looked at Hao Jie, her only agent who seemed sober, for help. Hao Jie nodded, showing understanding. Plus, the doctor had just said the same thing, so Hao Jie cleared her throat“Everybody, let's go o...Zhu Yu'an was not very interested in his parents' affairs and didn't pay much attention to them.

In the eyes of his elders at home, he is a particularly polite and well-behaved young man. There is no adolescence rebellion, very worry-free. Growing up, he has hardly ever had a disagreement with his parents. In Beijing's circle, he has always been a model child in everyone else's eyes.

But Cheng Zhimin didn't expect that a teenager's first struggle with her would be so intense.

In her eyes, it was a very minor thing. When she tidied up his room, she saw that bottle of carbonated drink on his desk and casually threw it in the trash can. The maid cleaned out the trash can while cleaning.

When both were at home during the day, they didn't think about it at all. However, in the evening, when Zhuo Yujian came back from school and entered his room, he didn't see the bottle of soda. He immediately came out to ask...

"Where did I put the drinks on my desk"

Cheng Zhimin replied directly, "I threw it away this morning. I told you, you can't drink this junk food anymore."

Zhuo Yu'an's face changed instantly, and his voice lost the politeness it once had, laced with anger as he asked, "Where did you throw it"

After all, he was still a young man, and he was at home. His emotions were written all over his face.

He looked anxious and angry. The nanny, who had never seen him like this before, was also taken aback. She said a little worriedly: “This morning when I cleaned the trash, I threw the garbage bags into the outside trash can.”

As soon as the words left his mouth, the lanky young man in slippers dashed toward the downstairs trash can.

"What's wrong " Cheng Zhimin looked at the nanny, puzzled.

"Yu'an, where are you going"

Cheng Zhimin and the nanny also hurried out, only to see Zhuo Yu'an standing beside the trash bin, looking at the cleaned-up trash bin with a grim expression.

Cheng Zhimin gently tugged at his arm: "Just a bottle of drink, it's not worth it. Besides, you don't drink it anyway, just throw it away."

...wanted to comfort him. ...

Zuo Yu'an shook his hand away, his voice stern: "From now on, don't touch my things."

He never got angry, so suddenly getting angry like this actually scared Cheng Zhimín a bit.

But I can't understand, it's just a bottle of drink, if you really want to drink it, just buy another one.

Cheng Zhimin was at home for two days, and Zhuo Yu'an didn't say a word to her.

When a young man gets angry, he's truly terrifying.

But Cheng Zhimin was also angry, wasn't she even more important than a bottle of drink

I finally got to spend two days with him at home, but it ended badly.

Even though Zhuo Yu'an was angry, when Cheng Zhimin went on another business trip, he still silently sent her to the car and said goodbye. The nanny watching felt touched; there wasn't a more sensible child than him.

Zuo Yu'an calmed down, but he was still regretful that the bottle of drink was lost. It was proof that the girl had finally noticed him.

Tinglan has recently made a lot of progress in physics. This is partly because she often attends the classes that Zhuo Yuyan gives to Lu Kuo. He always patiently answers all her questions, and if time permits, he will review the following content with them. Also, her mother signed her up for a tutoring class, which has three sessions per week: one each for mathematics, physics, and chemistry. Slowly, she has adapted to the learning pace of high school. She was always a smart and hardworking child anyway.

At the end of October, before the midterm exams, the school held a fall sports meet.

The morning of the sports meet is for raising the national flag and having each class line up in competition; the afternoon is for competitions of various projects, some individual and some team-based.

Tinglan has no athletic ability, so she's never really involved in the school sports meet. At most, she cheers as a cheerleader.

However, this time at the school sports meet, Lu Kuò was given a heavy responsibility by the teacher, tasked with selecting participants for each event. He insisted on signing Tíng Lán up for the 800-meter race.

Tinglan refused, she wouldn't even run 100 meters.

"It's all about participation. You'll walk, you know If you can't walk the whole way, just walk as much as you can."

Listening declined.

Then Lu Kuo also arranged a competition project for Cheng Chen, long jump. Cheng Chen readily accepted it.

"If I have to participate, I'll choose the long jump too." Tinglan tried again. The long jump was much easier than running, Lu Kuo just favored him.

"Cheng Chen has a good chance of winning this project. Do you dare to compete with Cheng Chen"

He said that, Ting Lan was actually embarrassed!

Lu Kuo arranged for the two of them to participate in a competition, which was partly due to his personal reasons. However, when selecting other students, he was very strict and required them to pass through his rigorous screening process before being allowed to register.

During extracurricular time, when the whole class was lining up for training, Lu Kuo repeatedly looked at Tinglan and Chengchen who were standing in the line, struggling over who to choose to stand at the front and hold the banner.

Of course, deep down he wanted to give the opportunity to Cheng Chen, but as the face of the whole class, Cheng Chen was good-looking, but he couldn't deny that Ting Lan's image and temperament were more suitable.

So, I called out Tinglan and handed her the class banner for Class 3: "You stand at the front of the line."

All the students in the class had no objections to this decision. Not only was Tinglan a top student, but she was also beautiful. Everyone secretly agreed that she was the prettiest girl in Class 3.

Ting Lan readily accepted the nameplate and stood at the front.

She is indeed pretty, even in such plain school uniform and white sneakers, you can tell she has a good upbringing. Her hair is neatly tied up in a simple ponytail, she looks graceful, beautiful, and innocent.

On the other side of the playground, Zhu YUAN was also training. He glanced over casually and immediately saw Tinglan standing at the front holding a class sign. There were dozens of students behind her, but they all automatically became background noise. Only she was radiating light.

Just like the first time we met, so many classmates became background figures, only she on stage was shining, dazzlingly bright.

Zuo Yu'an's Class 2, was led by Wen Jian standing at the front holding the class banner, she was naturally the best choice.

Even in their grade, some students secretly compared Tinglan and Wenjian's looks. They were both undoubtedly the class beauties, but to become the recognized flower of the grade, students from each class had their own opinions, believing that their class was the most beautiful.

Especially the students in Class Two feel even prouder: "Our Wenjian is top of the class! She has both talent and beauty, truly deserving the title of school flower."

When it comes to academic performance, the students in Class 3 have nothing to say. Their classmate Tinglan's grades are indeed a bit lower than those of others. In high school, people value academic achievement, not just teachers but also classmates.

At this moment, both classes are lined up for training on the playground. The two girls standing in the front row are truly a feast for the eyes. Even from the back, they look a little alike.

In the late afternoon, all classes used their last period for formation training on the playground. No one wanted to be the last in line and embarrass themselves in front of the entire school. Among the nearly ten classes in Grade One, Class Two and Class Three were undoubtedly the most likely contenders for the championship.

Listening Lan truly became aware of Zhuo Yu'an was during this school sports meet. Today is a good day to favor >>>

Let me know if you have other text you'd like me to translate!Tingxing was oblivious, turning to her and asking, "Are you going back to Beijing tomorrow to pick up Han Zhaoyi" He'd had his assistant in Beijing take care of things these past few days. 。"Well" 。"...