Dramatic self-cultivation [Quick Transmigration]

When he came to school the next day, Shen Xinglan hadn't even sat on the warm bench in the classroom, so his old class called him to the office.

The young man looked tired, with his hands behind his back, and the morning light was shining through the glass window in his hair.

The old class was sitting at the work station, ready to talk to him, and when he saw his face, he paused for two seconds and strategically drank water.

Immediately he beckoned: "Tell me, how many times have you missed class these days?"

This question shouldn't be asked at all. If you want to ask how many days you haven't missed class, maybe Shen Xinglan knows it well.

He lowered his head, but his attitude was good: "Next time, I won't dare teacher again."

Having been a teacher for many years, he heard a lot of similar words, but there was no disturbance in the old class. Holding the cup, he seemed to want to scold.

After searching for words in my stomach for a long time, I finally summed them up in four characters: "Lawless!"

Shen Xinglan hummed twice, and responded with kindness: "I know I was wrong, and I will definitely correct it."

The old class who was still ready to show his strength was inexplicable, and all kinds of words were blocked, and a few more curses would make him seem unreasonable, but on the contrary, it would make the other party correct when he knew his mistakes, and his attitude was correct.

He clicked his tongue and simply changed the subject: "Did you voluntarily sign up for the physics competition? It's too late to change it now."

This little bastard, He Shu, caused him a lot of trouble, even if he violated the rules and disciplines, but now he also came to join in the fun in this ordinary physics competition. Do you really think he is the Monkey King who is making trouble in the Heavenly Palace?

The teenager didn't even think about it: "I'm especially willing to participate in the physics competition."

"Yes, I knew you were writing for fun, forget it this time, if you let me next time..." The old class nodded perfunctorily, and counted the papers.

Counting and counting, He Shu's words went through his mind slowly over and over again, he even forgot how many pages he had counted, and raised his eyes: "What did you say?"

Shen Xinglan smiled with a clear and innocent smile: "Teacher, I really want to change my past, give me another chance, huh?"

From the moment he entered the office door, the old team looked at him seriously.

The sunlight behind him pierced through the trees, and after being refracted by the glass, it revealed a variety of colors, scattered all over Shen Xinglan's body, and the corners of his lips were drawn up, neatly:

"I want to go to X University."

Where he did not go in the previous life, he came to complete it for him.

When he walked out of the office, Shen Xinglan was still Shen Xinglan, and Lao Ban was a little dazed, unable to tell who was the one called to lecture.

Now it's time for morning reading, back in class, Shen Xinglan habitually wanted to sleep, lay down on the table and sat up again, lazily reading a book.

In the morning reading time, students generally choose liberal arts books, such as English, Chinese, biological history, etc., for easy memorization.

But Shen Xinglan happened to be a different kind of firework, the math book he took.

At first, 96 thought he was just pretending, and didn't care. It was a little unhappy that it was teased by Shen Xinglan last night, and unilaterally declared a cold war with him.

In the past 10 minutes or so, Shen Xinglan started to do after-school exercises. He compared the logic of the formula and slowly got into it.

When 96 found out, he had gradually become fluent from the stuttering at the beginning. After finishing a few questions, he found the big questions in the information by himself.

96 was startled: "This is high school mathematics."

Most people look back at mathematics and physics after a few years of work, which is completely like reading a book from heaven.

Shen Xinglan didn't take it seriously, put his hand on his chin, and turned the pen skillfully: "Thinking with computer thinking is very simple."

96 couldn't help complaining: "Hello Versailles."

Shen Xinglan: "It's disturbing my college entrance examination, you're so noisy."

96:"……"

Furious, it wants to fight him coldly! !

After the morning self-study, Ning Hui, who had slept all morning, squinted his sleepy eyes, turned around and handed Brother He a copy of his homework.

Unexpectedly, in a blink of an eye, he saw that He Shu's usually empty desk was full of books, and the homework due today was neatly placed on the corner of the desk.

Ning Hui opened his mouth, and his first reaction was to go back to sleep. He was probably still in a dream and hadn't fully woken up.

Mother He attached great importance to the birthday party, and specially asked the driver to pick up He Yu to buy clothes and jewelry accessories at noon.

The place I went to is called ITS, which originated from Italy and is famous for its handmade suits. It has cooperated with the He family for many years, and the two parties are old friends.

When he first entered the store, He Yu was a little embarrassed.

The entire storefront is decorated very delicately, with incense burning inside, several rows of hangers are scattered, and clothes of different materials are stacked in categories.

In the center of the store is a holographic projection. The light blue fluorescence is folded to reveal different images, introducing the entrepreneurial philosophy of ITS.

The designer who had been explained warmly greeted him with a standard smile: "Master He, hello."

He took out a gold-encrusted business card and handed it over with both hands.

He Yu took it, pursed his lower lip, and tried to look natural and proficient. He couldn't help but look around when he entered the store.

Holding a soft ruler and chalk in his hand, the designer briefly introduced several suit fabrics to him. They have finished products and semi-finished products here. Of course, the most expensive ones are pure handmade customization.But now the time is too late, so I can only choose the existing suit to modify.

"I don't know whose fabric you usually like?" The designer asked as usual, "Scable or Dormeuil, or something else?"

He Yu's face was slightly imperceptible and froze. He listened to the brands mentioned by the other party for the first time, and couldn't tell the difference.

After thinking for two seconds, he gave the answer: "S... the first one."

The designer silently wrote down, and looked at the young man's clothes from the corner of his eye. Today he was wearing a hoodie and black trousers. The total of this outfit must be at least five figures.

From a professional point of view, he gave his opinion: "I heard from Ms. Wen that you are going to wear it at a birthday party. At your age, Scable's fabrics are not suitable for you. They like to add gold and diamond powder to the fabric, which will look elegant and luxurious. More commercial style."

As soon as the words fell, He Yu's hand holding the business card was silently clenched, and the smile on his face could hardly be maintained.

The designer didn't notice it, and talked in general: "Why don't you wear LoroPiana's this time? His cashmere is thinner than wool, light and thin, with good color and high gloss. Your brother He Shu really likes his."

He turned to He Yu and asked for his opinion.

However, from what he said, He Yu didn't have any expression on his face, just staring at him.

The designer was puzzled: "Ah? What's wrong."

The two are located in a small corner of the fabric counter in the store. There are not too many customers at the moment, and they seem very quiet.

In this silent silence, He Yu said softly: "Do you think that I am not worthy of using expensive fabrics, and if He Shu likes it, I have to like it too?"

The two suggestions that sounded perfectly normal were misinterpreted into such meanings in his mouth.

The designer immediately denied it: "No, you misunderstood. He Shu also comes to make clothes every year. You two are brothers, and the styles are too different to attend the same occasion. Isn't it good?"

He Yu smiled slightly: "Who told you that He Shu would be with me?"

A question mark appeared on the designer's forehead: ?

The commission he received was to make a suit for the new young master of the He family to wear at the birthday party, and Mother He didn't say anything else.

The He family would order clothes at his home for important occasions, and the designer would be in charge of tailoring He Shu's clothes every year. It was as if he had watched him grow up over the years, so it was impossible for him to remember his birthday incorrectly.

The birthdays of these two people are clearly on the same day, how could it be possible that only He Yu celebrates his birthday, but He Shu does not?

He subconsciously felt that something was wrong, but when doing business with a wealthy family, the most important thing is to learn not to ask too much, not to talk too much.

So he forcibly suppressed the impulse to question.

He Yu looked at him coldly: "You just need to make the clothes well, I want the fabric."

ITS has been able to do so for so long, inheriting craftsmen's craftsmanship from generation to generation, and has always upheld a serious and responsible attitude towards customers.

The designer's recording hand stopped and paused for two seconds. He took a light breath and lost his initial enthusiasm: "Please forgive me, I am responsible for the ITS brand."

He Yu nodded slightly, his always smiling face was expressionless at the moment: "Okay, so you didn't do it right?"

The designer endured it again and again, feeling the urge to drop his pen and leave.

In the hot summer, the air conditioner is fully turned on in the store, and the whole air seems to be frozen.

"This store is too cold." Song Xu shuddered, he raised his arm, and his arm was covered with goose bumps, "Wow, this air conditioner must be turned on to minus six degrees, it must be blown by a living person." temperature!"

Shen Xinglan held a glass of Mango Frappuccino in his hand and looked at him.

Song Xu reached out to embrace him: "Baby, are you cold?"

Shen Xinglan dodged without showing any signs, and put half a body distance away from him, "I'm not cold. Is it time to go back?"

When school was over at noon, the second and third classes of senior high school hadn't finished yet, so Song Xu was waiting outside early to have dinner with him.

The business district they came to was not far from the school. It had only developed in recent years and was very prosperous. The people who patronized it were mainly white-collar workers, and it was not a place that students could afford.

Song Xu came here as if he was coming home, he checked the time with his mobile phone: "No hurry, I have prepared a gift for you, let's go and have a look together?"

"Although I really want to continue shopping with you, I just promised my head teacher today that I won't skip class." Shen Xinglan pursed her lower lip, "Besides, my birthday hasn't come yet, why would I want to give you a gift?"

The class truant master Song Xu spontaneously ignored the first half of the sentence, put his hand on the boy's shoulder, and said with a smile: "Who said that gifts can only be given on birthdays? Every day with the baby is worth remembering."

He pushed him to the depths of the alley: "I promise you will like it."

Unable to resist him, Shen Xinglan had no choice but to go with him.

Song Xu led the way enthusiastically, and Shen Xinglan took out his mobile phone to log in to Weibo to check the background news.

Since the release of that Weibo post, the number of people asking him to draw character designs through private messages and business cooperation has increased several times.

He Shu has no business acumen, he only pretends to be painting in his heart, and never manages these things.For Shen Xinglan, as long as these cards are used well, he can definitely play Wang Zang.

He picked and picked, first accepted the settings of two people, and then followed the olive branches handed over from the backstage to review and check one by one.

Caught off guard, a hand waved in front of him, and when he raised his head, Song Xu clicked his tongue: "Is the phone more attractive than me?"

Shen Xinglan put down his phone from Shanruliu, and said without blushing, "Of course you are the most important."

Song Xu was so overwhelmed by the easy words that he grinned behind his ears.

He stretched out his hand, his tone raised: "Here - my little prince, please."

Squinting, ITS pure black signboard shimmers in the sunlight.