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

Hearing about his beautiful sister, Hua Tingjue rarely spoke harshly and rejected him seriously: "I don't want it."

In his previous life, he only knew how to live a life of debauchery and knew nothing else, so he must never mess around in this life, especially in relationships between men and women!

He is still waiting to be a good father after Yu Yu is born.

Thinking of his daughter, he smiled.

Wen Yanlin didn't notice the change in his expression, so he didn't take his words seriously: "Okay, okay, you can choose when the time comes."

Hua Tingjue: “…”

The three of them sat down in the back row of the classroom in a carefree manner. Every student in the International Department was going to study abroad in the future and did not have to worry about the college entrance examination at all, especially their Class A, which was full of students from wealthy families with prominent family backgrounds.

However, most of them are second-generation rich people who do not need to inherit the family business and live off the wealth, headed by Hua Tingjue, Song Yian, Wen Yanlin and others.

As soon as Hua Tingjue sat down, people swarmed over and chattered.

"Brother Jue, why did you come just now?"

"What's wrong with you? Are you feeling better?"

"Let's get together tonight!"

"Yes, let's prepare a celebration banquet."

"Oh, support, support, let's start the celebration party!"

This crowd of familiar yet unfamiliar faces made Hua Tingjue stunned, and his head was about to explode. Fortunately, Song Yian noticed that he was a little confused and blocked it for him.

He waved his hand: "Okay, okay, class is about to start. I'll talk to you later." Then Song Yian turned his head to look at Hua Tingjue behind him and asked him: "What's wrong? Are you feeling unwell?"

Hua Tingjue shook his head in distress: "No, just a little..." Before he could finish his words, the teacher walked in and their conversation stopped temporarily.

This class was math class, and Hua Tingjue decided to listen carefully. He felt around in the drawer, but didn't see any math books, so he asked his deskmate, Wen Yanlin, who was currently playing video games.

"Linzi, where is my math book?"

Wen Yanlin took off his headphones and looked confused: "What?"

Hua Tingjue could no longer bear his lack of knowledge and repeated his question: "Where is my math book?"

Wen Yanlin couldn't believe his ears and said directly, "Math book? Didn't you tear it up and make origami airplanes on the first day of school?"

Hua Tingjue was dumbfounded: "Ah?" It seemed that images flooded into his mind, and he seemed to remember the stupid things he had done, including tearing up the book.

"Yeah." Wen Yanlin agreed, spinning his pen coolly, and asked incredulously, "Why do you want to attend the class?"

Hua Tingjue straightened up and said seriously: "I told you, I have to study hard."

Wen Yanlin didn't believe it. He glanced at the teacher on the podium and asked Hua Tingjue quietly, "Did the bald guy catch you?"

Baldy is the nickname they gave to their math teacher because he is middle-aged and bald with sparse hair.

The reason he said this was because he didn't believe from the bottom of his heart that his childhood friend would study hard. They grew up together and had been in the same class from kindergarten to now, so they already knew each other well.

Brother Jue is studying hard?

How can it be?

Aunt Mu has given up forcing him.

That would be a mistake that you would have to learn if someone caught you doing it.

Hua Tingjue was tired, tired of explaining.

He really didn't want to talk to Wen Yanlin, this idiot, anymore, so he patted Song Yian's shoulder and said, "Yian, do you need your math book?"

Song Yian's condition in class was pretty average. He didn't listen much and fell asleep as soon as the class started. Anyway, he had a tutor at home.

He raised an eyebrow: "No need."

Hua Tingjue smiled with satisfaction and spread out his slender hands: "Lend it to me."

Without saying a word, Song Yian took out a brand new math textbook from the drawer. It had been three months since the start of school, and the plastic cover of his book was still intact.

This book was also opened by Hua Tingjue.

……

The problem of lack of books was solved, but a new problem arose.

Hua Tingjue doesn’t understand!

What are you talking about?!

Foreign language?

So he went from standing straight with his back held carefully in his hand to moving sluggishly and slowly, and finally he collapsed on the table due to exhaustion, his beautiful peach blossom eyes completely losing their luster.

Even Wen Yanlin, who was playing games nearby, put down his game console and watched his every move, until he finally saw the familiar look and continued playing.

Well, he said, how could Jue Ge be able to study? He worked hard to take the math test in the first year of junior high school, but his score was worse than his who guessed randomly.

He can have fun without worry!

The agonizing math class finally ended. Hua Tingjue seemed to have aged a dozen years in an instant. He looked listless and haggard.

There are more boys in Class A, and it becomes noisy as soon as the get out of class is over, with paper scraps and debris flying everywhere.

Wen Yanlin was jumping up and down in the classroom, playing with others, and later he sat directly on the table, playing with a silver lighter in his hand.

Song Yian also turned around to chat with them. Seeing Hua Tingjue acting abnormally, he asked worriedly, "What's wrong? You look listless. Have you not recovered yet?"

He is the more profound and self-reliant one among the few people, and can be regarded as the think tank among the brothers.

Hua Tingjue didn't even have the strength to speak. He was like a big limp golden retriever, with his hands drooping, slumped on the desk.

Wen Yanlin also heard what Song Yian said, and he came over: "Fox, do you know what Jue brother did in class just now?"

Song Yian guessed based on his past experience: "I don't know, sleeping?"

Wen Yanlin burst into laughter: "Hahahahahaha, on the contrary, Jue Ge went to class to study."

Just as he was laughing, Hua Tingjue glared at him and threw a pen at him, which Wen Yanlin caught skillfully.

Without exception, Song Yian was surprised and raised his eyebrows. At this moment, he really realized that something was wrong with his childhood friend, but he couldn't tell what was wrong.

"Ajue, are you okay?"

The only answer he got was Hua Tingjue's sigh: "Ah... why is studying so difficult..."

Wen Yanlin couldn't stand it anymore and said bluntly: "Why are we studying? We don't have to take the college entrance examination to inherit the family business, so why bother so much?" He pulled Hua Tingjue as usual: "Come on, Jue brother, let's go play basketball!"

He called out to Song Yian again: "Fox, go!"

Song Yian nodded: "Okay."

Hua Tingjue felt upset, and he refused again: "No."

Wen Yanlin was stunned: "Ah?" He was very puzzled, "No, Brother Jue, are you okay?"

Song Yian stared at Hua Tingjue in a daze without saying anything.

At this time, a sturdy boy came to the classroom door. He was wearing a school uniform, shorts of the same color, and brand new limited edition brand-name sneakers. He was holding a basketball in his hand. When he spoke, his canine teeth were slightly exposed. He complained, "Why didn't you come for so long?"