What if there are no inhibitors?

Liu Fengxia was nagging all the way, Song Zhiwei leaned on the back seat of the car and looked out, with a tired expression, and ignored her.

"Your dad and I don't have time to take care of you. You have to be more self-disciplined and strict with yourself. Look at your grades, don't you want to go to college?"

"Are you still expecting us to spend money to give you a college?"

"Don't even think about it."

"And your hair, learn something non-mainstream, cut it short and dye it for me today."

"You are really getting more and more disobedient now."

Realizing that Song Zhiwei had been ignoring her, Liu Fengxia looked up at the rearview mirror. Her son was looking at the scenery outside the window casually.

She suddenly raised her voice: "Did you hear that?"

Liu Fengxia yelled at his sleepy head, and Song Zhiwei said compromisingly, "I heard you."

He is weak and depressed now.

I don't want to quarrel with Liu Fengxia.

But the mother of this world was right in one thing, he didn't want to see this red flying hair either.

I really don't know what Yuanshen was thinking.

I bought basic things for living in school, and went to a hairdresser.

Song Zhiwei watched the person in the mirror gradually change, from the most conspicuous red hair on the whole head to the delicate and beautiful face, clear and beautiful.

Although he doesn't like other people's facial features to be gathered on his face, even if he stares at his face and smiles with malicious intentions, he may beat them up violently.

But he's pretty happy with how he looks.

After coming out of the hair salon, Liu Fengxia treated him much more pleasantly.

"Just study hard in school, and I don't ask too much. This semester, you must rise from the bottom of your grades to the middle."

"Understand?"

Song Zhiwei said "Yes" indifferently.

"The one who gave you money every month, your small coffers are more than anyone else, tell me if you don't have enough."

"... "

"Ah."

What Liu Fengxia thinks is that he will not act arbitrarily if he lives on campus, and what he thinks is that living on campus can reduce contact.

In some ways, the mother and son's ideas coincided with each other.

There was no one at home the next day, and Song Zhiwei bought school supplies with Liu Fengxia yesterday, only to find out that today is the registration day.

The family driver was driving him to school.

He didn't say anything along the way, and sure enough, the driver himself stopped at the gate of Nanhuai No. [-] Middle School.

It didn't reveal that he couldn't remember his own school.

The driver got out of the car: "Shall I help you send your things to the dormitory first?"

"Ok."

"But I have to go to the classroom to find out what the dormitory number is."

"Then I'll go to my class and ask."

Song Zhiwei looked around the school gate, trying to meet a classmate, so that he could follow him to know the classroom while chatting.

It's a pity that there were quite a lot of people watching him at the school gate, almost from the moment the car stopped, there were many people looking at him at the school gate.

Seeing Song Zhiwei get off the car, they all showed such faces.

But no one came forward to speak to him.

"I thought there was a rich freshman here in the first year of high school. It turned out to be Song Zhiwei." "Oh, the richest person in our school is Han Lu, but you see how low-key others are. Song Zhiwei likes to show off, and he is very timid." , otherwise how could it become a cash machine in Nanhuai No. [-] Middle School."

"Shut up, their driver is here."

"What are you afraid of? An uncle at this age doesn't know what a cash machine means. And it's not me who bullies him."

The driver looked at Song Zhiwei suspiciously, "Zhiwei... from your school..."

"They were joking."

"Oh oh oh... just kidding."

Song Zhiwei walked to the school. The school is quite big with many green plants.

"Hey, you said, I haven't seen you in the summer vacation, why is Song Zhiwei so good-looking."

"Emmm, it's hard to say, he has always been so good-looking, and he often has tears in his eyes. You don't know that some boys in our school make dirty jokes."

"But why do I see a batch of them being dragged by him now?"

"Illusion."

"illusion?"

He is indifferent to the fact that someone surprises his face, but he hates it very much when someone covets him and makes jokes about him.

Song Zhiwei glared coldly at the troubled two, his brows cold.

"Okay, okay, it's not an illusion, it's really pulling."

"Fuck, it's not him who I bullied."

But the two of them did not talk about him anymore. After walking all the way, Song Zhiwei finally heard what he wanted to hear, and someone handed him a pillow when he fell asleep.

He heard two people talking—

"What class are you in?"

"I don't know yet."

"Let's go, let's go to the newspaper office. I just saw that I am in class 17."

Song Zhiwei followed, and there was a ten-meter-long red paper posted on what they called "newspapers".

The people surrounded by three or four floors in front are all looking at their own class.

Song Zhiwei listened carefully, and it seems that everyone has to be divided into classes from the second year of high school, divided into arts and sciences.

Relying on his excellent eyesight, he read his name on the outermost edge of the crowd.

There are always people squeezing in front of him like monkeys, eager to stick red paper.

Song Zhiwei was squeezed back and suddenly bumped into something on his back.

He glanced back and suddenly smiled brightly: "It's you."

The expression of surprise is beyond words, and the eyes are like apricots.

Han Lu raised his eyebrows.

His posture just happened to be able to smell the very faint fragrance of Song Zhiwei's body.

A teasing voice came from behind Han Lu, lazily and with interest: "It seems that our school belle likes Han Lu very much, right, brother Lu."

This brother call was extremely disrespectful, as if he was waiting to see a joke.

Song Zhiwei looked back, and there was a boy standing behind Han Lu, whom he didn't recognize.

But I was afraid that it was my classmate, so I didn't say anything.

But with his indifferent expression, he looked at Jian Chao like a stranger.

Let's compare Han Yul's beautiful appearance.

It's really different.

Song Zhiwei first asked them: "Have you seen which class you are in?"

Jian Chao pointed to Han Lu: "He and I are both in Class [-]." "Oh~" Song Zhiwei nodded.

After asking politely, Han Lu said, "I'm going back to the dormitory to make the bed."

"Okay, you go."

It was far away, and Song Zhiwei heard Jian Chao barking his teeth and claws and asking: "You actually know the school belle!!"

"You actually know the school belle!!"

"You actually talked to him, not like your usual pretentious style, Brother Lu."

Han Lu glanced at Jian Chao: "You discriminate against classmate Song Zhiwei? Why can't I talk to him."

"I still don't know you, don't do all the unnecessary things, and carry out the pretense to the end. But the girls in our school like you who don't answer. Tsk."

Han Lu's tone was neither high nor low: "If you say one more thing, it is necessary for me to hit someone."

"Haha, there's no need for that."

Soon after Han Lu left, Song Zhiwei saw his name on the red paper.

Song Zhiwei, Class 302, Grade [-], Room [-], Mingzhi Building.

The top row corresponds to the name, class, and dormitory.

Song Zhiwei called the driver at home and asked him to send the luggage to the dormitory.

He went to the classroom by himself first.

Looking for one building after another, high school teaching building, high school teaching building...

The first floor of the teaching building for the second year of senior high school is Class One ([-]) to Class One ([-]).

Song Zhiwei found his classroom on the second floor.

Pushing the door open and entering, there were already more than ten people in the classroom. When they saw him, they quickly turned their heads and covered their mouths, although they spoke in a low voice.But Song Zhiwei heard it clearly.

"See, I said that Song Zhiwei is in our class. Otherwise, why would Du Xu's group appear in our class? That person is a senior in high school."

Song Zhiwei took a step in.

The boy sitting at the end of the classroom stood up and walked from the last row to the front of the classroom shaking his head. His posture was engraved into his bones.

Song Zhiwei's tugging is his eyes, and his tugging is his leisurely steps.

Song Zhiwei watched him stand in front of him from the end with cold eyes.

That person raised a nasty smile: "Sister Xiaoxiao, borrow some money to spend."