Rich to the third generation

Las Vegas hasn't returned yet.

In terms of curriculum arrangement, it is different from what Su Yehao has been exposed to before. For example, there will be no political class.

Find the curriculum schedule. Core subjects include English, Chinese, Mathematics, General Education, Introduction to Knowledge, etc. In addition, students must take three elective subjects. Music, Portuguese, or French can also be taken as the fourth subject. Electives.

I chose chemistry, physics and biology as elective courses before, which saved Su Yehao a lot of trouble.

He felt a little strange, the problem was how he chose these three before.

It's obviously not in line with the style of a scumbag. Apart from the reason of hypnosis to make him sleep better, Su Yehao has no clue about it for the time being.

After a short break, the second class is mathematics.

As Su Yehao's specialty subject, he is more confident in mathematics than in English. He used to get high marks even in calculus in college.

The math teacher who walked into the classroom was Yang Zibo whom he had just met in the corridor.

Just a few minutes ago, Yang Zibo tried again to ask Linda Yun to go out to listen to the symphony, but as expected, he was declined.

Seeing Su Yehao now, weird thoughts kept popping up, but fortunately, he knew how to be modest and didn't show it. He blamed his colleague Linda Yun for all his faults.

The best friend, Bao Yajun, was sitting in front of Su Yehao.

At this moment.

Bao Yajun turned around and whispered to Su Yehao:

"This four-eyed teacher Yang lectures too fast, and he always only talks once. I complained to my mother a few days ago. She asked her friends and found that other students felt the same way. Recently, they will jointly complain about him. Parents My mother is going to contact the association, you can ask your parents to sign it together, can you help me?"

As a buddy, Bao Yajun certainly knew that Su Yehao didn't like studying.

But don't look at Bao Yajun's open-mouthed and closed-mouthed Jianghu morality. His academic performance is quite good. Next year, he will enter the preparatory class of the University of Hong Kong ahead of schedule and start a one-year study. As long as he passes the test, he will be able to enter the University of Hong Kong smoothly.

Su Yehao didn't like to provoke these troubles, so he said casually: "Forget it, your signatures are enough. My parents have given up on me long ago with my grades, and they don't care about these things at all."

Thinking it made sense, Bao Yajun didn't mention it, turned around and continued to listen to the class.

next door.

It was rare for Huang Zewen to not fall asleep, and he stepped on the basketball and fiddled with it back and forth.

Occasionally, he secretly looked at Su Yehao, and found that this man who didn't talk about martial arts still had a calm face, lazily listening to the class and taking notes.

Rolling his eyes, Huang Zewen thought to himself: "It's strange if you can understand, pretending to be someone to see..."

The two have been fighting all the time, and they are not good at dancing and writing, and the families of both parties have had many conflicts in business, and they have often stepped on each other.

After thinking about it, Huang Zewen felt that Su Yehao might have been stimulated by the news of an accident at home, so he didn't feel like going to sleep. He was satisfied when he found such a plausible reason, and continued lying on the table.

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It was rare to see Su Yehao listening carefully.

The person who felt that he was just pretending was the teacher Yang Zibo.

The two sides made eye contact many times, and Yang Zibo was unaware of the thirst for knowledge. Instead, he repeatedly reminded the math teacher of how embarrassing he was when Linda Yun rejected him.

Self-knowledge is the most important thing in a person. Linda Yun has actually expressed her refusal attitude very clearly, but Yang Zibo is obsessed with color, and repeatedly bumps into the muzzle, thinking that it is all her fault.

At this moment.

Yang Zibo overturned the jar of jealousy, stopped his lecture, and started teasing Su Yehao.

He said: "Young Master Su, you actually listened so seriously today. Could it be that your parents went to burn incense and worship Buddha in front of the Buddha, and it worked? Do you have any inspirations?"

Undoubtedly aimed at.

The students in the class suddenly burst into laughter. The notorious scumbag actually worked hard. Just thinking about it made them feel funny.

Su Yehao hadn't noticed Yang Zibo's hostility at the moment, and although he was a little upset, he still replied calmly: "It's not too late, the linear regression equation is understandable."

"Understand? It's not bad for Wen Quxing to entrust you with a dream at night. Study hard and don't talk nonsense. It's not good to delay other students' class!" Teacher Yang Zibo said.

Su Yehao was at a loss.

The dog beeped in my heart, thinking that I was listening to the class seriously today, who was I delaying?

Silently raised a middle finger in my heart.

The difference between the current class and the previous class is not only that Su Yehao has already mastered many knowledge points.

In addition, the more important point is that the teachers in the past were not afraid of eating public rations and initiating ruthless kings, and this kind of private aristocratic school, even if the students shouted "We will support you with tuition fees", it is reasonable.

Having a super rich parents gave Su Yehao great confidence and confidence, so his attitude was quite indifferent, and he didn't bother to be too serious.

Bao Yajun turned his head and asked silently with a smile.

This time, Su Yehao nodded decisively, expressing his willingness to sign the complaint letter together.

Retaliation should be done as early as possible, the power of the school's Parents' Association should be quite large.

Bao Yajun’s family got rich early. His grandfather’s generation was a black and white tycoon. People in the Jianghu called him “Uncle Two Guns”, and he is still alive. In his father’s generation, there are more than half of the old streets that can collect rent. Everyone has a bad temper, and he cares most about Bao Yajun's study.

There is also a cooperative relationship with the Su family, and they are mainly responsible for handling some problems such as collecting money and demanding debts to settle troubles. Su Yehao still has an impression of them.

He knows how to solve simple math problems, and he can go home and review books. He is too lazy to listen to this kind of teacher's lectures. Su Yehao found a few "Wesley" series of novels from the desk drawer, and read them with relish.

Seeing this scene, Huang Zewen was extremely pleased and satisfied.

Sure enough, the familiar Su Yehao came back.

Huang Zewen was a little at a loss for the strange appearance before, this is the familiar life, the familiar state...

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Physical education class, go out to the playground to relax.

It is by no means as simple as running around the playground and doing free activities. Students play tennis in pairs, have equestrian lessons in the afternoon, and occasionally go to the miniature golf course.

From the university preparatory class one grade higher, a tall, fair and beautiful girl walked up, holding water, smiling, and shouted to Su Yehao: "Brother Hao, come and drink some water, let's play ball?"

Su Yehao saw the shorts and sportswear and carefully observed it... definitely a good shot!

Some girls are inherently charming, and the girl in front of her is definitely one of them.

Oval face, big eyes, straight nose, long eyelashes blinking, not as thin as Jiang Yu, but tall and well-proportioned, white enough to shine, enough to satisfy all Su Yehao's fantasies about young models.

Putting aside the bamboo pole, his best friend, he didn't even want to catch the ball served by the bamboo pole.

Su Yehao wiped his sweat, walked towards the girl, and asked tentatively, "Who is so beautiful? I was so shaken that I couldn't open my eyes."

The girl immediately pretended to be angry, and said in a low voice:

"Dead ghost... Who else can I be, I'm your little sweet..."