When they picked up the chopsticks again, both of them tacitly bypassed the hairy crab on the plate that was holding the tongs and dancing the chopsticks to the powerful, and tacitly grasped the other dishes.

Lin Yian asked while having a meal: "Have you packed your schoolbag?"

Liner took a bite of the beef and nodded: "It's almost done."

Lin Yian picked up a half-baked potato for her, as if suddenly remembering something, and said, "Your school uniform, when Cui Ming went to go through the transfer procedures before, I asked him to take it back to you. I washed it and hang the balcony yesterday."

Liner nodded again.

"Then I'll take you to school tomorrow?"

After picking up the half-baked potato, Lin Er was about to agree to yes, but suddenly ate the unmelted salt lumps into her mouth. Her facial features were wrinkled into a ball.

Vomit - salty!

These potatoes are so salty that people leave their bodies. Lin Yian must have dug salt with a scoop of water when cooking!

Otherwise, would there be such a big piece of salt in the dish?!

Resisting the urge to spit out, Lin Er silently recited "This is my real father" in his heart three times, then he stretched his neck and swallowed the salt lumps and potato pieces in one piece.

"...Okay." She exclaimed as if she was wandering in her heart and nodded in response.

The next morning.

Lin Yian's big red sports car, which was so slim that people were blinding, stopped at the north gate of Jiuzhong on time.

Lin Er got out of the car and saw the school's magnificent school gate that was more than ten meters high. Sixteen marble columns carved with dragons and phoenixes stood majestic in an arch shape, with a majestic momentum.

Yunchuan No. 9 Middle School is located in Yadong Bay in Yunchuan District, Jiangzhou City.

The coastline of the scenic area is winding, with peaks and rocks all around it, and the sea of ​​strange rocks is slim and rugged. The school has a superior geographical location, surrounded by the sea and surrounded by lakes, surrounded by mountains and water, facing the sea, and flowers bloom in spring.

Logically speaking, private schools cannot get such a good position, but No. 9 Middle School is different.

As the only private middle school in the Yadong Bay scenic area that has been squeezed into by financial resources, No. 9 Middle School has brought the sentence "Nothing is impossible for money" to the extreme.

Not only did it occupy the best position in the Yadong Bay, but it also expanded the South Gate to the beach. The students were in the endless sea when they went out.

There are rumors that the principal of No. 9 Middle School was a fisherman on the riverside in his early years.

The old principal worked hard and worked hard for more than 20 years, and finally, the sky paid off, and the old principal's hard work was rewarded.

One day when he was forty, he inherited a large inheritance from his aunt who was far away in the United States, or his aunt who was eighth, a total of hundreds of millions of dollars.

After returning, he founded Yunchuan No. 9 Middle School.

At the same time, the old principal spent a lot of money to hire famous teachers at home and abroad at high prices, and actively recruited top students with excellent grades with heavy scholarships. In just a few years, No. 9 Middle School successfully ranked among the seven prestigious schools in Jiangzhou with an almost 100% admission rate.

The appointment with the class teacher was seven o'clock.

Early Monday morning, Liner knocked on the door of the office on time with an admission notice that was a week late.

It is time for morning self-study, and the teachers are all in the office, eating breakfast together with heads and heads.

Steamed dumplings, roasted rice noodles, white porridge, and fried dough sticks and soy milk are filled with them. Various snacks rely on their own strength to open up their own world on the desk where homework books are piled up.
Chapter completed!