She is Not What They Think Chapter 3

When Dylan heard Ryan Lu's tone, it felt like a lump in his throat, and he didn't know how to explain it.

After all, he is also a Harvard undergraduate graduate, so he can't even write a set of papers for the senior year of high school, but if he tells it, he will just think that he has damaged his brain.

He could only withdraw his hand silently and whispered: "I can do it, okay."

They say that bright colors definitely affect learning. Ryan Lu's hit rate on multiple-choice questions is really not very good. It seems that we can start by teaching him to study. But the question is whether Ryan Lu believes in him.

As soon as he finished speaking, he saw Ryan Lu pull out a Calculus BC exam paper with corrected scores and hand it to him.

Calculus BC is one of the most difficult mathematics courses among all AP courses. In all likelihood, the course "Dylan" chose was related to the path his parents paved for him to study abroad in the future.

He looked at the two words "Dylan" written on it like a dog crawling. He picked up the test paper and looked at it carefully. He saw that the entire test paper only contained multiple-choice questions, and all the multiple-choice questions were wrong. Mathematics was dumbfounded. No points.

Don’t worry about this class. The AP course has a 5-point scoring system. The zero score for "Dylan" can only be said to be lucky that the lowest score is 1.

... Forget it if your head is empty, your luck is still so bad, you didn't even win a single multiple-choice question.

"The teacher will teach you this set of questions on Monday." Ryan Lu saw Dylan looking at his test paper silently: "Would you like me to explain it to you one by one?"

Although he knew that all the lectures were in vain, this guy never paid attention in class, or he skipped classes with those ignorant young men.

Dylan raised his eyes and looked at Ryan Lu: "You know how to do it?"

It is said that Chinese characters are extensive and profound, and different people can have different meanings of these three words. Dylan only asked briefly. After all, he saw that the hit rate of Ryan Lu's multiple-choice questions just now was not very high.

Ryan Lu thought that Dylan was laughing at him. He lowered his eyes and smiled: "I don't know everything. I just thought it would be good to help the young master improve his score. It doesn't matter if you don't understand. I can keep talking."

"What's your score?" Dylan leaned over to see Ryan Lu's score.

Ryan Lu: ... He pushed the test paper in front of Song Que.

Dylan looked at Ryan Lu's neat score box and wrote 3 points: "Oh, passed."

Let him just say, the hit rate for the multiple-choice questions just now was not very high.

The score system for AP courses is 1-5. The total score for each subject is 5 points. 5 points = extremely well qualified, 4 points = well qualified, 3 points = qualified and 2 points = possible Qualified may be qualified, 1 point = no recommendation, not recommended.

If you want to be among the top 10 universities in the world, you must choose at least three courses with 5 points to be able to compete with international students around the world.

Just like MIT, it only accepts AP with a score of 5 points, and the requirements are very strict.

Ryan Lu: ...

"Can I go to school tomorrow?" Song Qe lay here for two or three days, and he couldn't wait to go to high school. The next task was to drive away those bad friends and study hard with Ryan Lu.

It would be great if the family arranges for them to go abroad next semester.

He will no longer steal Ryan Lu's limelight. He also has to think about how to let the Song family know that Ryan Lu is their son. This matter needs to be considered in the long run, but the Song family must know before Ryan Lu completely turns black and kills him.

Before that, I had to assist Ryan Lu well, help him recognize his ancestors and return to his clan, and prevent himself from ending up in a bad way.

"Master, do you want to go to school?" Ryan Lu thought he heard wrongly.

"Yes." Dylan nodded: "I want to study hard."

If he could successfully influence Ryan Lu, he might even be able to work as Ryan Lu's accountant. At least he would still have hope in life, which would be much better than dying in bed.

Ryan Lu was silent for two seconds on this answer: "Auntie said you have to rest at home for two days, and the doctor will come to check you tomorrow."

"Ah..." Dylan said with a little regret, "Okay then."

Ryan Lu: "?" This regretful tone?

"Remember to take notes and bring them back to me tomorrow, thank you." After Dylan finished speaking, he began to look at the zero-score test paper in front of him seriously, and he picked up his pen and began to correct it.

Ryan Lu suddenly fell silent.

Song Qe noticed that Ryan Lu had been staring at him, and wondered if this man was already thinking about how to pinch him at night? Isn't he acting friendly enough now?

According to what my sister said, "Dylan" in the novel is a character who really treats Ryan Lu like a dog. Logically speaking, he should be so civilized and polite now that he should arouse Ryan Lu's suspicion. Why is this person so calm?

Well, if you do things without being alarmed, great things will happen.

He covered his corrected test paper with his arm, looked sideways at Ryan Lu, and saw that he was still looking at him: "Don't peek at my test paper, write your own."

Ryan Lu: "...?" How could he be confident that he would see a 1-point score?

In fact, there is not a single point in the entire test paper. It can only be said that the AP score system left 1 point of respect for Dylan.

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As night falls, every part of the luxurious manor mansion lights up.

At this time, in Nuo Da's restaurant, only Song Che was enjoying dinner alone at the table that could accommodate twenty people.

"Master, the soup is here."

When Dylan saw his aunt bringing the dishes to the table, he couldn't help but be speechless. Why is it so extrAva Songgant and wasteful? Can one person eat more than a dozen dishes? This is simply a mother-in-law series.

It was also at this time that the aunt's hand holding the soup cup accidentally hit the edge of the table. The soup in the cup instantly spilled on Dylan next to her. The porcelain was also smashed to the ground, and the precious soup ingredients and fragments inside were scattered all over the floor. , a crisp sound suddenly sounded.

When the aunt saw that she had spilled the soup all over Dylan, her snow-white arms were immediately burned red. Her face turned pale as if she was about to be executed, and she knelt down in fear.

"I'm sorry, Master. I was wrong. I was really careless."

Before Dylan could react, he saw his aunt kneeling on the ground. There were fragments and soup ingredients on the ground. He immediately picked up his aunt and frowned: "It's just pouring. Get up quickly."

The aunt was obviously stunned when she saw Dylan like this: "Young Master?"

Dylan also noticed her aunt's expression and wondered if this "Dylan" was a bandit. He was born in such a family and yet he was so arrogant and domineering and had such a bad attitude towards others. Not only did Ryan Lu crawl like a dog, but he also treated his aunt at home in the same way. , just accidentally breaking the bowl of soup scared the aunt to her knees.

"It's okay. I'm going to change clothes and rinse off." Seeing that his arms were a little red, he stood up and walked to the bathroom next to him, and then said, "Auntie, just leave me a portion of sweet and sour pork ribs and a portion of vegetables. You can take the other dishes. If no one at home eats them, they will be given to you."

After speaking, he stopped and looked at his aunt: "Where is Ryan Lu?"

There was no one there just now, just like a social animal who clocks in on time and runs away after get off work every day.

"Ryan Lu went to work part-time. He seems to have found a part-time job recently. He works from 6 to 10 every night, but I don't know what he does. Both the husband and the wife allowed it."

When the aunt heard Dylan ask this, she added the last sentence just in case, and then turned to get something: "Master, wait a minute. I'm going to get the medical kit first. Your arm needs to be taken care of."

Lucas Song felt a little pain in his arm now. He went to the bathroom to rinse the redness on his arm with cold water. While rinsing, he looked up at himself in the mirror.

This pink head needs to be replaced.

Get a makeover.

Be a person again.

The aunt rushed back with the medical kit. Seeing Dylan coming out of the bathroom, she opened the medical kit and took out the burn ointment and cotton swabs: "Master, do you want to ask the doctor to come over and take a look?"

"It's not a big problem." Song Qe sat on the chair on the other side and stretched out his arms.

"I'm really sorry, young master, I was so careless." The aunt was annoyed and trembling at the same time, thinking why the young master was so easy to talk to today. If this is usually a bit hot, then the sky is falling. He is very coquettish, so he is not allowed to act recklessly. After one or two hours of overturning the table, he will never give up.

Why do you feel like you have become so easy to get along with after being photographed this time?

"Just be more careful next time. It would be rude if you offend other guests." Dylan felt the burnt area was a little stinging and wanted to shrink his hand, which meant he frowned.

When the aunt heard this, she stopped talking and looked at Song Que.

Dylan saw his aunt like this: "What's wrong?"

ah! Don't keep staring at him! Really uncomfortable!

"Master, why do I feel... when you wake up, it seems..." Auntie didn't dare to say it, but she couldn't help it.

"You seem to be a human being?" Dylan asked.

The aunt didn't expect Dylan to say that. She wanted to laugh but didn't dare. She just lowered her head and applied medicine to his arm.

"Those who have died once should know how to cherish them." After Dylan said this, he thought to himself that this sentence was also meant for him. In the past, he seemed to have worked a little too hard, studying hard, trying to get ahead, and shouldering all the burdens. My sister doesn’t want the pressure of inheriting the family business.

The car accident may not have been an accident.

Let's make peace with it now.

"Young master, you have suddenly thought about it. If the husband and wife know about it, they will be very happy." The aunt thought to herself, what a ghost, could it be normal that she was patted on the head by a prostitute?

Dylan became distracted while listening to it. Can he stop driving? If you can't think about it, you will be drugged and die in bed. It would be better to be hit by a car and die one more time. Thinking about such a social death is terrifying.

"Why does Ryan Lu have a part-time job?" He asked curiously, how could this guy be so good at making money? He was paid as a playmate for "Dylan" in the Song family, and now he had to go out to work part-time every night. Is this guy over 18 years old?

"I don't know about this. Didn't the young master ask Ryan Lu?"

Dylan: ... Is the relationship between these two people so good?

"Young master, why don't you go out tonight? Before the business trip, my husband and wife said that the young master must have a good rest this time before letting you go back to school. Your mobile phone is still there in Ryan Lu."

Dylan thought to himself, let's just say, he hasn't used his mobile phone in three days.

"Don't go out, sleep."

So just like that, he picked enough meat and vegetables for the Manchu-Han banquet, and asked his aunt to take the rest for the logistics. After he was full, he took a leisurely walk in the manor.

Finally, I got lost in the manor and was taken back to the main building by the security guard.

"Good night, young master."

"Thanks."

After this embarrassing thing happened, after he closed the door, he pressed his forehead against the door and banged it twice, making his ears turn red.

Really, it’s so embarrassing to be lost!

The security guard at the door: ... What a ghost, hearing this young master say thank you.

After washing, he lay flat on the bed, still thinking about the various situations if he had not gotten lost, if he had not been discovered by the security guards... thinking about countless 'if not' versions, thinking about entering into deep sleep.

He didn't even notice that the door was opened.

He even pinched his ankle again and didn't feel it.

The next day.

Song Qe woke up and sat on the edge of the bed with an empty head. He looked out the window again. He touched his forehead. It was cool. The fever had long gone. He coughed twice more, which was just a little bit of cough left. .

Ah, so boring.

He stood up, stretched out in front of the window, and twisted left and right.

Knock knock knock ---

"Master, have you gotten up?"

Song Qe was so frightened that he immediately stopped twisting his waist, sat back on the bed, and said calmly: "Well, I'm awake."

"Would you like to have breakfast now or later? The doctor is already here."

Dylan thought to himself that if the doctor is already here, can he still wait? That would be rude. He walked to the bathroom: "I'll be out in ten minutes. Let's see the doctor first."

Ten minutes later, he looked at the dozen cases in front of him and fell silent.

With Dylan's physique and arrogance, he could easily be beaten to death by Ryan Lu.

"Master, you have to pay close attention to this heart attack. You really can't do these strenuous exercises anymore, and you can't always have such high emotions. If you always have frequent fevers or fainting, which will cause myocarditis, it will be very difficult. I may need surgery again."

"The same goes for when I return to school. I won't do any strenuous exercise. I want to ensure my own safety."

Dylan nodded seriously: "I understand."

Need surgery again? In other words, "Dylan" had already undergone surgery, so he still dared to act like this with his own body. He would die before Ryan Lu took action.

The doctor glanced at Dylan.

Dylan felt that the doctor's look was telling a story, and he wanted to know why. It was simply that his current reaction was too normal, and seemed not so normal. After all, "Dylan" was an arrogant, domineering, crazy person.

"Well, I really understand. It seems that I will take good care of my body from today on. Thank you doctor."

The doctor thought to himself, what the hell, this ancestor can speak human language and can actually say thank you.

A black Maybach slowly drove out of the garage.

"Master, do you really want to go to school now?"

Song Qe was sitting in the back seat of the car. He finally asked the doctor if he could go to school, and he promised that he would only go to school to study. Although he got a doubtful look in the end, he was finally able to come out for some air.

But the most important thing is to save Ryan Lu.

After all, "Dylan" was the one who took the lead in bullying Ryan Lu in school.

"Well, I'm going to study."

The driver's hand holding the steering wheel hesitated for a moment, then he glanced at the rearview mirror and found that Song Che was looking at him.

Dylan nodded; "Really."

The driver quickly looked away and quickly started the vehicle.

"Drive carefully and pay attention to safety." Dylan thought to himself that after such a car accident, he still had some sequelae. After saying this, he silently grabbed the armrest of the roof of the car.

Driver: "?" Damn it, this ancestor would say such a thing.

After a twenty-minute drive, we arrived at a very luxurious private school.

It happened to be school time in the afternoon, and there were many luxury cars parked to pick up and drop off children.

Song Qe got out of the car and said goodbye to the driver. As he was approaching the school gate, he saw so many students carrying schoolbags. Only then did he realize that he did not bring a schoolbag and became the object of many people's attention.

... Look at what he is doing, isn't he just not bringing his schoolbag?

As a result, one or two came over to say hello to him.

"Mr. Song, why haven't you been back for a few days?"

"Master Song, are you feeling better?"

"Mr. Song, I made some snacks for you. You can come to my class later~"

...

There are both boys and girls, and they are so enthusiastic that "Dylan" is a popular figure in the school and the school bully. Such care is probably because they are afraid of "Dylan".

But what's so scary about "Dylan" with such a weak body?

He accepted it calmly with no expression on his face, and could only nod. He didn't know the person and didn't know what the point of talking was, so he prepared to walk into the school.

At this moment, a strong and strong arm suddenly hugged his shoulders from behind, making him turn his head in fear.

"You're back, Song Song."

Song Che slowly raised his head and looked at this tall man. He looked at the tall man in front of him with golden hair and a black gold earring on his right ear. His facial features were handsome and three-dimensional. He was looking at him with a smile on his lips. Maybe he was too much. Being too close made him silent for a while.

"Why, are you still angry at me for taking you surfing? Then don't go next time. I'll be scolded by your parents."

Dylan saw that this tall young man seemed to be very familiar with "Dylan". It turned out that this man was the one who took "Dylan" to die. No wonder he came here:

"that...?"

The tall young man raised his hand and pressed Dylan's head. Seeing that he was stunned, he then lowered his voice and approached his ear: "They are playing with Ryan Lu. Do you want to go and have a look?"

Dylan's eyes widened when he heard this: "What are you doing playing with Ryan Lu?"

What! ! School bullying! ! No, he had to hurry up and save Ryan Lu! Just increase your favorability level again!

"Why didn't he take good notice of you and let you go surfing?" The tall boy let go of him, put his hands in his pockets, his white shirt was slightly open, and his posture was ruthless.

Dylan: "...?"

In the grove behind the dormitory building, three boys stood under the towering tree in the blind spot of surveillance. Each of them was tall and had outstanding appearance.

One of them was wearing a neat shirt and black trousers, and his sneakers were extremely old, while the other two were wearing uniform shirts that were not well worn. They were all wearing famous brands and had contemptuous expressions. You could tell at a glance who was being bullied.

With a 'pop' sound, the dirty schoolbag was thrown at Ryan Lu's feet.

"Give it back to you, pick it up."

Ryan Lu saw that his clean and mended schoolbag fell to the ground and was stained again. He lowered his eyes, suppressing his emotions in his eyes, knowing that these young masters were not easy to mess with, and he would definitely not be able to mess with them now.

My father said, keep your tail between your legs and your head down, don't cause trouble and no one will mess with him.

He was about to bend down to pick it up, but he was hit hard by an elbow on the back, and even kicked on the knee joint. He suddenly knelt down, and the next second his hair was grabbed and his face was forced to lift up. .

"Ryan Lu, don't see you touching him in front of us in the future. Put away your dirty thoughts." The tall blond boy wearing gold-rimmed glasses bent down and saw him pulling Ryan Lu's hair and smiling. Looking at his painful look, there was no warmth in his eyes.

Ryan Lu endured the pain of his scalp being pulled up, frowning, and almost bit the hatred into pieces and swallowed it into his stomach: "Okay."

These people look like dogs...

"Stay away from Ava Song. You still want to be his dog, and you can't even take care of him." The tall boy standing next to the blond boy lowered his eyes. He raised his eyelids and put his pockets in his eyes. Arrogant and arrogant, he raised his foot and kicked Ryan Lu's trouser leg.

"What are you doing?"

At this moment, a clear voice came.

The afternoon light filtered through the treetops and scattered dapples on the ground from the cracks in the trees, bringing a slender and well-proportioned figure forward.

Ryan Lu felt that it was dazzling to be forced to raise his head and face the sun in such a posture, but he was quickly blocked by the figure who walked up to him, and the hand that was holding his hair was brushed away by the cold hand of the person in front of him.

"When you beat a dog, you have to look at the owner."

Dylan pulled Ryan Lu up, looked at the other two boys, and said calmly: "Don't touch him in the future."