abnabooks Chapter 233 Which School Are You From?
Chapter 233 Which School Are You From?
Seeing the words "class reunion", Han Yuan's mind turned around and several familiar faces appeared.
Memories about high school are almost polarizing. Before awakening, he was still a genius admired by everyone in Luoshui No. 1 Middle School, but after awakening, he immediately became a fool that everyone ridiculed.
In my impression, I have a few good friends, but they are basically just acquaintances.
Tan Qianqian, Li Zhirou...
Tan Qianqian stayed in Shiwandashan forever, and Li Zhirou...
A complex look appeared in Han Yuan's eyes.
Since that day, he had no news about Li Zhirou.
Maybe not disturbing is the best thing to do.
Han Yuan put down his phone and gave up the idea of going to the class reunion.
Boom, boom, boom!
The door was pushed open with a creak, and Han Yuan turned around. An old lady stood hunched outside the door, with a loving face: "Oh, Xiao Yuan didn't even tell grandma when he came back! Who am I to ask?"
Han Yuan couldn't help but put a smile on his face. He walked forward and helped the old man sit down: "Grandma, please sit down first. I have brought you a lot of good things when I come back this time!"
After saying that, Han Yuan's hand flashed with light and he began to take out some of the supplements he had prepared long ago.
"This is the eight-hundred-year-old Shouwu. You usually cut it into small pieces to make tea. Also, this is a thousand-year-old mountain ginseng..."
The old lady smiled as she watched Han Yuan take out various valuable supplements from the dimensional ring, and then introduced them to herself one by one.
No matter what it was, the old lady was never surprised at all. She just looked at the child who was just like her own grandson lovingly.
"Child, stop working and sit down. I just want to see you."
The old lady waved her hands.
Han Yuan sat down obediently after hearing this. This old lady could be said to be his most important person in Luoshui County.
If it weren't for this old lady, Han Yuan felt that he might have died on countless winter nights.
The old lady looked at Han Yuan quietly for a long time, and then said, "I have grown up and matured."
Han Yuan was a little embarrassed and looked up at the old lady's face seriously.
He had seen the old lady's face many times, but when he looked at it again, he felt something was different.
The old lady's face does not have the age spots that should be seen at this age. Instead, it is very smooth, with only a few fine lines given by time.
In Han Yuan's memory, it seemed that the old lady had always been like this.
I don't know why, when Han Yuan saw the old lady's eyes, he always felt like he was looking at mountains or the sea, so broad, boundless, and mysterious!
After being taught a lesson by Zhuang Chengfeng, Han Yuan deliberately walked around the old lady's body several times with his telekinesis, but there was no trace of any supernatural power.
"Maybe I'm overthinking it. Grandma is just in good health." Han Yuan thought to himself.
He didn't believe that with his current strength of mind power, he couldn't even see a clue.
No matter who the old lady was, her kindness to Han Yuan was true, and Han Yuan no longer struggled.
Han Yuan looked at the old lady and saw the old lady looking behind him and smiling without saying a word.
Han Yuan was startled, then turned his head, only to see Han Qiao hiding behind him, his big eyes flickering at the old lady.
The old lady smiled and waved: "What a pretty little girl, come over to grandma, and grandma will braid your hair."
Han Qiao glanced at Han Yuan, and Han Yuan nodded.
The little girl then walked out from behind Han Yuan, trotted to move a chair in front of the old lady, then climbed on the chair, sat down obediently, and remained motionless, with a "Okay, let's get started" look.
The old lady was immediately amused by the little girl's naive appearance. She stretched out her hand and started to comb Han Qiao's hair: "Who combed your hair? Such a beautiful little girl has her hair combed like a bird's nest."
"elder brother!"
Now Han Qiao was also scared, straightened up, and loudly complained about Han Yuan's condition. It seemed that he was dissatisfied with Han Yuan's hair-combing style for a long time!
Han Yuan scratched his head in embarrassment. He didn't know how to comb his hair, but it took a lot of effort to tie it up for Han Qiao.
The New Year atmosphere outside is already very strong, with bustling crowds and constant traffic.
The sun was shining in the room, and the old man was combing the little girl's hair carefully. The two were talking and laughing, and the scene looked very warm.
Han Yuan thought to himself that it would be nice to have a younger sister.
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Han Yuan went to No. 3 Middle School the next day, and the old lady told him that Tian Tai wanted to meet him.
Walking to the entrance of No. 3 Middle School, Han Yuan was stunned.
Luoshui No. 3 Middle School, which was once overgrown with weeds, has now undergone earth-shaking changes.
The gate is entirely carved with stone, and a pair of stone lions sit at the door in a majestic and domineering manner. All the houses inside have been renovated, and there is a playground, square, and martial arts arena.
The current No. 3 Middle School is no less impressive than the No. 1 Middle School in Han Yuan's impression.
The university vacation is early, and the high school has not yet vacationed. At this time, some students can be vaguely seen inside. Although the number is not very large, it has become many times more prosperous than when there were only two or three people.
"Classmate, who are you looking for?"
A group of boys and girls who looked like students came over and saw Han Yuan standing in the middle of the door, so they came over and asked.
Han Yuan said, "Oh, I'm looking for Principal Tian."
One of the students was shocked: "How can it be that a big shot like Principal Tian is someone you can meet whenever you want?"
The others also said proudly: "That's right, our school is now the best middle school in Luoshui County, but we don't accept everyone!"
Han Yuan smiled and said nothing. Tian Tai had always adhered to the educational philosophy of teaching students in accordance with their aptitude. The school had just developed, and it was impossible to teach too many students if he wanted to fully follow Tian Tai's philosophy.
Everyone looked at Han Yuan up and down, and saw that Han Yuan was about the same age as them, but very unfamiliar. They couldn't help but look at Han Yuan with suspicion.
Luoshui No. 3 Middle School does accept students, but they must pass strict assessments. Could it be that Han Yuan came through the back door?
Han Yuan didn't want to talk to these little brats and said calmly: "I am your senior. Just tell me the address of Principal Tian's office."
Everyone was startled at first, and then asked in shock: "Are you Senior Cheng Zheng?"
They couldn't help but be shocked. They were already senior students in high school, and their last class... there were only two people in total - Cheng Zheng and Mu Zisu!
And the final results of both of them were very amazing. Cheng Zheng was admitted to Yingtian University in Gujing, and Mu Zisu was admitted to Yingtian University!
Han Yuan was stunned when he heard this. Who is Cheng Zheng?
When everyone saw Han Yuan's expression, they knew that Han Yuan was not Cheng Zheng, so they hesitated and said: "You...can't be Mu Zisu..."
They remember that Mu Zisu is a girl!
Han Yuan's eyes flashed with strange color, this name made an impression.
Countless memories emerged in an instant, and Han Yuan suddenly remembered the two people he took with him at that time. The boy seemed to be named Cheng Zheng.
A strange "unlucky" power, very special.
He must recognize Cheng Zheng when he sees him, but his name is really a bit blurry.
Thinking of this, Han Yuan still shook his head.
This group of young people suddenly narrowed their eyes and looked at Han Yuan warily.
Isn't it someone from another school who came to inquire about the enemy?
"What school do you go to?"
Han Yuan looked at them a little funny, but also a little nostalgic. In them, he seemed to see his own shadow.
The next moment, Han Yuan disappeared on the spot, leaving only a faint voice.
"I'm from Chang'an Academy."