I just want to quit school

Yan Xue, whose father's surname is Yan and mother's surname is Xue, is a small greenhouse flower that meets the expectations of her elders to thrive. Her roots are strong and young, she studies every day, she is shy and beautiful on weekdays. don't die".

If you think that this is a sign that Yan Xue is firmly on the throne of academic god and is not popular with his classmates, then you are very wrong. On the contrary, Yan Xue's three years of high school career was very exciting.

The reason, half of it is probably because of the high-quality appearance that is inherently beautiful and hard to give up. A school-level teenager only has a tender face with red lips and white teeth. Wearing a white shirt and slacks is enough for both men and women, suitable for all ages .

The other half is due to the godhead of "Xue Bushi". Xue is not dead, but learning is not dead.

With a full score of 149 points, Yan Xue can at most pay one point for the meaning of "after-examination tax", and you may know where this point is lost.That's right, I, Datian·Chaoku, love Chinese compositions that use "zero points" as a gimmick. For Yan Xue's composition, the teacher who graded the paper tremblingly deducted a point every time. Even so, looking at the [-] The teacher still felt guilty and regretful for his excellent Chinese scores.

This is comparable to the choice of words and sentences in classical Chinese, this sharp point of view, and this beautiful pen writing, it is so ingenious and shocking, so I have to deduct a point from you...don't let you be proud!

Yan Xue is actually not proud, he has never thought that there is nothing to show off when he studies well, just like real nobles, they never say how rich they are, Yan Xue only thinks that they can make their parents brag in front of their relatives during festivals Sincerely awesome, can make the unsmiling class teacher count the bonus with a smile, such a vain life is too boring.

It's just... lonely as snow!

This loneliness that no one understands is even more intense when it comes to university. There is no doubt that Yan Xue went to the best major in the best university. In recent years, with the boom in real estate speculation, architecture has risen, but the god of learning is the god of learning. How could it be possible? Obediently be a dog following the trend, so, his resistance...was useless, he was more aggrieved than a dog.

Xue Yan will never forget her fucking words. She said, your father is an architect and I am an urban planner. If you don't study architecture, what should you study?

The son inherited his father's business, stubborn and ridiculous.

Xue Yan settled down, not succumbing to the reality, but silent about the description of his parents getting older. He wrote in lower letters in the yellowed notebook: When the people I care about and my ideals can't have both, I choose my relatives, The relatives who really cannot part with each other.

Even illusory ideals are all the joy of my life.

The compromise on the premise of sacrifice lasted until the third year of junior year. In that year, Yan Xue encountered the most severe test in [-] years - "plagiarism door"!

It's ridiculous to say that it's not that Yan Xue plagiarized other people's architectural designs, nor did others plagiarize his, but it's reasonable for others to plagiarize his competition plan!The spicy chicken who bit Yan Xue back, and the villain sued first, called him Mr. B. This person has no principles, no offline, and pleases the teacher.

Anyway, Yan Xue couldn't learn it. Mr. B burst into tears in front of the dean, begging for mercy. He was spoiled by others since he was a child, and he was very proud in his bones, but in fact he was also very noble. So, Mr. B's Chu Chupi skill that he casually activated killed Yan Xue until he vomited blood.

Teachers are willing to believe in Mr. B, because the impression Yan Xue gave them is blank except for his good grades, which is not much better than Mr. B’s morality, intelligence, body, beauty, hard work and hard work. The students are willing to believe in Mr. B, because Yan Xue is so perfect that there is no stain , It’s too abnormal. Now that he’s caught plagiarizing, then everyone...is the same.

Yan Xue was taken away by his mother in the end. His father opened a leading construction company and was busy traveling to and from different countries to expand his business. In comparison, his mother who was the leader of the Southern Planning Bureau was somewhat closer.

The woman who came all the way drove him back to Yan's house. After a long silence, she finally said the first sentence: "Yanyan, Mom just asked you, do you want to go to school?"

Mother Yan with exquisite makeup is wearing a water-green Suzhou embroidered cheongsam, and her black hair mixed with a few silver threads is meticulously tied into a bun behind her head. She is elegant and calm, but her face with shallow and fine lines is almost mean-spirited. Yan Xue's heart was stabbed severely, he opened his mouth, I didn't copy that sentence, and didn't say it out of my mouth.

Anyway, she wouldn't believe it.

"Yan Xue, Mom knows you don't like it, but you can't drop out of school in this way."

Mother Yan rubbed her temples with a headache, opened the door and turned to Yan Xue and said, "You should think carefully at home these few days, and I will send you back to school when your father comes back."

"Bang..." The door slammed heavily, Yan Xue's eyelashes trembled slightly, and she closed her eyes helplessly. This time, the last crack of the door of her heart was tightly closed.

After that, every day when she had nothing to do, Yan Xue was thinking about a life problem, why live?He fell into an unprecedented confusion... In fact, it is rare for the plaintiff to lose to the defendant in architectural plagiarism. A personal characteristic.

The lack of a distinctive label of his own is the root cause of Yan Xue's complete loss.

From another point of view, being able to do things well that you don’t like is already better than most people. On the basis of doing well, it is even more difficult to put your own feelings and reconcile them into personal characteristics, just like you can’t do things that you don’t like. The one you like, get special.

For so many years, Yan Xue looks gentle like water on the surface, but inside is a dormant volcano waiting to erupt. No one knows better than him whether he likes it or not... But there are some things that only you know are useless.

It's not hypocritical for him to write this sentence in the notebook. This notebook was passed down to Yan Xue by Grandpa Yan, and it's a long time ago.Before leaving, the old man said that his wish could be fulfilled, but Yan Xue never believed it, nor did he really want anything, he just wanted to have a sustenance, just like his grandfather when he was still there, and tell him what was in his heart.

It's just that there is no old man in this big cold house anymore. The time he spends alone always passes quickly. On the last night of "confinement", Yan Xue suffered from insomnia. His father will come back tomorrow, and then Casually investing a sum of money in the university, he, Yan Xue, still has to obediently go to school with his schoolbag on his back.

Going to fucking school, Yan Xue, who counted sheep on the bed to 998, finally sat up unbearably, opened the notebook, and wrote these six words fiercely.Hard to see through the back of the paper, I can imagine how he feels.

"It hurts, don't poke me hard." A very soft male voice suddenly sounded in the quiet room, Yan Xue stood up and put her ears to the corner of the wall, could it be the evening love of the couple next door again?

His tender face blushed, and he jumped back onto the bed with a trot, wrapped the quilt and covered his ears tightly, his dark starry eyes turned left and right, suddenly, the beautiful eyes widened, staring at the center of the room without blinking.

"Don't mess with me! Didn't you say that after the founding of the country, you can't become a genius?" Yan Xue slipped off the quilt, stretched out her hand to push her chin back, and approached the letter hanging from the desk.

[Little master, thank you for waking me up. 】Flipping the pages of the letter cheerfully, it stopped at the six words that Yan Xue had unsealed—Go to fucking school!

Yan Xue: (OVO), exome?

[As a thank you, I will grant your wish. ] Each page of the handbook was suddenly scattered, and the yellowed pages quickly surrounded Yan Xue, with a faint moon-white light shining.

"Hehe, this is still a deformable audiobook." Yan Xue brushed away the pages of the book that were eager to try, and lay back on the bed with a big smile: "I must be dreaming."

Forget it, I still, wash up and sleep.

*******

"Yan Xue, Yan Xue! It's time to go to school!" The urging cry and the hasty knock on the door completely startled the young man lying dead from his bed. Yan Xue scratched his head, thinking: This wake-up bell is wrong!

Not to mention that his mother usually asks the housekeeper to wake him up, no matter how anxious his mother is, she can't do something comparable to "Aunt Xue"?

[Hey...Little master, today is another day full of energy, this post will broadcast the weather for you, cloudy and sunny, Huang Li should drop out of school. 】The voice from last night suddenly sounded in his mind, and Yan Xue couldn't calm down anymore.

"I won't, I'm going to die." He ran barefoot to a mirror with a missing corner, "Wow..." The only broken mirror in the room was also shaken by Yan Xue's little hand and completely shattered.

"What the hell, I can't die." Yan Xue held a completely unfamiliar face, wanting to cry without tears.

[Little master, don't worry, you are only temporarily out of reality, your body will be protected by an enchantment, you just need to go back within seven days, drink water and supplement nutrition. 】

"Boundary?! What do you mean—others can't see my real body?" Yan Xue wanted to cry even more, now that her parents found out and sent her to the hospital to become a vegetative person, there was no way out .

[The little master is so smart!Don't worry, one day in reality is one month in this world.In other words, you have seven months - to achieve the dropout achievement. 】

"Hehe! Then you are awesome." Yan Xue sniffed... No, he can't die yet, he hasn't killed Mr. B's hot chick who copied the design!

[Little master, you don't want to die, it's actually because you had an ideal since you were a child that didn't come true. 】The letter recalled the essay written by Yan Xue, without any precautions...to expose his excuses.

"You Zhazha, I...haven't become a film king yet!" Yan Xue admitted generously. Hearing the unremitting shouts outside the door, he was suddenly a little moved by this persistence.

[Little master, go and satisfy you. 】The handbook disappeared with empathy——I, who should cooperate with your performance, turned a blind eye.

Yan Xue nodded resignedly, first put on the old-fashioned army green schoolbag with a little red star in the middle, then put aside the bangs that were about to cover her eyes, took a deep breath, smiled, and opened the anti-theft bolt on the old wooden door.

"Slap..." A slap was caught off guard, and Yan Xue looked at the middle-aged woman with tears in her eyes, completely stupefied.

That who, that Zha Zha, you seem to have forgotten—give me the plot QAQ