The sun is still shining, there are still shady woods, there are still unknown birds chirping, and there are still paths paved with stones, but the Ren'ai Orphanage back then has become a ruin, covered with grass...
Dongfang Zhizun stood at the door of Xiri's orphanage wearing a white casual suit.
"Little fat girl, I hear you have to become strong and brave, and you can't be bullied by others..."
"Will you come back to see me?"
"As long as I become stronger, as long as I become brave, will you come back to see me?"
"Yes, wait for me, I will definitely come back to pick you up in one year."
The Oriental Supreme stood for a long time and said, "I'm sorry, I came back late."
Uncle Li whispered from the side: "Master, the school you want has been arranged. You can report there tomorrow." He handed over the information with both hands: "This is the address of all the orphanages in China you want."
Dongfang Zhizun took it with one hand and said coldly: "Go back to the United States! I will contact you if anything happens."
"This..." Uncle Li was embarrassed and wanted to say, 'The young master's skills are definitely the best among masters, but what if a person in China lets the hall master's wife know about it?'.
"No need to say more! I will explain it to my mother." Dongfang Zhizun finished decisively and said no more...
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"Cough! Cough!" Along with the violent coughing, the face of the director of the Xiri Renai Orphanage became increasingly pale (she was also one of the survivors of the fire that year. Although she survived, she was left with serious injuries.
As a sequelae, her body was moderately burned and she suffered from severe bronchitis due to the heavy smoke. Even in this situation, she still adopted Yan and regarded her as a child. She dragged her sick body and tried her best to create a safe place for Yan.
After a serious illness, she could only spend the rest of her life in bed. Then the responsibility of supporting this 'home' fell on Yan Shen, who was only 14 years old). She leaned weakly on the chair
On Yan's body beside the bed, there was a trace of distress and worry on Yan's beautiful face. He stretched out his hand and patted the dean's back gently, hoping to relieve it. "Cough, cough, cough," the dean's cough sounded.
When he got older, his face turned from white to red and his breathing became rapid.
Yan gently laid the dean's body down on the bed, stood up and said, "I'll get you a glass of water." She turned and walked to the kitchen. She couldn't remember how many times she had poured water today, and she looked around at the scene.
She heard the coughing sound of her beloved dean's mother in the bedroom of a small and simple residence. Yan secretly made up her mind to 'survive' in the Emperor, cure the dean's mother's illness, and make her mother healthy.
The dean’s mother lived a happy old age and walked to the bedroom with a glass filled with water.
The Royal Noble School is one of the few aristocratic schools in Asia. It is a school made of gold. It is a school that ordinary children yearn for and that is out of reach for ordinary children. Just because nobility and ordinary are opposite words in themselves.
.Every student who enters this school has a huge financial group behind him. Their parents will send them to this school at all costs, just because they succeed in this school
It is already beckoning to you. As long as you get your diploma from here, in the future you may be a powerful figure in the business world, a famous star in the entertainment industry, or a famous best-selling author.
As a child of an ordinary family, Yan did not have an unprecedented wealth behind her. But she did have talent and beauty. With her impressive grades and beautiful appearance, she was admitted to the King's Aristocratic School as an exception.