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How could Yan Zisheng not understand.

80.00% of people's criteria for living well are whether they have money or not.

Everyone is hungry for wealth and power.

Eager to be justified.

Prices are skyrocketing, as if tens of millions are just that, but if you really want to earn, some people can't earn 200 million in their entire life.

Yan Zisheng grew up without restraint and requirements since he was a child. His grandparents did not treat him, and his father would never treat him. His mother only told him to be a man, and his uncle and aunt hoped that he would be happy and upright. People, only when his grandparents were still there, his grandpa told him: "Little girl will do what she likes in the future, and don't forget to read wherever she is."

"Sister, I want to stay in Tangcheng and try Zeda Food."

"You choose."

"The food subject of Zeda University ranks first in the country. I want to take this exam."

"Then take action, and don't let people say behind your back that you are just a fool relying on Yan Banjie. Forced to be rich for three generations."

"I..." Yan Zisheng thought of the hated father he never had the chance to say, and his grandfather's nickname "Yan Banjie", and paused. "I want to go to the best department and gag them."

Gu Lanqing didn't speak any more, and looked at Yan Zisheng quietly.

Yan Zisheng continued, "I just want to tell them that if I have something, they may never have it in this life. Some things are because of my luck, and some things are earned by myself. They don't have them because they have no ability."

Yan Zisheng has always had good grades. He went to a private school in elementary school, and went to the junior high school of No. 100 Middle School in high school. He went straight to the key class of No. 211 Middle School. Although he was not in the top ten, he was stable at around fifteen, and his rate in this class was 70.00. %, [-] and above [-]% of the eighth middle school intensive class, his grades are enough for him to choose a good university.

He can accurately deduce those few questions in mathematics every time. As long as it is not an accident and should not be wrong, Zhang Yan keeps saying that this is his skill.

But that's not all he can do.

Yan Zisheng went back to school after hanging the water. After Sunday, he was full of homework and classes, and he didn't have so much free time.At the end of March, there is a model, and there is less than a month left, and he still has a lot to prepare.

Fortunately, the college entrance examination is still three months later.He was anxious, but there were still a hundred days.

Before he left, he sent a circle of friends, saying, "If you want to add a deadline to your studies, I hope it will be 1 years."

He doesn't have many friends on WeChat, they are all familiar classmates, friends and family members.He didn't expect that the first compliment was not his aunt who always paid attention to him, but Xue Fang.

Yan Zisheng couldn't help but think of Xue Fang's small cut head, those clean and deep dark eyes, and the faint smell of the Mediterranean Sea.

Is a bad guy.

Yan Zisheng's own eyes are not black, but brown like a teddy bear's fur. If the sunlight is good enough, if you look at his eyes sideways, they will be crystal clear like a beautiful round amber.

But Yan Zisheng hoped that he had a pair of black eyes.

Brown eyes always make people feel gentle and affectionate.

Black, on the other hand, is stronger and calmer.

It also makes people unable to see his mood.

His hair is long enough, it can be completely tied up, instead of just a small knot, he grabbed his hair and tied it into a ponytail without using a comb. He left the turned off phone and followed Gu Lanqing back to the car. School.

From [-]:[-] to [-]:[-] on Sunday night, it was the weekly English test as usual. He seriously pulled out all the English thoughts in his mind, and he was no longer half of the way he used to be.

Fan Zhengyang was terribly frightened by him, "Yan Zisheng, I feel that you secretly studied behind my back."

"That's right, I'm about to reach the pinnacle of my life, great generations, will you tell me some additional questions later?"

Their evening self-study is allowed to go to the small classroom at the back to discuss the topic. Yan Zisheng tortured Fan Zhengyang for an evening self-study, and he understood all the questions in the wrong book that he didn’t know. He felt refreshed, even if his hair was tied casually. I also feel that every pore on the whole body is clamoring for coolness.

After class, he was just about to squeeze out Fan Zhengyang's remaining value and ask a few English grammar questions when he saw Qin Siyuan from a junior high school dormitory looking for him at the door.

He had no choice but to let Fan Zhengyang go back first.

Yan Zisheng was almost stunned when Qin Siyuan opened his mouth.

"Shu Xiuqi came to see me at noon today and asked me to give it to you."

A piece of beige paper folded squarely and carefully.

It was taped around the outside with light blue washi tape.

Shu Xiuqi's handwriting is still powerful and elegant.

There is a word written on the blue washi tape: "Yan"

Yan Zisheng has always been like this. He is the only surname Yan in the class, so he never writes his full name, and when others pass him notes, he never writes his full name. There has always been only one surname, Yan.

"I brought it, you can see for yourself, you...he will come back soon."

Yan Zisheng left with the note in his hand, and tore it up impatiently regardless of his surname on the tape. There were still many people in the class who stayed in the classroom for self-study and did not return to the dormitory. He didn't want to be a monkey.

There is only one line on the note.

"There is nothing in the south of the Yangtze River, let's talk about giving a sprig of spring"

The author has something to say:

My purpose in writing this article may be strange.

There is no prototype but there are.

Yan Zisheng is willful but not playful, has a temper, but is sensible and measured, strong and brave.

I am 13 and a half years older than my brother. While watching him grow up, I always hope that he can forget the evil that life has done to him and become a strong, brave, well-educated, well-educated person like Yan Zisheng who is still full of hope in life.

He is still young and doesn't understand some things and contradictions, but I hope it's like what I said in the introduction.

To have hope forever on the platform you stand on is to have a wonderful life starting over.