Back to youth, the child's mother became a female president

During the afternoon physical education class, Jiang Ruonan had no partner as usual. This was how she had been doing for the past three months at school.

A philanthropic entrepreneur recently donated a batch of basketballs and footballs to Yixi No. 1 Middle School in order to allow students to combine work and rest.

The physical education teacher plans to teach everyone how to play football today.

But when forming a team, everyone avoided Jiang Ruonan, as if she was some kind of plague god.

Physical education teacher Zhong Yuan couldn't bear to watch it anymore, so he asked, "Are there any groups missing people?"

He, a grown man, said earnestly: "Classmates should get along with each other in a friendly manner. It is fate that we are together."

But the students below all lowered their heads tacitly, their eyes wandering around.

Chen Zhilan felt a little sorry for Jiang Ruonan in the morning. She was a simple-minded girl and was about to raise her hand to say that they were short of people.

But Deng Lili quickly grabbed her.

"No, I don't want to play football with Jiang Ruonan."

"But……"

"No buts." Deng Lili even asked Chen Zhilan to choose between the two: "Will you choose me or her?"

Chen Zhilan and Deng Lili have been good friends for many years. Naturally, she didn't want to lose this friend, so she quickly said, "Of course it's you."

Ugh……

Zhong Yuan is a new teacher and has never heard of some things. He sighed silently. Every time Jiang Ruonan is left alone, he, as a physical education teacher, feels a little guilty.

He decided to respect the students and asked Jiang Ruonan, "Does Jiang want to play football?"

"Do not want to."

The word "I don't want to" was so clear and crisp that it almost choked Zhong Yuan. He paused for three seconds and nodded blankly: "Okay, then you can rest over there."

Jiang Ruonan didn't feel embarrassed at all. After finishing her own work, she went straight to the steps in the shade and sat down, taking out her vocabulary book to memorize words.

She looks straight ahead and is not interested in worldly matters, as if there is a barrier between her and the outside world.

While teaching them how to play football, Zhong Yuan glanced in the direction of Jiang Ruonan. She looked straight ahead and was indifferent to the world, as if there was a barrier between her and the outside world.

Ugh……

He shook his head.

……

Beicheng No.1 Middle School.

Hua Tingjue can finally return to school today.

He was going to meet his good buddies again, those like-minded second-generation rich friends from his previous life.

When they arrived at the gate of No. 1 Middle School, the driver stopped the car. Hua Tingjue put on his schoolbag and jumped out happily, waving to the driver: "Uncle Chen, I'm leaving."

Uncle Chen nodded and said, "Okay, Third Master."

Beicheng No. 1 Middle School has a long history. It was founded by the Mu family and three other families during the war period. The current principals are all from the Mu family.

Because of its strong financial resources, No. 1 Middle School has a very good environment, covers a vast area, and has magnificent and imposing buildings. The gold-plated inscriptions on the door are shining with golden light. It is the middle school that countless people in the north city are scrambling to send their children to.

Hua Tingjue's grades were not very good, so he entered the international department. The Hua family just hoped that he would not be idle now and have a place to study. Anyway, it would be enough to send him abroad to buy a university diploma in three years.

With an indescribable feeling, Hua Tingjue walked towards Class A of the International Department. Looking at the familiar yet unfamiliar faces in the corridor, the youthful spirit came over him, and he finally felt like he was sixteen years old again.

Suddenly, someone patted him on the shoulder from behind.

The man complained excitedly: "Brother Jue, why did you come just now? Didn't you say the wound was not serious? We have been waiting for you for several days!"

Hua Tingjue heard a youthful and familiar voice, turned around, and sure enough, saw the face of his best friend Wen Yanlin. The middle-aged uncle suddenly turned into a student. For some reason, he couldn't help laughing out loud.

"Pfft..." He held his stomach and laughed continuously, shouting in a mature tone: "Yanlin, you..."

Wen Yanlin was confused and scratched his head in shock. What was Jue Ge laughing at? Why was he laughing like that? Did he not wash his face clean today?

Wen Yanlin looks like a typical sunny and cool boy, with blonde hair, a bright smile, and headphones on his head. He wears a school uniform suit jacket on his arm, a brown skull T-shirt underneath, designer flared jeans, a thick chain, and a jewel brooch on his chest.

Don’t ask whether the gems are real or not. The only thing you need to know is that my family is in the jewelry business and there are plenty of mines!

"No, Jue brother, how long are you going to laugh?"

"Hey, that's enough."

"Enough is enough."

A familiar voice came from the corridor, teasing Wen Yanlin: "Wow, our Linzi can speak idioms now."

The man was wearing a well-tailored Western school uniform, a white shirt and a V-neck knitted sweater, with his tie tied meticulously, exuding a scholarly spirit.

There was a smile on the corner of his mouth, and his eyes on his handsome face looked at people nonchalantly.

Hua Tingjue and Wen Yanlin turned their heads and shouted at the same time.

"Yi An?!"

"fox?"

Wen Yanlin was so angry that he rushed up to argue: "No, why can't I say idioms? I'm not illiterate. After all, I ranked second to last in the last exam."

After he finished speaking, there was complete silence all around.

Song Yian curved his fox eyes and tried his best to suppress the corners of his lips.

Hua Tingjue, who ranked last in the exam: "..."

His face darkened, and he grinned, "Linzi, what do you mean?"

Wen Yanlin put one hand around Hua Tingjue's shoulders and touched his shoulders like a good brother: "Hey, Jue brother, it's not uncommon for you to be the last. Why do we brothers mind it so much?"

Hua Tingjue sneered: "Haha, I will definitely make you look at me with new eyes."

Wen Yanlin and Song Yian looked at him as if he were a fool, which made Hua Tingjue a little annoyed: "What are you looking at? Don't you believe it?"

Hua Tingjue has a delicate and handsome appearance, with peach blossom eyes that are unruly and bright, and reveal a rare determination in his eyes, which are particularly dazzling under the morning sun.

"I will study hard from today on."

Immediately after he said this, both of them couldn't help but burst into laughter, even Song Yian, who was always reserved, couldn't help laughing.

"hahahahahahahaha!"

They said in unison: "You want to study?!"

Wen Yanlin laughed like a pig, "Hahahahahahaha no, Jue brother, if you said you picked up two more girls today I would believe you, study hard? Forget it."

Finally, he said: "Don't struggle, we are destined to protect each other."

Hua Tingjue was so angry at their reaction that he pulled away Wen Yanlin's hand on his shoulder and cursed, "Go away."

Song Yian also laughed and teased him: "Yeah, Jue, are you okay?"

It's no wonder that the childhood friends were surprised. After all, everyone would laugh when a naive and innocent dude suddenly starts to work hard.

Everyone in North City knows that the third young master of the Hua family is the most dissolute of all. In sharp contrast to his two older brothers, he is a hopeless piece of mud.

Hua Tingjue was distressed: "Why are you guys like this?"

Song Yian had no choice but to follow his words: "Okay, okay, you study if you want to study, okay."

Hua Tingjue always felt that his words were insincere. Just as he was about to say something, the class bell rang. Song Yian and Wen Yanlin smiled at each other with their backs to him, and then embraced him as they walked into the classroom.

Just pamper him, their group’s favorite childhood friend.

Hua Tingjue was pushed away before he could react, and he shouted at the top of his voice: "I'm serious!"

Song Yian answered perfunctorily: "It's real, more real than gold!"

Wen Yanlin went even further and started discussing a plan to skip class: "Hey, which KTV should we go to today? My cousin just opened a new game hall on North Street and I want to go play billiards. I'll bring a few pretty sisters over to show my support."

When Hua Tingjue heard what he said, he knew they didn't take it seriously at all!

He must prove it to everyone!

But Wen Yanlin patted his shoulder with a good brother expression: "Don't worry, I will arrange the most beautiful one for you!"