3 Bay Street

During the May Day holiday, Han Ning hardly went anywhere, just stayed at home, mostly reading in the study, and occasionally sitting on the balcony on the second floor to look at the sea.

This house is right by the sea, with an excellent view, fresh air, and very quiet. It is considered one of the top residential areas in Songcheng.

An Chen ran for an hour by the sea, came back to take a shower, and went to the greenhouse downstairs to water the white roses.

Han Ning likes these, but he is busy with work and doesn't have much time to take care of them. The work of watering and loosening the soil is left to An Chen.

Looking at the back of the boy watering the flowers downstairs, he is tall, thin, wearing oil paint clothes, young, and has a bit of an artist's temperament.

Han Ning's eyes moved from the seaside to An Chen, watching his nephew grow from a ten-year-old child to a handsome young man, feeling a faint pride in his heart.

However, as soon as school started, An Chen ran into trouble.

He has always been a loner. As a day student, he is picked up by a driver and well-dressed. He was quickly spotted by the senior students.

There is a secluded grove behind the teaching building. Few people pass by, but it is the only way for An Chen to go to the studio. At noon, when most of the students were taking a nap, he was blocked by several seniors. .

A sophomore boy with dyed yellow hair looked at him with a cigarette in his mouth: "I heard that your family is quite rich, so I'll borrow some to spend!"

An Chen sneered with his hands in his trouser pockets: "Should I give it?"

"Don't give it?" The boy stepped on the cigarette under his feet, "If you don't give it, you will end up just like it."

An Chen knew that this group of people would not leave easily, so it would be better to strike first.Before the boy could react, he kicked An Chen.

"Damn!" The boy was taken aback, and with a wave of his hand, several people surrounded him.

An Chen had fought with An Yu since he was a child, and he knew from a very young age that he either didn't fight, or if he fought, he had to be ruthless, otherwise he would be the one who suffered.

The other An Chen didn't even look at him, so he aimed at the yellow-haired boy who took the lead, kicked him to the ground, and threw himself on him. The boys next to him looked at the viciousness of this freshman boy, and felt a little nervous. Frightened, at this moment, the obese body of the head of the teaching department trotted over without knowing who called him: "What's going on? What's going on? Huh?"

An Chen loosened the collar of the sophomore boy, stood up, glanced at him condescendingly, then turned and left calmly.

The director of the teaching office immediately called to him: "Hey, where is this student going?"

An Chen turned his head and glanced at him faintly: "Go to your office..."

Fighting on campus is a very serious behavior for Yingren High School, which has a strict school spirit. However, the director of the teaching office greeted Han Ning at the door with the principal Wang Yang, so he was naturally impressed by An Chen. He would not let this group of students go without scolding for an hour, but today he asked kindly:

"Tell me, classmate An, why did they beat you?"

An Chen didn't speak, but the boy with yellow hair yelled: "Which eye of yours saw me hitting him, it's obviously..."

However, as a blackmailer, he was so embarrassing by being pinned to the ground by a freshman in high school, but he couldn't say anything, he just cursed in a low voice.

The director of the teaching office wanted to give An Chen justice, but An Chen didn't cooperate at all, and he had no choice but to wave his hand to let An Chen go first, and then pointed at the senior high school boys to let them stay .

The yellow-haired boy glanced at An Chen dissatisfied: "Damn, why?"

Now that he said he could leave, An Chen turned around and left the office without saying a word.In the corridor of the teaching building, I ran into An Yu who was walking with several student unions again.

Seeing the bruises on his face, An Yu guessed that he must have fought with someone, so he stopped, with a gloating expression on his face: "It seems that I am not the only one who hates you, I really should Let grandma see you like this, and I don't know why fourth uncle values ​​you so much..."

When it comes to the end, there is still a bit of gnashing of teeth.

An Yu is no longer as ignorant as he was when he was a child and only wanted to please Mrs. Han. Now that he is in high school, he has begun to know that the most influential person in the Han family in the future will be his fourth uncle. Let alone him, those collateral relatives of the Han family, who doesn't want to get a share of the pie.

With his hands in his trouser pockets, An Chen walked past him without looking sideways, as if he hadn't seen this person.

An Yu's delicate and lovely face suddenly darkened.

Instead, a classmate next to him comforted him and said, "It's all right, don't bother with him, this kind of person knows that he has a bad temper, so there's no need to get angry with him."

An Chen has a cold temperament and doesn't like to talk to others. Anyone who sees An Chen at first sight will think that he has a bad temper.

An Yu's complexion improved a little, and after walking a few steps, he turned around again, with an unknown fire simmering in his heart.

When passing through the grove, something hit An Chen on the shoulder.

An Chen frowned and looked down. It was an empty milk box. He looked up again. A tall and thin boy sat up from the rockery. He stretched himself:

"I was sleeping soundly, but you two were fighting to death..."

The boy was good-looking, but the dazzling red hair was too flamboyant, and there were red diamond earrings on his ears, and his smile was a bit sinister.

An Chen subconsciously wanted to turn around and leave, but the boy yelled again:

"Hey!"

An Chen turned around and saw that he was holding his cock in his hand.

He doesn't like to carry a wallet, so he only has some cash and cards in his schoolbag, which may have fallen out during the fight just now.

The boy glanced at the secondary card and said with a sneer, "Those people have good eyesight, no wonder they snatched it from you!"

An Chen turned cold and said, "Give it to me."

"I can give it to you." The boy raised the secondary card in his hand, "Bring me a meal, and I will pay you back."

An Chen simply turned around and walked towards the school gate. The boy was a little surprised. He looked at his watch. Class would start in a few minutes. Is this the rhythm of skipping class for lunch?

An Chen turned his head and raised his eyebrows at him provocatively: "Why don't you dare?"

"Why don't I dare," the boy jumped off the rockery, "people with privileges are different..."

An Chen didn't speak, in fact, he was very clear in his heart.

His fourth uncle has always acted in a low-key and humble manner, and he doesn't like to make publicity. However, he was so high-profile on the first day of school, probably because he knew that he didn't like being restrained by the school. Whether he skipped classes or did other things, the principal and those teachers would naturally watch He will not interfere in face, which is equivalent to giving him a pass to freedom.

The two found a restaurant, and the boy was not polite, ordered a table full of dishes, and ate to his heart's content.An Chen was silent the whole time, and when he finished eating, he swiped his card without blinking.

"So chic? How much pocket money does your family give you every week?"

An Chen looked at him coldly: "What's none of your business?"

The boy smiled and said, "Since you have so much money that you are about to be blackmailed, instead of being blackmailed, you might as well treat me to a few more meals and spend all the money, so no one will come to snatch it."

It sounded reasonable, but An Chen kicked him, and the boy quickly moved away, winking at him: "Take me to dinner next time, let's go first."

An Chen suddenly wanted to laugh, how could the boy have the confidence that he would invite him again?

The boy climbed over the fence, his movements were quick and unrestrained, and he looked very familiar.

And An Chen swaggered into the school gate, but the strange thing was that the guard at the school gate let him through without saying anything.

Liu Xue, who was in the corridor on the second floor, was in his class since elementary school, and she was considered a classmate that An Chen was familiar with. When she saw An Chen, she said anxiously:

"An Chen, why are you with him?"

An Chen raised his eyebrows: "Who is he?"

"You don't know who he is?" Liu Xue was surprised at first, then thought of An Chen's character who didn't care about anyone except painting, and then understood, "He's Bai Xu, I heard that he often hangs out with gangsters in the West District, Someone has personally seen him fighting with a knife, but it's dangerous..."

An Chen smiled, and entered the classroom indifferently.

Liu Xue became anxious, followed behind him and added: "You really don't believe me, you are the only one who doesn't know, who in Yingren High School doesn't know him? No one dares to talk to him..."