Quick Wear: Oops, the mission target is crying again

Chapter 668 Young Man Admires 13

Not only did he eat and drink well but he could also study. He even wore new clothes, had a new school bag, and had such a nice room.

Zhang Dingyu was silent for two seconds. Zhang Dingrui's words touched his nerves. He also felt like he was dreaming.

So he strives to perform better so that this dream can last longer.

But there are some things I still need to say to my brother in advance.

"She is our benefactor. She treats us well because she is a good person. We must not take it for granted, and we must not be greedy..."

"Only by studying hard and making money in the future can I repay her, understand?"

Although Zhang Dingrui was confused about some of the words, he heard the basic core clearly and understood it very well.

"I know brother."

Zhang Dingyu nodded in satisfaction and turned back to her room.

……

No. 1 High School is indeed the best high school in the city. Before the cool air in the early morning has dissipated, the sound of reading can be heard in the classroom.

Walking on the campus, by the flower beds, on the stairs, and beside the running track, you can see students holding books and reading in the morning.

Zhang Dingyu looked at these scenes that he once thought were far away from him. Although the air he breathed in was very cold, his chest was surging, as if he had just finished running 800 meters and his chest was surging like a tide.

Standing next to Lingyao was Mr. Huang, the teacher from the Academic Affairs Office who came to meet her.

Take Lingyao and Zhang Dingyu around the school first to familiarize them with the environment, and then take Zhang Dingyu to meet his class teacher.

Zhang Dingrui was sent to the primary school affiliated to the No. 1 Middle School half an hour ago. The primary school procedures were handled quickly and it was close to the middle school, so it was still early when he arrived at the No. 1 Middle School.

Teacher Huang knew that the person in front of him had donated money to the school for its construction, so he was nice to Lingyao, but he couldn't say he was flattering her. People who work in education all have some literary character.

He passed by a board with many student photos and stopped to explain to Lingyao.

"This is the ranking of the monthly exam for senior high school students last month. The students in the photo are basically aiming for Tsinghua University and Peking University." He said, turning his head to look at Zhang Dingyu, "As long as this child studies hard in school, I can't say anything else, but he will have no problem getting into a university."

When the two of them were talking, Zhang Dingyu usually didn't speak, although there was a voice in his heart whispering that he wouldn't just go to college.

His dark eyes were fixed on the bright red honor roll, and there seemed to be flames burning in his pupils, but he quickly concealed them.

After touring the school, Teacher Huang finally took the two to the teachers' office and took Zhang Dingyu to the head teacher of Class 9.

Before going in, Teacher Huang explained something to Lingyao.

"Although Class 9 is a regular class, Teacher Fang is a very responsible teacher. Moreover, the teaching speed of regular classes and experimental classes is quite different. Sending him to the experimental class may be a bit of a hindrance to his growth. However, No. 1 Middle School has a class placement exam every year..."

As he spoke, he pushed open the door. In the office sat a middle-aged man wearing black-framed glasses and a plaid shirt. He was dressed meticulously and had a serious expression. Even his lip curling did not reduce the rigid seriousness on his face.

This is Zhang Dingyu’s homeroom teacher and also the math teacher of Class 9, Fang Chaoming.

"I'm here. The first class will be mathematics. You come with me and introduce yourself to your classmates. Is that ok?" Fang Chaoming didn't say a word. He simply nodded to Lingyao and turned his attention to his student Zhang Dingyu.

Zhang Dingyu was asked, and immediately lowered his chin: "No problem."

Fang Chaoming nodded with satisfaction: "I have seen your previous grades. Math is not bad, but English and Chinese are a little bit weak. Although you were the first in your previous school, the competition in our city's No. 1 Middle School is very fierce. Now that you have this opportunity, you must study hard, understand."

"I know." Zhang Dingrui nodded seriously and firmly.

After giving the students a shot of prevention and reassurance, Fang Chaoming looked at Lingyao standing beside him.

"By the way, our school is a residential school. Except for senior high school students who can apply for off-campus accommodation as needed, all other students need to live on campus unless they have special requirements. So we have to trouble parents to handle the accommodation procedures."

Lingyao: ...Fuck.

She thought that Zhang Dingrui’s primary school had accommodation management, which was quite humane. After all, most parents are too busy with work to take care of their children. It would be better for them to keep their children in school under unified management, eat well, and live well. There would be nothing to worry about.

As a result, Lingyao is now... obedient.

Lingyao not only had to go through the accommodation procedures, but also had to buy daily necessities for accommodation in person and deliver them to the God of Wealth personally.

When she came back from shopping, Zhang Dingrui was still in class, so she parked the car downstairs of his dormitory building and waited for him.

It was not until the class was over at noon and the students who had finished their lunch were walking towards the dormitory building one after another, arm in arm. Only then did Lingyao get out of the car.

Searching for Zhang Dingyu among a group of energetic and vigorous male high school students.

After a few minutes, Zhang Dingyu was seen. He stood out among the group of jumping boys.

Unlike others who walked in groups of three or four, he walked alone, with no one around him. However, he did not look lonely. Instead, he had a calmness and composure that was out of place for a boy of his age.

The other boys were holding either a ball or a drink, but he was holding two books.

When he saw Lingyao, his calmness was broken and he jogged over.

After standing still, Dianqi's eyes fixed on Lingyao for two seconds, his voice a little breathless.

He called out softly, "Sister."

Lingyao hummed: "Do you know which dormitory yours is?"

"I know." Zhang Dingyu nodded, "Teacher Fang told me."

Lingyao then opened the trunk and pointed at the things in the trunk: "Okay, let's start moving to the dormitory."

Zhang Dingyu was stunned when she saw the trunk full of stuff.

Forget about the daily necessities, why are there four basketballs in it?

Lingyao responded as if it was a matter of course: "You don't play basketball?"

"...play." Zhang Dingyu was studying in a junior high school in the town. There were only two basketballs in the equipment room of the whole school. He could borrow basketballs if he wanted to play. He would occasionally participate in physical education classes. "But..."

Before Zhang Dingyu could say anything, Lingyao interrupted him and said, "Move it. Buy one ball and get three free. The extra one will be given to your roommate."

Zhang Dingyu's eyes darkened. He wanted to say something, but felt that nothing he said would be right.

However, before his thoughts became confused and he was about to reach a dead end, a pair of hands pulled him out.

Lingyao knew what the child was thinking at a glance.

"When you are faced with a kindness from someone and you can't refuse it, it's better to accept it calmly and express your gratitude. If you accept the thanks generously, the person who gave the gift will be happier."