Lin Yian fell into deep self-doubt: "Although the effect of insult is achieved, how do I feel that I have been insulted?"

Liner: “…ah?”

Lin Yian went to school early and went to elementary school at the age of four, but his high school was not in Jiangzhou, but in Xiangzhou, a city not far from Jiangzhou.

Old Mrs. Lin’s mother’s home is in Xiangzhou. At that time, Young Master Lin was in his rebellious period of youth and could not be locked up. Every day, he wore a big hole here and a denim jacket with a larger hole there swaying around. He was arrogantly slapped in his ears. When he walked, he was jingling all over his body, and he looked like a broken bicycle in 1982.

Mr. Lin was busy with business and had no time to control his young son, so he simply let him grow freely. But the old lady was worried that if no one was in charge of this little ancestor, she would definitely make a hole in the sky one day. She transferred to him in the second year of high school, and transferred to Xiangzhou No. 3 Middle School, and took her to watch.

It was there that Lin Yian met Xie Heng.

However, although the two were in the same school, Xie Heng was one year older than Lin Yi'an.

This is how bad fate often begins.

Lin Yian remembered that when he was in his second year of high school, there was a honor list in the small square of Xiangzhou No. 3 Middle School. The list will be updated in time after each exam. The names of the top ten and the first in the single subject are on the list.

And Xie Heng is the big pervert who ranks first in all single subjects and the list.

The top ten in the grades of the flowing water, the top in the grades of the iron can’t be beaten.

Every time Lin Yian passed by the small square of the school, he would see groups of juniors holding snacks in one hand and three incense sticks in the other, running to the honor list to kneel down to worship the god of study and seek blessings from the god of study.

The expression on their faces was so sincere. I guess they were not so pious to offer sacrifices to their ancestors during the Qingming Festival.

As the saying goes, one mountain cannot accommodate two tigers, and they are all school leaders. Lin Yian has disliked Xie Heng since then. It would be fine if he studied well, but he is so beautiful that he doesn't leave any way for others to live.

Fortunately, the two are one level apart and they don’t have much interaction. You walk on your sunny road and walk on my single-plank bridge, but we are still at peace. But the bad fate is ultimately a bad fate, and we can’t even kill them.

After graduating from high school, Lin Yian went abroad to study and arrived at the new school. Before the whole world could celebrate, gongs and drums were heard, but he turned around and found that he was the direct senior of Xie Heng.

The above is unbearable to look back on the past, and all of them are bad fates.

Mr. Lin's temper comes and goes quickly. As soon as he passes his temper, he instantly throws the topic aside and knocks the bowl with a spoon and asks Lin Er happily: "Oh, kid, I'll ask you something."

"What?" Liner raised his head from the fish soup.

"Are you very familiar with Xie Heng?" Lin Yian asked.

"Xie Heng? No." Lin Er bit the spoon and shook his head. He didn't know why his father suddenly mentioned this, "I met him once at the previous dinner, and I still listen to you about him later."

Lin Yian was even more confused: "Then why did he come up and ask me why I didn't bring you out together today?"
Chapter completed!