.
Jiang Zhu walked out of the teaching building and got rid of the suffocating atmosphere.
She hates such classmates. Although it sounds pretentious to say it, she still doesn't like it.
When she was seventeen years old, she had never had so many messy thoughts. At that time, she only wanted to have enough food and clothing, books to read, and, if possible, a cup of honey grapefruit tea every day.
She had not thought about where her classmates lived, what kind of families they had, and what they could bring to her.
¡°Now that I think about it, it¡¯s not only realistic for adults, but also for teenagers. It¡¯s shockingly realistic.
Walking to the door of the teaching building, the afternoon sunshine was warm and unbridled.
She took out a parasol from her schoolbag and walked out.
The boy in front walked slowly, seeming to enjoy the heat of the sun.
The fluffy chestnut hair rises and falls gently with the movement, revealing extremely beautiful sideburns.
He was wearing casual clothes, gray sweatpants, a white T-shirt, and carrying a black schoolbag. His pace was leisurely and unhurried, as if he were walking through the most special scenery along the way.?
Jiang Zhu followed him as usual.
It seemed like she would run into him every time she went to school.
Walking not far behind him, I was used to seeing him being chatted up by various girls, some sending love letters, some asking for his phone number via WeChat, and some directly asking him if he wanted to go out to relax at night.
Except for receiving love letters, he rejected all other invitations.
He doesn¡¯t speak coldly, nor does he make people feel embarrassed. He can dismiss most people by just saying, ¡°It¡¯s not convenient to bring a mobile phone to school.¡±
Those who are smart will know that enough is enough at this time, and those who are more serious may say, "Then tell me your phone number, and after I add you, you can go home and pass."
At this time, he still wouldn¡¯t get angry, and there was no smile on his face. He seemed to be aloof and said, ¡®Sorry, I want to study and don¡¯t like playing with my phone.¡¯ At this time, anyone with a look would know to retreat.
Jiang Zhu has seen him rejecting others no less than ten times, and the state of his speech can even clearly appear in his mind.
His expression was very light, making it difficult to tell whether he was happy or unhappy. When the girl pestered him, he just half-closed his eyes and spoke quietly.
"Few people can really understand what he is thinking?"
Such boys are much more difficult to understand than those overbearing president Bingshan schoolboys in novels.
He is always polite, speaks in a leisurely manner, and has a calm tone. Even if there is a deep arrogance hidden in his eyes, he still appears to be extremely polite.
No one can come to him.
Everyone is his guest.
After watching him send away the last girl who came to him, Jiang Zhu quickly walked past him and ran towards the bus that had arrived at the stop. After swiping his card with quick eyes and hands, he stood in a very safe position.
The boys also walked up. At this time, there were already a lot of people, chattering together and talking non-stop.
After the car started, Jiang Zhu looked at the scenery outside the window, secretly wondering how long it would take to get home and how long she had left to do her summer homework.
She wants to finish her homework in the shortest time so that she can have more time to make money.
The bus stopped and stopped, and the people on the bus went from many to few, and then from few to many, stopping and going, and the cycle continued.
When the bus was finally about to arrive, Jiang Zhu turned around and realized that he was very close to the boy, in a state of reverie.
The boy was right behind her, and she could get into his arms by turning slightly sideways.
There is an extraordinarily clean smell on him, like the smell of mint, refreshing and cool, cold and light. (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com