Just left the office.

As I walked out, I unexpectedly bumped into Linda Yun’s colleague, a bespectacled, refined young man who looked to be about twenty-seven or twenty-eight years old.

This young teacher was named Yang Zibo, a graduate of Harvard University.

Clearly a mathematical genius with a doctorate, yet he could only come to a school like this to teach middle schoolers.

Yang Zibo certainly recognized Su Yehao.

He was slightly stunned to see him walking out of the office with Linda Yun.

Just now at the door, Yang Zibo happened to hear things like "Want you drunk in my arms is true" and "I don't know how many girls will suffer in the future," which he found a bit strange.

Not thinking too much about it for now, he immediately greeted them with a smile, saying, "Young Master Su, what trouble have you gotten into again? Teacher Yun has such a good temper, don't give her any more headaches. Hi, Linda, you look really beautiful today."

Linda Yun seemed a little embarrassed, quickly retracting the smile that had been on her face. She nodded slightly in acknowledgment, saying nothing.

After walking a few steps, Su Yehao gossiped, "Is that guy your suitor? Saying you look really beautiful today, he doesn't know how to talk. You're clearly beautiful every day."

Linda Yun couldn't help but smile again, playfully hitting Su Yehao and saying, "Teacher Yang is pretty good, a very honest person. He only sent me flowers on Valentine's Day, and we had only known each other for a few days at the time, so it's always been a little awkward between us. It's a pity he's not my type..."

Yang Zibo went to class earlier, only to realize he had forgotten to bring his lecture notes.

He quickly went into the office and came out again, just in time to see Linda Yun in the hallway, not only smiling but also reaching out to pat Su Yehao on the shoulder.

Such a great beauty, and so close by, yet he never had the chance to win her over first.

Yang Zibo had been teased by his other colleagues for weeks. Suddenly seeing this scene, he inexplicably felt jealous.

Even though he knew Su Yehao was young and just Linda Yun's student, he still couldn't help but overthink things.

Mainly because a student like Su Yehao was no simple matter. Not only was he wealthy, but he was also handsome, already a young man coming into his own.

Due to his ordinary background, the son of a pineapple farmer from Baodao, Yang Zibo's personality was somewhat eccentric.

As he walked, he smiled self-deprecatingly, thinking that rich men were indeed more popular. Whether their grades were bad or their age was inappropriate, they were easily forgiven. As for himself, a proud graduate of the Harvard University Mathematics Department, he didn't even have the right to be noticed by Linda Yun.

The seeds of jealousy were thus sown by chance...

***

Back in the classroom.

Now in the second year of high school, the knowledge in the English textbook was neither too difficult nor too easy.

Su Yehao casually flipped through it and found that he knew the vast majority of it. However, if he wanted to get good grades in the future, he couldn't say he had it in the bag yet.

After all, this was a noble school. Many students had English as their first language from a young age, and their spoken English was extremely fluent. There were many students who had grown up in a bilingual environment. There were even two white foreign students in the class, both boys.

In addition, some of the knowledge had already been returned to his teachers, so he still had to study seriously. Overall, this course was not too difficult for Su Yehao.

He found Linda Yun's personality quite good, and her appearance was too pleasing to the eye, making even the most boring class a little more enjoyable.

Sitting back in the classroom with a bunch of teenagers.

This lack of pressure regarding material things and life, and the infinite anticipation for the future, made Su Yehao feel particularly wonderful. Even his old man's investment failure couldn't affect his good mood at the moment.

The teaching was basically entirely in English. As an American-born Chinese, Linda Yun certainly had no problem with her spoken English.

Listening to her lecture, Su Yehao casually flipped through his previous textbooks, which were indeed very new. Apart from some knife doodles and cartoon big-breasted women, he couldn't find any written notes.

Perhaps the him of the past had been determined from the start to use money to open doors and never worried about getting into college, so he thought it didn't matter whether he studied or not.

Thinking about it carefully, that made sense too.

His family was so rich. He was definitely winning at the starting line. What did it matter if he didn't go to school? Anyway, he didn't need to learn a skill to work for someone else and support his family.

But the current Su Yehao felt that since he was sitting in the classroom anyway, he might as well continue studying.

He listened attentively and took notes.

Standing on the podium, Linda Yun smiled in satisfaction when she saw this, assuming that this young master had turned over a new leaf and was working hard for the sake of their secret "dinner date" agreement. Unfortunately, she didn't know how long he could keep it up...

At the desk next to him.

Huang Zewen, who had been partying all night and then scolded by his father when he got home, was now sleeping on his exquisite desk.

As a rich second-generation, Huang Zewen also didn't have to worry about getting into college. His parents had already helped him get into a university in Australia. Anyway, it was just to get a diploma, and even if he went, he would just be playing around. There was no pressure at all.

He slept soundly for more than half an hour.

At this moment, Huang Zewen drowsily opened his eyes, the marks from the desk still on his face, and his yellow hair sticking up.

Looking at his hairstyle, he was obviously imitating Brother Nan from Causeway Bay, and he had been reluctant to get a haircut.

He looked around.

The teacher was still teaching, and there was no one from the school's academic affairs office outside to catch him. Everything was normal.

In his daze, he vaguely felt that something was wrong, and he looked at his nemesis Su Yehao again!

For a moment, Huang Zewen's eyes almost popped out of his head!

Not for any other reason.

It was because Su Yehao was actually listening to the lecture and even holding a pen... taking notes!!!?

Two perennial bottom-feeders.

Usually relying on luck for tests to decide who was second-to-last and last in the grade.

Suddenly discovering that Su Yehao was actually listening to the lecture and even taking notes, how could Huang Zewen not be shocked! If he remembered correctly, thinking back over the past two or three years, today was the first time he had ever seen Su Yehao take notes!!!

This made Huang Zewen extremely surprised, unable to believe what he was seeing, and silently telling himself that he must be drawing or writing a love letter.

He endured until the end of class.

Huang Zewen decisively got up and secretly glanced at Su Yehao's desk, only to see the English notes in the notebook, neat, beautiful, and organized.

The second-generation was immediately overwhelmed, muttering, "Damn it, you're secretly working hard while I'm sleeping!"

There was no way around it, Huang Zewen had to be afraid.

Although he was ruthless, his old man was even more ruthless. In the past, he could pull Su Yehao down to be his垫背 (diàn bèi - scapegoat), but what if Su Yehao's grades took off...? Just thinking about his old man's belt made Huang Zewen's heart tremble. He was bound to get a beating!

Unable to believe it, he looked at Su Yehao's notebook again. This time, Huang Zewen covered his eyes, feeling that his future was bleak.

He continued to mutter, "You deadbeat! You don't play fair..."