There is a forum online at Shengmeng High School, which was built by several wealthy ladies from the second year of high school. Because there is no official website yet, this forum has become a gathering place for all students in the school to go online.

The title of 4g comes from this forum.

Ordinary high schools will strictly restrict students from accessing the Internet, believing that this will affect learning, but private schools will not do this. There is a computer room on each floor of the dormitory, equipped with enough computers, and wireless network coverage in the dormitory.

Last night, a post was topped with a detailed comparison of the four beautiful men in the flower and the four grasses of the Holy Meng. I was surprised to find that they had many similarities.

City A is a big city, but the circle of rich people is so big. There are many families in this school who know each other. Soon someone digs out the background of the four people. Jiang Chen and Han Yang’s four families are all well-known in City A, and Sicao happens to be the direct descendants of these four families.

Love is a silly thought: I'll say something online for a while, I advise everyone not to mess with them

Doll: What does it mean upstairs?

Erhei Dog: Ask the same question, what does it mean?

The thoughts of love: I was in the same school as them in junior high school, and no one dared to mess with them. This is all for you, you can do your own thing

Oppa Tilang Hey: I'm in the same school as them, don't worry, they never beat girls, they only teach boys a lesson

Doll: Wow, so gentlemanly, it's indeed the real version of f4

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With a handsome appearance, prominent family background, unique outfit, and gentleness towards boys and girls, the title of 4g quickly became popular throughout the campus.

During the morning reading, Sister Hua kept writing the names of the four people in her laptop, and even Liu Lu couldn't help asking her deskmate Qian Jiahui for 4g. Qian Jiahui used to be in the same junior high school as them, so she should know a lot of things.

Qian Jiahui's expression was depressed, "Tell me how to make Brother Xuehua wash his hair, I will tell you what 4g looks like in junior high school."

Brother Xuehua is the nickname everyone gave to Li Bowen because he would flutter snowflakes when he shook his head.

The conversation between the two ended in vain.

Song Xiao heard that the four people had a prominent family background and was a little worried. The concubine of the family climbed up to the four people. If it was still unfavorable to him as before, he had to take precautions early.

The morning course is Chinese, mathematics and foreign languages. The focus of high school Chinese is ancient Chinese analysis. This is not necessary for Song Xiao to learn, but he still listens to the teacher's lectures seriously. After all, the usage of vocabulary in ancient and modern times varies greatly, so he can also use this to read the modern accent correctly as soon as possible. Mathematics is still talking about number collections, so there is nothing difficult for the time being.

As for foreign language courses, Song Xiao can actually understand textbooks and read them. When Dayu was strong, overseas foreign countries often came to congratulate him. He also learned the languages ​​of several countries with the people of Honghu Temple. For the top scholar who never remembered it, it was not difficult to learn a foreign language.

However, if you can understand the book, you can't understand the class! What is doing, what is adding the or not, Song Xiao doesn't understand, why should you break up the school like a good language?

"Okay, let's find a classmate to read this passage." After the English teacher talked about a bunch of strange dismemberment sentences, he was about to pick someone to read the text aloud. When he looked up, he saw Yu Tang sleeping on the table in a dark and slapped the chalk in his hand and threw it at him with lightning speed.

"Swoosh--" A piece of paper flew from behind, which collided with the chalk head, stagnated in the air for a moment, both of them were injured and both landed.

"Is it-who--" the English teacher was angry, "Who threw the paper?"

Yu Tang was woken up by this loud voice and sat up with a frown.

"Yu Tang!" The English teacher couldn't find the outlet to vent, so he called him directly, "Get up and read this passage!" There are several new words in this passage. It was not easy to read just after finishing it. The teacher made up his mind. If Yu Tang was stuttering, he would give him a lesson.

Yu Tang slowly stood up, picked up the textbook in front of him, and read: "The Marquis of Jin, Qin Bo surrounded Zheng because he was rude to Jin and to Chu..."

The English teacher's face suddenly turned blue.

Qian Jiahui carried the table hard, turned his head and shook his eyebrows.

Yu Tang glanced at him, put down the book in his hand without changing his face, and picked up Song Xiao's textbook. Then, everyone heard a low male voice comparable to BBC radio, and read the entire text fluently.

Just then, the bell rang, and the English teacher swallowed the anger that was raised. After holding it for a while, he jumped out: "Don't sleep in class in the future." Then he left with anger.

"Wow, class monitor, your pronunciation is too standard!" Liu Lu looked at him admiringly, and other classmates around him also looked respectfully.

Yu Tang ignored them and glanced at Song Xiao next to him with his own eyes, but did not see the "worship" in his expectation, but instead felt a loneliness that could not be concealed.

Because of the familiarity that was unintentionally revealed, Song Xiao had a faint expectation in his heart. Perhaps the emperor came halfway like him, and he still remembered all the things in his previous life. However, when he heard the correct foreign pronunciation of Yu Tang's word, this faint hope was shattered.

In the past, Emperor Jingyuan refused to learn foreign languages ​​no matter what he said, thinking that they were all the songs of barbarians.

Yu Tang looked at the depressed Song Xiao, and was at a loss. He looked around the classroom with a solemn expression. When he saw a girl taking out snacks from the drawer and giving them to his deskmate, the deskmate who was originally doing homework with a cold look on his face immediately smiled. The two began to talk and laugh and talk "4g".

Raising his hand, a big black plum appeared in the palm of his hand instantly. Yu Tang looked at Song Xiao and slowly handed over the fruit in his hand: "For you to eat."

"Hmm?" Song Xiao was stunned, turned to look at Yu Tang, and looked at the plum in his hand again. The drawer of this guy was clean, where did the plum come from? Looking back at Dugu An behind Yu Tang, doubts came to his heart again.

Song Xiao likes to eat plums, but officials are taboo to let people know their preferences, so they are always very restrained. They did not eat them unscrupulously until they entered the palace. When Emperor Jingyuan saw that he liked them, he sent all the plums he offered to Fengyi Palace.

Modern people seem to not eat much plums anymore, and the only black imported plums are sold in schools.

"Yu Tang, you..." Song Xiao ate a bite of plums, looked at what he wanted to say, but was suddenly interrupted by a noise outside the window.

Four boys in windbreakers passed by the corridor, half-length and non-short hair combed behind their heads with hairspray, Italian high-end custom windbreakers, Swiss handmade leather shoes, and standard presidential elite heads, looked much better than the yellow lump in the morning.

"4g is here, 4g is here!" The girls in the corridor screamed, while the boys avoided them.

"You are blocking the way." The leader, Young Master Jiang, spoke coldly, and the four of them stopped at the same time.

The girls were suddenly excited, while the boys tried to stay away as much as possible. Li Bowen, who came out of class, was not sure, so he looked back at the four boys who were not wearing school uniforms, and the snowflakes on his head were flying all over the sky with his movements.

"You..." Young Master Jiang was angry when he watched dandruff floating onto his windbreaker.

"Squad leader, they are going to beat Li Bowen!" A girl stumbled in and ran in front of Yu Tang in horror and excitement.

Yu Tang didn't even look at it, slowly got up, stuffed Song Xiao a notebook, and pulled him out.

"Um..." Song Xiao's plums were pulled up before they finished eating, and they could only hold their notebook under their arms. Yu Tang held them in one hand and held the plums in the other.

Although Yu Tang is only sixteen years old now, his imperial dignity is not diminished at all. When he just stands there, others cannot ignore his existence. The originally noisy corridor was silent because of Yu Tang's appearance.

Yu Tang let go of Song Xiao and walked slowly over, indifferent to the farce that was happening. When the four young masters saw him coming, they unconsciously took a step back.

"The squad leader of each class will go to the Academic Affairs Office for a meeting! The squad leader of each class will go to the Academic Affairs Office for a meeting!" The invigorating voice of the director began to roar on the radio again.

Yu Tang didn't even give them a look, and walked through the crowd without looking sideways and towards the Academic Affairs Office.

Seeing Yu Tang go to the meeting seriously, Song Xiao wanted to laugh for some reason. He just ate a bite of plums, but the smile suddenly became sore, and two tears came out of the corners of his eyes.

4g, who felt a little down, looked coldly at the three backs away, and suddenly noticed Song Xiao following Yu Tang. Isn’t that the fool of the Song family? Very good!

After the meeting, the fourth self-study class was already in class. Song Xiao carried a stack of forms to the podium and returned to his seat.

Pulling open the chair on the podium, Yu Tang slowly sat down. Dugu stood beside him, knocked on the blackboard eraser, picked up chalk and wrote the two big words "class meeting" on the blackboard.

"The school is going to establish the first student union. Any students with normal intelligence and good character can register," Yu Tang pointed to the stack of forms on hand with his fingers. "Whoever wants to register, come and get a form and fill it out and hand it over to Song Xiao."

The brand of Shengmeng mainly sells educational books. It has three private primary schools and two private junior high schools, and has a good reputation. Shengmeng High School is the second year of its opening, and many things are not sound, such as there is no student union yet.

The first student union was established. How meaningful it was. Everyone was very excited, but they didn’t dare to discuss it when the class monitor was there.

"What else is there?" Yu Tang finished speaking, looked around the classroom, and no one spoke, so he stood up and returned to his seat.
Chapter completed!