The girl, basking in the flattery, flicked her hair: "Don’t compare to soone like her."
"By the way, Shasha, isn’t Young Master Leng starting school tomorrow? Why don’t you seize this chance to show him so care? After all, our school and Lanya High School are at opposite ends of the city, so eting him is pretty difficult."
"Don’t even remind . I’ve called him several tis, and he wouldn’t pick up. Who knows if his head’s been turned by so trashy little bimbo."
Zhang Shasha gritted her teeth: "Lanya High School is just too despicable. Who gave them the right to classify students into tiers? Just because my grades are a little worse, why won’t they accept ? My dad even offered to donate a building to the school, but they still wouldn’t let in. This is discrimination!"
A companion whispered, "Lanya Group has no shortage of money...."
What kind of dream are you living in?
The only standard for Lanya High School is grades—or winning a gold dal at a national competition. And take note, it must be a gold dal. Only then do you have even a glimr of being specially admitted. Otherwise, just forget it and go to sleep.
Even if you throw money at them, it won’t work. The president of Lanya Group is famously one of the wealthiest people on the billionaire rankings—they’d hardly care about your pocket change.
Not to ntion, Zhang Shasha’s dad is just a nouveau riche coal mine owner, without the slightest shred of refinent. He’s the most despised figure among the high society circles in Qingzhou.
As for Zhang Shasha, she only managed to snag Young Master Leng because of her pretty face. But everyone knows that to Young Master Leng, it’s nothing serious. They’ll break up sooner or later anyway.
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Shen You’an went to a shoe store and bought two pairs of sneakers, again opting for ho delivery service.
By then, it was already 6 p.m.
Shen You’an picked up a school uniform from the dry cleaners, then went to the supermarket to buy so daily necessities. On his way past Wangyue Building, he grabbed two takeout dinners.
By the ti he got ho, the clothes and shoes had also arrived.
The moon hung above the treetops, and the room was shrouded in darkness.
Shen You’an put everything down and then walked over to knock on a bedroom door.
"Co out and eat."
Before long, the door cracked open slightly, and a boy stepped out.
Shen You’an set bowls and chopsticks on the opposite side: "If you want to starve to death, then don’t eat."
The boy walked over, silently sat down, and picked up the chopsticks to start eating.
"You can stay in my house, but there’s no such thing as free lodging or free als. How about this: you’ll handle cleaning the house, and we’ll count that as paynt for your food and board."
The boy quietly nodded.
"My uncle lives with , and he leaves early and cos back late. You’d better avoid running into him. If I can’t explain it to him, I’ll have no choice but to kick you out."
"I’m going to school tomorrow. There’s fruits and vegetables in the fridge, so you’ll need to handle your own als. The key is in the box on the shoe cabinet at the entrance. If you get lost outside, don’t expect to help."
"This phone is for you. I’ve already saved my number in it. Contact if there’s an ergency."
After saying all this, Shen You’an felt like he’d forgotten sothing, but gave up thinking about it. He finished his al and pushed his bowl across the table.
The aning was clear: you wash the dishes.
He got up and headed back to his bedroom.
Rong Xianning finished eating, went to the kitchen, and washed the dishes. He wiped the stovetop clean until it sparkled.
Returning to the bedroom, he saw two brand-new sets of clothes neatly laid out on the bed, with the tags still attached. There was also a new towel, a toothbrush, and a rinsing cup quietly placed beside them.
Rong Xianning paused for a mont, crouched down, and gently ran his fingers over the fresh garnts, which still carried the faint sll of formaldehyde. His clear gaze softened unimaginably.
He took a hot shower, as if all the filth and gloom pent-up inside him were evaporating along with the steam, leaving his body light and relaxed like never before.
Returning to his room, he noticed a book resting on the nightstand.
Rong Xianning walked over and picked it up.
The heavy, green cover bore four striking words.
The Wind in the Willows.
Casually flipping it open, he was greeted with bright, lively illustrations that seed to leap off the page. It was as if the gentle light of spring had bathed him. The small animals, charming and vividly lifelike, drew him into their whimsical world.
Accompanied by warm words, a beautiful fairy tale unfolded before his eyes.
Rong Xianning sat down cross-legged on the floor, basking in the soft orange glow of the lamp, fully imrsed in the world of the story.
The tale was short. By the ti he reached the final page, Rong Xianning was still lingering in its spell.
Such beautiful days, there would surely be many more of them to co. As sumr reached its peak and everything ripened, the daylight grew longer and more delightful with each passing day. Mole learned to swim and row, savoring the joy of companionship with the flowing river.
Gazing at those words, a faint smile involuntarily graced Rong Xianning’s lips.
It was as if, on the green willow-lined banks of that spring day, a soft breeze brushing past the willows was gently stroking his forehead...
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