She is Not What They Think Chapter 10

In the past, Dylan was a typical uneducated second-generation ancestor. He went to a first-tier international school. Even if his grades were as bad as mud, he still couldn't stand up to the strong background of being the son of the school director. It can almost be said that even this was the case. I can still enter the top 10 universities in the world as planned.

The most I can do is not put him in the Ivy League class, so at least he won't be as bad as he is.

But such a class this morning made the parallel class seem to be in a state of excitement. They all thought that Dylan was studying secretly, and now that it was almost time, they finally decided to show off their true abilities.

In the teacher's office at this time---

"Teacher Zhang, do you think Dylan came up with this question?"

"Yes, he did it. This competition question only took ten minutes. His ideas and steps are very standard answers. It can be seen that the basic skills are very solid." Zhang Ban said as he opened the sharing system and was about to check The results of this class last month.

Then he felt that the other teachers were looking at him in silence.

Zhang Ban noticed everyone's subtle looks and paused while clicking the mouse: "What's wrong?"

"Teacher Zhang, we can only give you a small reminder as someone who has been through this. When dealing with this ancestor, we must use the idea of   'respecting the fate of others and putting aside the fate of helping others'."

When Zhang Ban heard the teacher next door approaching him and reminding him in a low voice, he adjusted his glasses and wondered: "What's wrong with Dylan? He's a very smart kid."

He looks pretty good, and his thinking and reactions are quick. At first glance, he looks like a cub with a solid foundation.

Teachers in the office: ...

Well, they used to think so, but in the end, none of them thought that the phrase "respect the fate of others and put down the fate of helping others" is suitable to be posted in the classroom of Class M as a motto for every teacher. Students in this class will not A motto is needed.

The students in Class M have their own learning methods and approaches, which they cannot interfere with.

Ban Zhang didn't understand what they were doing. He checked the results of this class. After reading it, he couldn't help but frown and found that the results of this class were a mess.

The AP course is a five-point exam, that is, the total score of each subject is 5 points as the full score. Each subject will have a score line corresponding to 1-5 points. The score line will be defined based on the difficulty of the question. There is no traditional score concept. It is not a perfect score that can get 5 points.

Just like getting 64 points on the AP Calculus BC test, you can get 5 points.

The first thing he saw was Dylan. This guy chose subjects required by the top universities, but all of them were 1 point. The actual score of each subject was 0-20 points. The results were so bad that he couldn't even look at it.

Especially science, which has the worst results. Calculus BC is a score of 1 point, and the test score is 0 points.

...

Vocal, was it a ghost who just solved the most difficult competition question in history?

"Zhang Ban, come on."

Zhang Ban felt his shoulder being tapped by the teacher next to him. He looked over and met the other person's helpless eyes: "?"

Well, it seems that I am leading a Sc*mbag class.

AP class G3-M class ---

The atmosphere in the back row of the classroom was very special at this time.

The three pillars of F3 held their heads, and they all had a strong interest and curiosity in Dylan, who was writing vigorously in the middle. It was as if it was the first time they met this good friend of theirs.

Now they won't go out to play even if they are asked to do so, which makes them lose all interest.

Suddenly, Owen Zhou raised his foot and kicked Ryan Lu's chair. The chair rubbed and moved on the ground, making a sharp and harsh sound.

"Hey, Ryan Lu, is your young master secretly studying at home?"

Ryan Lu was caught off guard and his chair was kicked. His body tilted to one side. The set of questions he had just completed was kicked like this, and his pen scratched a line on the paper. He used too much force and was directly scratched.

Seeing that the test paper was destroyed, the pads of his fingers holding the pen suddenly tightened, and his fingers turned white with force, but his expression remained silent.

Only the tense jaw could vaguely feel the emotion of forbearance.

---Son, we can't compete with these young masters. Don't mess with them. Just be patient and get over it, okay? Dad, please, can we bear with it?

"Tsk."

This 'tsk' sounds very bold.

Dylan caught a glimpse of Ryan Lu's test paper being damaged. He knew that Ryan Lu was very careful in doing the questions and the paper was very clean, but it was damaged like this. He was a little annoyed for a while.

Seeing that Ryan Lu was still silent, he took a deep breath, glared at Owen Zhou and severely condemned:

"You broke his test paper!"

He regretted it as soon as he said it. He was such a loser. He choked up whenever we had an argument. It was so embarrassing!

The boy who suddenly burst into tears slammed the table, his wet and angry eyes staring like this. Originally, after dyeing his hair back, he looked more harmless, but now he is even less lethal when he cries. He is so pitiful.

It made people think that whoever made him cry was a bad guy.

When Owen Zhou saw Dylan like this, he immediately panicked. He still had the arrogance just now, and instantly put down his arrogant and self-sufficient posture.

He pulled the chair forward and sat down, leaned in to comfort Dylan, and slowed down his tone: "Song Song, why are you crying? I didn't mean to hurt you."

"Why did you kick Ryan Lu's chair? Can't you talk properly?" Dylan suppressed the choking when speaking. He knew that he was disappointed again, but he was doing it to support Ryan Lu. If he couldn't control his tears, he could not control his tears:

"You apologize to Ryan Lu."

Owen Zhou looked at Dylan in astonishment: "You want me to apologize to Ryan Lu?"

"Yes, apologize to him." Song Che sniffed, his expression serious.

Owen Zhou propped up his thighs with his arms, lowered his face, frowned and stared at Dylan, his voice was slightly deeper: "Dylan, are your brain really damaged by the waves, you want me to apologize to Ryan Lu? Who am I, he who is it."

"You speak so dirty." Lucas Song didn't have anyone around him who spoke so vulgarly. He was afraid and felt uncomfortable. He even burst into tears. The rare bravery of an i person comes from every broken jar. He choked and said: "I I won’t play with you anymore.”

After saying this, his expression instantly froze.

So this sentence became a shame that he repeated countless times in his mind before going to bed tonight.

Now I really want to find a hole to crawl into.

---I won't play with you anymore.

This kind of thing might only be said in kindergarten.

Very good, this life should be short, it doesn't matter.

Owen Zhou looked at Dylan, who was blushing and crying, and was glaring at him with shame and anger. His eyes were naturally beautiful. They had always known that Dylan was beautiful, but this guy never had the character to cry. The domineering and willful Lord.

At this moment, I couldn't help but get goosebumps all over my body, but I still stared at this look, a little reluctant to let him cry.

I had never seen Dylan cry before, and his mood was very subtle.

Normally he would laugh at her and cry like a girl, but today he couldn't laugh. He felt helpless for fear of making him cry.

It turns out that this is how Dylan cries. The way he cries makes people feel like he is being bullied.

Dylan knew that he was facing a fight that would kill him, and that he would most likely be temporarily isolated from the world, but he still had to bite the bullet for Ryan Lu's sake, and looked at Caleb Xie and Ethan Shen beside him.

"You, and you, all have to apologize to Ryan Lu."

Caleb Xie looked like "Why did he get shot too?": "I didn't make you cry, you scolded Owen Zhou!"

Ethan Shen shrugged and agreed: "I didn't mess with your dog today."

"No one is allowed to bully him in the future, including me. Bullying him means bullying me." Dylan turned slightly to the side, blocking Ryan Lu behind him, and also looked at him: "You can lose your temper if the test paper is damaged, but you bullied me because you didn't speak. your."

---Son, if your schoolbag is broken, just let it be broken. Dad can repair it for you. Don't go against the young master.

---Son, daddy knows that you have been wronged. Dad is useless and sorry for you. Can daddy mend your pants?

---Son, my clothes were ruined by Dylan again. Hey, forget it, he is the eldest young master. Only by following him can we study here. We will definitely get ahead in the future. Just bear with it. good?

---Son, he is not in good health. Don't make him angry all the time. You are so tall. What if you hurt him? Just let him, okay? If you like him more, he won't always be angry with you.

Ryan Lu's hand holding the pen trembled slightly, and his tightened jaw contained emotions.

Growing up, in order to be able to work as a driver in the Song family, and in order for him to get a degree with Dylan, his father taught him to be patient, learn to be patient, and be patient and get over it.

He naturally knows that such a degree may not be bought by millions outside. From elementary school to high school, he studied in this school with Dylan. As long as he studies carefully, he will have the opportunity to study abroad and study in a famous international school. , you can get a high scholarship, and your future may be changed.

But all this requires paying a price, needing to abandon his dignity, needing to endure all Dylan's temper, and needing to turn himself into a dog wagging his tail in front of Dylan.

He didn't understand why his father asked him to endure Dylan like this. Thinking of his father's loving look in front of Dylan, he was obviously his son, wasn't he?

---You can lose your temper if your test paper is damaged. They bullied you because you didn't speak.

---Bullying him is bullying me.

Can you lose your temper?

He turned his eyes sideways and looked at Dylan, who was standing in front of him, and saw that his eyes were red but he looked serious. This guy would actually lose his temper with the three of them because of him.

Absolutely impossible.

Can love make people so blind?

"Ryan Lu, I'm sorry." Dylan took a deep breath and looked at Ryan Lu.

Ryan Lu looked into these moist eyes and frowned, looking so serious that he even cried. It seemed that he really liked him.

My mood suddenly became very gloomy.

This 'I'm sorry' was very clear in the classroom.

There were other students in the classroom, and they all looked here in shock. They didn't expect that the melon could be eaten so clearly, and the content was almost 3D.

Dylan pointed at Owen Zhou, raised his chin slightly, and suppressed the trembling in his voice: "It's your turn."

Owen Zhou frowned, stood up, pushed his chair, and walked out of the classroom gloomily.

Caleb Xie saw something was wrong and grabbed Owen Zhou: "Owen Zhou, why are you so serious?"

"Am I more serious? You ask yourself who is more serious." Owen Zhou put his hands in his pockets and did not look back. There was a gloomy displeasure in his voice: "If you want to play with this licking dog, just play by yourself, don't get involved with me."

"Who is a licker!" Song Qe couldn't help but raise his voice when he heard this.

"I am." Ryan Lu took Dylan's arm: "Master, don't hurt your feelings for me. I'm not worth it. It doesn't matter."

Dylan frowned: "You don't have to be a licking dog."

Ryan Lu wiped the tears from the corners of Dylan's eyes with the back of his hand: "I want to be your licking dog."

Dylan: ...

This unsatisfactory thing, what's the point of being a dog licker!