Pokémon: I have money

"Ding~dong!"

The bell rang, and many figures appeared on campus running towards the classroom at a faster speed.

A figure running in the opposite direction was moving with ink marks on his back, carrying a schoolbag.

"Why the hell should I go to school? It's so embarrassing! I'm in my 20s and going to high school..."

Liu Yan bit into the cake angrily, lowered his body, and gave a piece to Soraya.

Soraya caught it skillfully, and there was something new to eat!

Soraya was savoring it carefully, and suddenly a voice came from next to him.

"Hey, classmates over there! Pokémon can't just eat human food, you know? Especially this kind of hand cake bought outside, it's the uncleanest and most unhygienic..."

An old man wearing an old man's plaid shirt tucked into the waistband of his trousers, holding a tea cup in one hand, with an "I'm doing this for your own good" look on his face.

"Who are you?"

Liu Yan glanced at him. He was dressed like this, and he liked to train people and wander around. The teaching director?

"I'm the dean of the school! Director Wang! You kid! Why haven't you lost it yet! That's right! The school bell has been ringing for a long time, why are you still chirping? Your current baby just doesn't know. …”

Director Wang hated the iron and was spitting.

Liu Yan stretched out his hand to sign a pause, "Wait a minute! Director Wang, right? Do you know who I am?"

"Huh? I don't care who you are! As a teacher, if you do something wrong, you should speak out! Come on, come on! Let me hear what terrible forces your family has." Director Wang was so angry that his lips were trembling Tremble.

But in the blink of an eye, the boy in front of him and the Zoroa flew away.

Liu Yan ran all the way into the teaching building, looked at Soraya who was following him, and couldn't help but sigh: "The dean is a scary creature, he's so powerful."

Soraya thought about it for a moment and nodded solemnly.

One person and one elf searched the classroom, confirmed the class number, and knocked on the door.

Class three and six in high school.

"Please come in."

The teacher on the podium and the classmates in the audience are so familiar scenes.

Especially the teenagers and girls who are out of touch and flutter between fashion and non-mainstream.

Liu Yan suddenly felt that it would be good to go back to school again.

"Hello, teacher, my name is Liu Yan. I had to take a leave of absence due to family matters. Now I am returning to my studies, so I came here to report!"

The teacher on the podium is probably in his early 30s. He is not pretty, but one look at his facial features shows that he is a very stern person who doesn't like to joke around much.

"Well, I am your class teacher, Cao Qiuhuan. I was just telling them that since you are here, you can introduce yourself." Teacher Cao stepped aside and motioned for Liu Yan to come forward, but noticed that Liu Yan Zoroa, who was standing at his feet, frowned slightly and reminded: "Pokémon are not allowed to be released without permission in the classroom. You should collect the Poke Ball first."

Liu Yan nodded, took out the elf ball, Zoroa jumped up, and the elf ball switch was turned on when Zoroa jumped up, wrapped in red light.

Zoroa looked like he had jumped into the Poké Ball.

When he introduced himself, Liu Yan didn't do anything fancy. Once he found out that the head teacher was a serious person, he shouldn't speak without permission, as it would be annoying.

After all, you have chosen to come to school, so you should take it seriously.

"Liu Yan, because the seats have been arranged when we were divided into classes before, you can only sit by yourself. Is that okay?" Teacher Cao said.

"no problem."

Liu Yan carried his schoolbag and sat in the last row, the so-called important staff area.

No. [-] Middle School is a public school. It should be said that you can basically learn professional and complete Pokémon-related knowledge. You can only start from a public school.

The so-called aristocratic schools actually have average teaching quality. Of course, if you have the conditions, you can naturally choose a school with more stringent admissions conditions.

For example, No. [-] Middle School.

The students in No. [-] Middle School are divided into two groups. Most of them are students who have outstanding academic performance, or students who have outstanding academic performance in junior high school. A small number are composed of children from rich families.

People like Liu Yan who dropped out of school and didn't suddenly join the class at the beginning of school must be children from rich families.

This also attracted the attention of other students.

And students at this stage are very interesting.

A small number of people hate the rich, and some of them think that my fate is up to me. If your family has money, it is only your family's business.

The idea of ​​clinging to the powerful is still very rare at present.

Of course there are also some precocious students.

For example, there is a boy wearing glasses in front of Liu Yan.

"Hello, you probably don't have any books right now. I'll lend you my book. When you get the book, you can return it to me."

Why did Liu Yan think that he was not simply kind-hearted, but that he selectively showed kindness after guessing his own conditions.

The timing of speaking was too accurate, and the students below have long been accustomed to Teacher Cao's serious style, so almost no one dared to take the lead, and this is an important part of the senior year.

The teacher doesn't even think of letting you borrow books. You can think of borrowing books. You really have emotional intelligence.

And you still run the risk of being criticized.

In addition, and more importantly, the first page of the book.

Under his name, there is also a text.

Make friends, we are all classmates, help each other!

Liu Yan grinned. It seemed that student life was not so boring after all.

This guy is quite interesting.

Wang Yixiao.

The first class is actually morning self-study to be precise, but the learning atmosphere in senior high school is different. Every morning self-study class will be personally supervised by the class teacher, including various previous years' examination questions, various review materials, etc.

Liu Yan felt his scalp numb.

Although they have gone through the college entrance examination, for normal people, few people will completely remember the knowledge they learned in their senior year of high school until their sophomore year, and some even forget it in their freshman year.

After Liu Yan looked at it for a while, he decisively pressed his cell phone frantically under the table.

Rumors stop at the wise: Sister Yanan, what if I don’t get into college?Will you support me?

Feiyu: Yes!But young master, given our family's conditions, you don't need to fill out a volunteer application. Someone will take the initiative to let you enter without taking the exam.

Rumors stop at the wise: Phew... then I'll be relieved.

Feiyu: Master, how are you?Are you happy going to school?

Rumors stop at the wise: I am happy... but my head is a bit big.

Feiyu: Well, young master, come to the store after class, and I will rub your head.

Rumors stop at the wise: OK!Wait for me!

"Miss Yanan, what do you think of this kind of board?"

Ah Fu wears many hats, and today he is responsible for the decoration and purchasing of the store. After comparing the materials sent by several companies for a long time, he finally selected a few materials that fit the size and design of the store.

"Miss Yanan?"

However, Ah Fu discovered that Miss Yanan was always distracted, and this was not going to work!

How could you be so unconcerned about the matters arranged by the young master!

But...is this my chance?

If the young master discovers that I, Ah Fu, turn out to be the most loyal to my duties!Will... let people also call me Brother Afu?

Haha... I'm really happy to think about it. ??(ˊwˋ*)??