When the results of the college entrance examination came out, everyone in Changli's school was shocked.
It was not because Changli once again won the first place in the province, but because he was ranked second.
Second place, when did the God of Learning pass?
Second, is this an hallucination before their eyes?
But no matter how unbelievable they may be, this is the result.
It wasn't until the school leaders made careful inquiries that they found out that Changli had no Chinese essay questions at all.
Giving up dozens of points at once was the reason why he was ranked second.
The school leaders all looked in disbelief.
They even asked Changli why he couldn't write the essay for the college entrance examination or didn't want to write it.
Of course Changli didn't want to write.
Once he wrote the composition, there would be no objection to the province's number one scholar.
And a provincial number one scholar and a student with excellent academic performance are completely different concepts.
They represent a clear and obscure industrial chain, and more It represents countless troubles, and Changli doesn't like troubles, so he voluntarily gave up this honor.
Some smart people also guessed what he meant after combining Chang Li's usual behavior style, but this did not alleviate the regret in their hearts.
Provincial champion, what a great benefit this is to a school, but he gave up when he said he gave up.
Did he still take his alma mater seriously?
Countless anger emanated from the school's leadership and teachers, but Changli was helpless.
After all, Changli had graduated from their school and no longer needed to be under their jurisdiction.
Moreover, they are also counting on Changli to apply for the two nationally renowned universities in order to restore the reputation of their school.
But the same Changli disappointed them again.
No matter how the people in the admissions office tried to lure him with benefits, and no matter how the people in the school tried to impress him, Changli remained unmoved.
Where he wants to go must be where he wants to go, and no one else can force him.
In the end, these people could only return in anger, and after this wave of people left, someone else came to Changli's door.
This person was a person who should have appeared long ago, and was Changli's biological father in this life.
The word father is too far away for Changli.
After so many reincarnations, he has rarely been fettered by family affection.
The person who came to the door was a middle-aged man with an elegant appearance.
Although his temperament was completely different from Chang Li and Ruan Changsi, his appearance was very similar.
If these two people walked together, they would not make others doubt their relationship.
When he came, Changli was painting leisurely.
He was painting traditional Chinese painting.
He had lost this skill for too long, but it was not too late to pick it up now.
What he painted was a picture of the moon falling over a stream.
A bright moon hangs above the pine branches, and the bright moonlight casts on the sparkling stream.
The scattered ripples are quiet and peaceful.
When Ruan's father came to the door, Changli was about to put the final touches.
Before the ink was dry, I took a piece of Panlong paper to press it down.
After Ruan's father entered the door, he saw the painting in the middle of the hall.
He glanced at it curiously, then focused his gaze, looking at Chang Li with a hint of relief, "You drew this yourself."
When Changli heard this question, there was a hint of surprise in his eyes.
The ink on this painting has not yet dried, and there is no third person in the room.
Who painted it if it wasn't him?
Could it be that this person came to the door just to ask him such an idiotic question?
After the words were spoken, Father Ruan's face showed a hint of embarrassment.
Apparently he also thought that the question was not asked well.
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He sat on the sofa, his body slumped, which made him feel a little uncomfortable for someone who was used to sitting in an office.
He looked at this familiar and unfamiliar house, saying that it was familiar because he had lived there for a few years.
It is unfamiliar because it has not been visited for nearly ten years.
He looked at the peaceful and casual decorations everywhere in the room, and felt a little more emotional.
It seemed that this child was really living a good life.
Chang Li casually boiled a cup of boiled water and brought it out.
Because he didn't like tea, there was no tea left in the room to entertain guests.
Since he lives in this room, it is natural to decorate it according to his wishes.
In the past, all traces of Ruan's father and Ruan's mother's existence have been eliminated over the years.
There was only a glass of boiled water, and Ruan's father didn't mind it.
He adjusted his glasses and said straight to the point, "Will you go back to Ruan's house with me?"
That day, when he heard his younger son talking about his eldest son's situation, he felt that he really owed her.
Although bringing an adult son back to Ruan's house would cause a family turmoil, he decided to do it anyway.
After all, a capable older brother can also help his younger brother.
Chang Li shook his head, "Ruan family, if this is not the Ruan family, why would I need to go back?"
Father Ruan's eyes under his glasses instantly became unpredictable.
"You are joking, this Ruan family."
He shook his head and said nothing.
"Home is where my heart is, isn't it?"
Chang Li said calmly, not at all intimidated by Ruan's father's aura.
"But different families have different resources."
Ruan's father said meaningfully.
"I don't plan to have many resources.
What I have now can allow me to live the rest of my life.
I also don't plan to put myself at the forefront and use everything I have to gain those poor resources.
For me, To me, that’s a stupid thing to do.”
The secretary who was following Father Ruan raised his head and glanced at the legendary young master.
There was a hint of jealousy in his expression.
Sure enough, only a young master with such a rich family background could say such a thing.
Only lowly people will fight tooth and nail to exchange for the resources they have.
At this moment, they heard Chang Li chuckle softly, and then a clear but more powerful words appeared, "And the way to exchange resources is probably to beg for mercy from you."
He shook his head, "That's impossible."
Ruan's father was shocked by these words.
He frowned for a moment, then straightened his back, "Why do you think so?"
Chang Li said calmly, "Isn't it right?
How much affection can you have for a child you haven't seen for more than ten years?
The reason why you came to the door today is, firstly, for that little bit of pity and guilt.
Secondly, maybe for me It can be used by your beloved son, and no matter which one it is, I don’t want to accept it.”
Chang Li sat lazily on the sofa, his expression full of contempt.
He is indeed a proud child, Father Ruan thought to himself, but if such a child has enough wisdom and enough sense to control his emotions, then he cannot be easily controlled.
His heart sank, and then he put down the glass of water.
"I don't deny it.
I have some other ideas, but more importantly I want to compensate
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