This is a quiet college, without the luxurious atmosphere of Tianxi College, but it exudes a leisurely fragrance everywhere. The afterglow of the evening shines on this beautiful and peaceful college, and even the trees reflect golden light.
Mo Xiaoran looked around and stepped on the tree-lined path, holding the light blue Sharp Academy admission notice on his hands tightly, his expression a little excited and nervous.
"Aunt Anna, are you sure it's tuition, fee, full, free?!" Mo Xiaoran emphasized the four words "free tuition" heavily and asked Anna behind her who brought her to visit. This is the third time Mo Xiaoran asked.
This was a question, and she couldn't believe that such a big and good pie in front of her was given to her.
"Confirm!" Anna stroked her hair flutteringly. Which school dared not to give her daughter-in-law tuition fees to be exempted? Although this daughter-in-law is in the future.
"But..." Mo Xiaoran hesitated again.
"Don't, I've even found the translation for you." Anna pushed Louis next to her and gave him a wink, "Look, Louis' Chinese is not bad, right?"
His son is really stupid and doesn't take the initiative at all. Girls have to spoil and hurt.
Louis woke up from a dream, "That's it, Xiaoran, I'm your deskmate, so convenient."
"Ah? You?" Mo Xiaoran was about to ask him why he accompanied her to the first year of high school again, but Anna had already clapped her hands and decided:
"That's all, Xiaoran, you don't have to be polite to Louis. He is yours, haha..." She smiled treacherously at the sky and jumped on the keyboard with her fingers quickly.
Ten minutes later, a British-style Sharp College school uniform and student card were sent to Mo Xiaoran.
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Meanwhile, a private small plane to the UK.
"Jie, I have an introduction to many famous colleges in London. Let's choose the school we go to after we go to England?" An Ran hugged Huang Xiaojue's hand, leaned on his arm, and placed a magazine in his hand.
On both of their legs.
Choose a school? Haha, this is not important to him at all. He came to the UK to find Xiaoran.
Besides, he hardly goes to schools, and places like schools were often involved after he had Mo Xiaoran.
Thinking of her, Huang Xiaojue closed his eyes tiredly and pushed An Ran away slightly, "I'm tired, you choose, I'll listen to you."
He pinched her pale hand as if doting, but soon his big palm left her.
This kind of pampering is obviously powerless, obviously pretending! He didn't even look at her.
An Ran looked at his clearly contoured side face in disappointment. His brown eyes slowly closed, and his head slightly turned to the other side. Every move was filled with alienation and coldness.
An Ran had to lower her head. She was not in the mood to choose any school. She wanted to find a random school to do it. Just as a quiet and fresh photo came into view, and it was written in beautiful English style: sharp noble college