Chapter 1 Letters in the Mailbox

The letter was still in the mailbox.

The internet wasn't developed enough, and news didn't travel so quickly.

After personally sending out the bombshell photo, along with an embellished cover letter, Yang Zibo was still able to act as if nothing had happened, greeting his colleague Linda Yun as usual after arriving at the office.

As for Su Yehao.

He went to school as usual, arriving a little early today. He immediately lowered his head to read, copying poems and reciting them while practicing traditional characters.

Since he had to kill time in class anyway, he might as well study diligently.

Seeing Su Yehao burying himself in his studies, Huang Zewen, the second-generation rich kid at the next table, was once again bewildered!

Taking advantage of the teacher's absence, Huang Zewen spoke in a praising, yet mocking tone:

"Are you kidding me? You're actually reading again!? Aren't you supposed to be fighting with me for the title of school bully? Show some spirit, big shot! What's the point of studying this stuff! I know your family is in a difficult situation, but you don't have to work so hard! Please, wake up!"

"…I'm reading my book, what are you getting so worked up about?" Su Yehao asked, puzzled and confused.

His old friend, Bumpy Tooth Jun, had a pretty good background. Although he wasn't that rich, he certainly wasn't someone who could be easily bullied.

Bumpy Tooth Jun, not afraid of Huang Zewen, explained with a hint of teasing, "If Brother Hao's grades go up, wouldn't he be at the bottom of the grade every day, forced to kneel in the ancestral hall when he gets home? It would be so embarrassing."

Hearing this, Su Yehao suddenly understood. He looked at Huang Zewen and said:

"Then you're doomed. A few days ago, when I was sleeping, the Star of Literature descended and insisted on enlightening me. Knowledge points are just pouring into my head like they're free, saving me ten years of detours and making me self-taught."

Before Huang Zewen could speak, Bumpy Tooth Jun took it seriously and praised, "Really? Brother Hao, isn't that like having a master transmit their power, opening up your Ren and Du meridians?"

His face darkened even more, Huang Zewen waved his hand, saying with a frustrated expression:

"You're a psycho, the big brother's abnormal, and the little brother's a madman too. No wonder you guys get along so well!"

……

Yesterday in class, the desk to his left had been empty.

Originally, Su Yehao had been hoping that one of the other two campus belles would be his desk mate.

Today, the main character arrived, coughing incessantly from being choked by the wind, clearly having a cold.

The moment he saw this desk mate, Su Yehao almost couldn't tell if it was a boy or a girl.

The other person was about 1.7 meters tall, fair-skinned, with a rather androgynous and handsome appearance.

Then he looked down.

Okay, there was an Adam's apple, and it was as flat as a plain.

Definitely a guy.

After staring at the other person for a moment, Su Yehao suddenly remembered that this was also one of his buddies, named He Shaofan, with white ancestry on his father's side, a mixed-race.

He Shaofan had a pair of phoenix eyes that seemed to be lecherous when he smiled, nicknamed "Fox Eyes."

As soon as he sat down.

This guy nicknamed Fox Eyes summoned Bamboo Pole and Bumpy Tooth Jun, quietly opened his bag, and whispered:

"Yesterday, I happened to pass under the overpass and ran into the guy I bought discs from last time. The prices are fair, so I bought five at once, with Japanese, European, Hong Kong, and Taiwanese stuff! Now all that's missing is a place to watch them. I almost got caught by my sister last time, and I'm still traumatized. Who's house is empty tonight?"

Su Yehao had actually guessed it already.

When he leaned over to take a look, good heavens, it was indeed as he had guessed. The cover pictures of the discs were extremely explosive, and he couldn't help but curl his lips.

He just found it interesting.

Going to watch this kind of thing with a group of friends felt strange no matter how Su Yehao looked at it, and he really wasn't interested.

So he shook his head and didn't say anything.

However, Bamboo Pole decisively volunteered, saying he could go to his house tomorrow, and they could arrange another time.

After it was settled, the handsome Fox Eyes continued to take out a few cigars from his bag and handed them to them, saying:

"I stole these from my old man's cabinet. They sell for a thousand each, genuine Cuban stuff. Each one is rolled on the thighs of young girls, and they still have a faint scent of young girls."

He hadn't planned to take one.

But when Su Yehao heard that one cost a thousand, he subconsciously and willingly reached out his hand, trying to smell it. Through the plastic tube, there was only a faint cigar smell.

As for the so-called "scent of young girls," he didn't have the nose for it and could only rely on imagination to fill in the gaps.

Of course.

If he wasn't watching them roll it with his own eyes, it might be an old woman, or more likely a rough man.

Thinking about it this way, it became less interesting.

If Su Yehao remembered correctly, the He family was in the transportation business, mainly concentrated in the ports of Hong Kong, and they were also quite wealthy.

The white ancestor of the He family had even been an official in this casino city, moving directly from Portugal and taking root in the casino city, living there for more than half a century.

He Shaofan, the Fox Eyes, clearly had a face that easily pleased girls.

However, his words and actions revealed a blatant sense of lewdness, which really ruined his image. Over time, his reputation stank, so it was no wonder he was so thirsty, bringing discs to school early in the morning.

Su Yehao's gaze swept over these three friends, feeling that he was being held back by Bamboo Pole and Bumpy Tooth Jun. Otherwise, he could have called himself the "East Phoenix Rose High School f4," etc. Now he could only be considered "f2+2." His wealth and strength were about the same.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but chuckle.

Until this moment, he had no idea that he was about to be drawn into a small trouble…

The morning classes went smoothly.

When it was time for lunch, Nangong Tian found Su Yehao again.

This girl made it clear that she wanted everyone to know that her relationship with Young Master Su was extraordinary, so she was generous and didn't hide anything.

On the way to the cafeteria, Nangong Tian even took the initiative to hold Su Yehao's arm.

Even if teachers and school leaders saw them, it didn't matter. They generally wouldn't interfere in this kind of thing, and they wouldn't dare to interfere randomly.

In other schools, early romance was just early romance.

But in this school, behind a budding relationship, there might be family alliances, cooperation between listed companies, etc., involving tens of millions or even hundreds of millions in profits.

Therefore, as long as things didn't go wrong, everyone tacitly turned a blind eye.

Moreover, Su Yehao's family background was well known in this school, and no one was willing to rashly provoke his old man, Su the Skinflint. Even a little rascal like Huang Zewen left some room, not daring to completely ride on his head.

Seeing Nangong Tian being so proactive, Su Yehao's arm sensed something. At first, his body tensed slightly, but slowly he relaxed and chatted with the girl.

Having such a beauty sitting across from him while eating was truly a pleasure.

After a short break at noon.

He was still immersed in the aftertaste, his mind full of Nangong Tian.

As the elective class started, a tall girl walked into the classroom, once again distracting Su Yehao.

He suddenly remembered why he had chosen physics, chemistry, and biology electives!

It had nothing to do with whether the course was sleep-inducing or not. The direct reason was this girl—Zhao Yimeng!

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