The atmosphere suddenly became strange.

Originally, the boys were fighting like peacocks, while the girls were chuckling next to them. One or two lively ones also snatched a few words from time to time, which attracted the female compatriots to echo. But after Yang Yi's breakfast was brought up, almost everyone fell into a sudden silence.

It goes without saying that Xinfeng Minsheng has limited time and limited time every morning to cook crab roe and tender bamboo shoots, and the girls present have heard about the value of green fruit fresh yogurt.

This kind of super fresh yogurt that can only be purchased in Xinfeng Minsheng and can be classified as dessert in the town building. It is made of Xinfeng Minsheng's exclusive milk secret, and then adds chrysanthemum peaches and Yanzhou white pears that were just picked from the trees in the early morning of the day, and enters the ice cellar to a low temperature and emergency town for half an hour.

The feeling of feeding the spoonful of scoops into your mouth was that you couldn't catch up with the slap of fruit milk. No wonder the girl who took out the yogurt felt embarrassed and slightly annoyed, which made Yang Yi a little apologized.

I ate more than 180 yuan in one breakfast, which was rare in Yuezhou in 1997. You should know that when many well-off families came to Xinfeng for breakfast, they just ordered a basket of tender bamboo shoots and cooked them together with other breakfasts.

And the money Yang Yi spent in his hand was almost half of the cost of their party.

But in the past three years of No. 3 Middle School, this boy has always appeared in front of everyone with a difficult life. Now he suddenly looks like a nouveau riche, which inevitably surprises his classmates.

These teenagers of fifteen or sixteen years old are far from mature. For them, if there is such a person, regardless of his academic performance or family environment, as long as they are at a height that can only be looked up to at the beginning, then their attitude towards this person is mostly close and awe.

But if the grades of a poor student soared, or if a miserable child turned into a rich young man, then it is almost certain that all kinds of rumors that are enough to suffocate him.

And Yang Yicha unfortunately became the latter.

After a moment of surprise, these top students from No. 3 Middle School decided that Yang Yi was devoted to all his two grandsons who were pleasing Principal Xue, and his silent eyes were full of contempt and sneer. However, they didn't care whether they really understood Yang Yi's current situation.

For them, what are the reasons for the improvement of poor students' grades and why poor students suddenly become generous is not the issues they care about. The only thing they care about is this huge contrast that makes them feel uncomfortable inexplicably.

If it was just those boys who felt uncomfortable with Yang Yi's appearance at the beginning, then now, these luxurious breakfasts that suddenly appeared in front of everyone, also subconsciously rejected him by several girls who had a little sympathy for Yang Yi.

In their eyes, Yang Yi instantly became a poor clown who went to the wrong place to serve the children. And this clown was obviously from an average family background, but he was still pretending to be a fat man.

They just love these foods purely and have the ability to enjoy them.

Yang Yi, a reborn man who had experienced half of the reincarnation in society, immediately took everyone's expressions, but he was extremely helpless! It was originally just the most common encounter between classmates, but because of the special identities of the two little guys around him and his money-spending act that he was quite suspicious of slapping his face, he inadvertently attracted some enemies.

Yao Siwen jumped out. Compared with the boys around him, he was a very careful and thoughtful person. In addition, although Yang Yi had poor grades in other subjects in his previous life, he repeatedly stole the limelight of Yao Siwen, who is a representative of Chinese class, in terms of Chinese language, especially composition. At this moment, Yao Siwen caught the opportunity to target Yang Yi, so naturally he would not let him go so easily.

What's more, Yang Yi just made him lose face: "Hey, Yang Yi, I remember your score is still ten points away from the admission line of No. 3 Middle School, right?"

Yang Yi nodded. Although this fact is not very nice, he does not feel ashamed of being embarrassed. He wanted to be a man for two lives to be ashamed of his own exam results - even in the middle school entrance examination - and it would be a bit natural.

Yao Siwen looked incomprehensible: "That one cent is 1,000 yuan. You are still a dozen points away now. Don't you have to spend more than 10,000 yuan in sponsorship fees? You are all used here now, so don't be enough at that time."

"Well, yes, the current students with different prices are worried." Yang Yiyi looked generous and indifferent, and seemed to not hear the sharp thorn in Yao Siwen's words.

Seeing that his offensive had no effect on Yang Yi, Yao Siwen couldn't help feeling depressed as a dog biting a hedgehog, so he smiled and pretended to be puzzled: "Your home is Qinggu Street in the south of Xiu Hunan, right? It's not far from No. 3 Middle School. It's not a problem for you to run around to take care of your children. But we will be far away from school in the future. In the first high school, we will be exhausted to death!"

After hearing this, several girls finally felt the interest of even looking at Yang Yi.

Their disappointment naturally makes sense. If Yang Yi's appearance at the beginning made them suddenly recall the moment when he and the school bully were in a suffocating manner, the subsequent development of the incident became the sewage of the tall figure blackened - using an almost luxurious consumption method to detour the principal, just because the high school entrance examination scores did not meet the admission score line, which was enough to constitute a reason for him to be ridiculed.

The two nouns in Yao Siwen's last sentence finally became a heavy shadow that offsets the last halo on Yang Yi's body.

Qing'an Street, one high.

One is the old town of Yuezhou, the most broken tube building, and the other is a high school that gathers elite students in Yuezhou.

When a young man who lives in the former seems to be destined to be out of fate with the latter, then these two coordinate points that do not have an inevitable logical relationship are enough to form the distance between heaven and hell.

The boys who were so alert and unhappy about Yang Yi all smiled at each other, just because at this moment, Yang Yi was their best foil and the best stepping stone for them to show their own excellence.

Although there are talking and laughing on the surface, the disdain in the heart is actually increasing.

Wang Jing and other students with higher spirits no longer paid attention to this matter and began to discuss today's event arrangements. They were reluctant to give Yang Yi another one. The smiles on the faces of Yao Siwen and his few best friends became stronger, and there was a feeling of instantly tying their opponents into hell.

"Your family has to pay a high sponsorship fee and pay to go to No. 3 Middle School to handle some relationships, which is very hard!" Yao Siwen's friend suddenly said: "By the way, are you working part-time? A few days ago, I heard from my aunt that a garbage cleaner was beaten by a few children picking up rags. This matter is quite a big deal. If you also go to waste purchases, you should pay attention!"

It seems to be a joke, but the vicious meaning in it is self-evident. Several students even showed a sudden enlightenment after hearing this.

It turns out that this is how his money comes from? The facial expressions of a group of people turned from disdain to disgust - they just went to the garbage dump to make pocket money, and they actually showed off in front of themselves. They were really shameless and boring.

In fact, Yang Yi never had the idea of ​​showing off. On the contrary, some people wishfully thought that things were what they imagined, which really made Yang Yi speechless - compared with them, the self-hypnosis ability of Wheel Gong was like a bunch of shit.

Although there were three or two students who vaguely felt that their side seemed too subjective, they were even more unlikely to argue with their companions for Yang Yi, so they were so happy that they watched coldly.

So Yang Yiming was on the same table with them, but they were divided into two clearly divided worlds! There were also a few girls who formed their own small circle and started talking: "Hey, don't say it, Class 3 is really talented. Yang Yi and Su Wan are both the protagonists of that matter, and they both happened to be picking up rags. This is really fate!"

A group of little girls laughed, and their tone was cleared of their ease! After all, many of them were more or less curious about the boy when the school meeting storm had not subsided, and even stumbled on Yang Yi's information to friends in Class 3. Now the halo that the boy had just covered his body suddenly went out, and even developed in the direction of moldy and smelly smell. Naturally, they subconsciously wanted to avoid that slightly ill-tempered memory.

Their clearance and escape even seem so impatient.

This is not how low their character is. After all, vanity is the instinct of most girls. Who would like to make people point fingers behind their backs? I have ever paid attention to a boy who can't get on the table?

The boy's amazing talent that day and that day certainly made people excited, but the brilliance of the fireworks bloomed was only a moment!

And this moment is far from enough to support a romance that is unbearable in their lives.

Youth is like a sandy castle, but it collapses instantly because of some trivial matters that are not worth mentioning.

...

"Let's leave after eating. I'll go to Meizhuang later. The private museum there is only open until 11 am!" Wang Jing saw that a group of people had almost eaten, so he got up and organized the arrangements, with a pride in his tone.

While you are struggling for your future destiny, we are visiting a private museum with elegant character!

Wang Jing suddenly felt sad that he regarded someone like Yang Yi as an opponent. But he didn't know that Yang Yi never cared about the opinion of a middle school student from the beginning to the end.

When Yao Siwen passed by Yang Yi, he finally couldn't help but say something sinister: "Don't struggle without any effort. Even if you barely reach No. 3 Middle School, you will be just a sub-building building in the future and will not be able to make waves."

Then he snorted and passed by. The sound was not loud, but he felt the pleasure of revenge for a long time.

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I repaired this chapter for a while, and I couldn't hold on in the next chapter halfway. I'll see you tomorrow night at 5:20 in the morning.

I also specially thanked my classmates, "Exhaust in anger" and "Crispy Body~~~~" and other fans, and my dear friends. I wanted to express my gratitude several times, but I fell asleep after the update. The next day, I thought about it and looked like a silly expression of "I forgot it again". Fortunately, I remembered it today.
Chapter completed!