Episode 1

The yellowed air conditioner was buzzing, scindapsus aureus was drooping on the desk, and the middle school had just started two weeks ago. Antony Walter, the head teacher of the 4th class of the elementary school, was holding a thermos in his hands and his head was louder than the air conditioner.

Two teenagers stood in front of him, one with a blue and a swollen nose, a paper ball in his nostrils, a dirty white school uniform with short sleeves, and a torn knee, revealing pink flesh. It was horrible.

The other's white T-shirt is neat and tidy, from the hair to the heel intact, the eyebrows are straight, the lips are red and the teeth are white, and he is neat and clean, like a bright and clear green pine.

"Mr. Walter, he hit me."

The tone is clean, well-behaved, and full of youth-specific clarity, like a gurgling spring water, it sounds very comfortable in the hot summer.

Said the latter.

Mr.Walter's head hurts even more. He opened the transfer student file to see, "Your name is Shawn Flynn, isn't it? What's the matter?"

Shawn looked down at the toe of the white sneakers, "I came on the first day today, and he asked me to borrow a cigarette, how can I have a cigarette? I pushed him when we were arguing, and he hit the wall."

"You fart! I clearly saw cigarettes in your pocket!" The boy was dumbfounded. He had never seen such a pretender.

Shawn suddenly realized that, reaching into his pocket and touching it, he took out a pack of playing card, scratching his head in embarrassment, "Did you say this? I bought it to practice magic."

The boy was reluctant, "I saw it, it was smoke, you take your left pocket..."

Mr.Walter slapped his desk with a "slap", "What cigarette or not cigarette, do you you're your teacher in your eyes, write a thousand-word self-criticism and will read it in public in the Friday class."

The boy wanted to say it again. Seeing the class teacher's expression of self-arrogance, he persuaded him and slipped away silently.

Mr.Walter measured Shawn from the upper and lower ends. He was born with white skin, his cheeks were a little red from the sun, and the dark eyes that lined them were more innocent, like an ignorant little deer, which easily reminds people of "childishness" "purity" and other words.

Unfortunately, he was transferred from Rosewood Academy.

Rosewood Academy is a school in the old city. The average grade is not low, but it is far worse than Lawrence Vincent Academy. In the past years, Lawrence Vincent Academy has accepted many Rosewood Academy students, and few can keep up with the progress of average level of the attached middle school.

Not to mention being assigned to the basic class. The attached school is a good school. It is only for students in the pioneer class, but the basic class, by default, parents spend money to come in. If one can admitted to second-tier university, he needs to thank ancestors bless him.

"Why did you drop out of school last semester?" Mr.Walter retracted his gaze, and his voice softened unconsciously, as if he was afraid of disturbing the deer in the eyes of the young man.

Shawn bowed his head and said obediently:

"Mr.Walter, sorry for troubling you, I was sick last semester."

"Oh, I think your grades in Rosewood are all A. You used to be pretty good at the basics. Now it doesn't matter if you have missed one semester of courses. Ask the substitute teacher more and try to make up the course in two months."

Mr.Walter closed the file and said with a pleasant face: "I don't have textbooks here. I will ask one set for you tomorrow. You will officially report to Basic Class 4 tomorrow morning."

Shawn raised his head and smiled, innocent and pure, "Thank you, Mr.Walter,"

"By the way, bring your parents with you tomorrow morning. I have to talk to them about your fight."

Shawn didn't seem to expect it. He narrowed his eyes slightly, then tapped his chin gently, "Okay, Mr.Walter."

A row of camphor trees has been planted on the campus of this School. The scent of grass and trees evaporates in the hot air. In the sticky summer, it is like melting vanilla ice cream, which is irritating.

Shawn came out of the teacher's office and hit school over hours. The originally empty campus was bustling with excitement. The students in white school uniforms were like buns brought out of a steamer, and their faces were sweaty and chattering with their mouths talking.

Holding a thick reference book, he walked straight to the end of the silent corridor. The book that had just been regarded as precious fell on the stairs. Shawn sat on it with one long leg stretched out, one half-curved casually, familiarly, he took out his mobile phone from his pocket and quickly tapped the keyboard with one hand.

Justin Adams arrived in time and ran over in stride, "Why do you want to call the parents again?"

Shawn moved his wrists and bones, looked ahead, and said casually: "I hit someone."

"It's you, your parents..." Justin swallowed, and glanced worriedly at Shawn's indifferent face.

Justin sighed in his heart, looked around, and made sure that there were no classmates around him, "I will help you find one. After you come to the attached middle school, I will cover you. Don't worry about this kind of thing."

Shawn said with a "huh", glanced at Justin's pocket around his eyes, and his fluent jaw raised, "Is there a fire?"

"That must be."

Justin made a "click", the orange flame jumped, and Shawn took out a pack of cigarettes from his left pocket.

He held one to his mouth, turned his head to light a cigarette, and the soft hair hanging on his cheeks deviated from the auricle with the movement, revealing a cold earring on one side, shining coldly in the sun.

Very wild.

"Where is the dining hall? I invite you to dinner."

Shawn stretched his waist after smoking, took out a big white rabbit toffee from his pocket and held it in his mouth.

It was meal time, crowded, new faces that appeared hastily attracted attention, passers-by glanced at Shawn intentionally or unintentionally, turned back to the gossip on his face, and whispered about something.

"There are so many people on the bulletin board, what are they looking at?"

Justin looked at the black heads.

Shawn didn't have as much curiosity as his, and walked forward without looking back until he heard Justin's "Fuck!" and stopped.

The word "fuck" has multiple meanings in spoken language. In some cases, it is used as the prefix of a certain country's curse, but in most cases, it expresses anger, excitement, or shock like Justin at this time.

As Shawn turned his head and walked over, the crowd in front of the bulletin board caused a commotion, consciously giving way to the master, all kinds of eyes stopped on Shawn's face, wanting to get something from his expression, some gossip information.

But Shawn disappointed them. Faced with the provincial mathematics league final report with a one-inch photo and name printed with a full score of 150 and a score of 16 on the test, the obedient boy didn't even shake his eyelids, and calmly torn off the report from the bulletin board.

Not long after it was glued, the glue hadn't dried completely. He kneaded it with one hand, raised his wrist lightly, and a fluent parabola fell into the trash basket. By the way, he pulled a piece of tissue from his pocket and wipe the sticky glue on his hands.

All this is going on like water flow, as if he didn't reveal the ridiculous transcript, but the notice to the key universities.

There are only 20 people in the finals of the provincial mathematics league. They are the top students among the top students of various schools. According to the practice of previous years, the top eight can be entered into the provincial team, and they can easily be recommended to colleges and universities, even if they are eliminated twelve. With their achievements, they have managed to win the key universities steadily.

In such an important game, 16 points are unbelievable. Even if you rely on guess, it won't be so low, right?

The voice of the discussion was very small, or it came into Shawn's ears, "Fake?" "Impossible." Someone exclaimed.

Justin wanted to say something, Shawn took the lead to answer, lifted his chin slightly, looked at the man with an indifferent look, and said lightly: "It's true, I fell asleep at the time."

"..."

Less than a day after the transfer, Shawn successfully made most people remember his name, which was an unprecedented special treatment.

Shawn's face was expressionless, and the paper towel vigorously wiped the glue on the palm of his hand, and the skin on the palm of his hand rubbed slightly red and hot, and he stopped slowly and exhaled deeply.

At the time when everyone was discussing whether he was king of pretended to be something or he was really expected, he turned his head slightly and glanced at the corridor on the side of the bulletin board. Fortunately, a camera was facing this place.

Fortunately, someone jumped out on the first day and wanted him to be used as a sandbag. Shawn couldn't wait to move his wrists.

Justin has the heart to scold someone's mother. There are only a few people who have transferred from Rosewood Academy to the attached middle school. If he wants him to catch who did such a detrimental thing, he will be stripped of his skin.

Shawn was very calm. In the afternoon, he found a nearby bookstore to browse through the reference books, enjoyed free air conditioner, and made up for the missing courses.

Justin may not be able to do good things, but he can do bad things more than one at a time. After school in the afternoon, Justin stretched out his mobile phone in front of him, "How about this person being your uncle?"

The phone screen under the sun was overexposed. Shawn glanced around and saw a man in a suit, squinting his eyes, "Who is this?"

"The people nearby added me. He said he is a male publicist and likes cosplay, probably work in one company's public relations department." Justin said solemnly.

Shawn glanced over the profile. His profile photo was a man, didn't show his face, wearing a cheap black suit. He lifted his shirt with one hand, revealing a thin belly, like malnutrition, and the viewer felt pity.

[Higolo + V on the price]: Role-playing, chatting, escorting is all right.

It can't be said to be exactly the same as Justin said, at least it is irrelevant.

Justin wiped the sweat from his head and continued: "I made an appointment for you. I wanted to go with you, but I am having an emergency. This person is waiting for you at the north gate now, wearing a white shirt and vest."

Shawn glanced at Justin meaningfully and nodded slowly: "I remember, thank you, don't look for such a person next time."

Shawn didn't bother to correct Justin's mistakes. As a gigolo which called Gigolo, serves people all day, he should have good acting skills, as long as he helped him pass the barrier tomorrow, and the others things could be talked later in the future.

The north gate is a commercial street. At this time, the lights are on, and there are endless vehicles coming and going. Shawn is holding a matcha cone, licking and eating, calculating how much money is appropriate, compared with ordinary high school students, except that there is no Parental discipline, living expenses are a lot, enough for his daily expenses.

On such a hot day, people who can wear shirts and vests will be very conspicuous. Shawn carefully scanned the surroundings, there is no such fool.

He took out his phone and was about to ask Justin for gigolo's WhatsApp. The driver's seat of a white Tesla across the road was pushed open, and the back of his expensive head rose slowly. The collar of his shirt was neat and straight. Outside, there is a linen suit and waistcoat that is close to the waist. It is meticulous and tall. Coupled with an upright back and excellent demeanor, it stands out from the crowd.

There is a man who is less afraid of heat beside the man. His black suit can't cover his back and his waist. He seems to be talking to the man. He even took out a card from his jacket pocket and handed it to the man.

In broad daylight, the market was not expected to be good. Shawn crossed the zebra crossing. The man had already sat back in the driver's seat, but he did not start the car. He should be waiting for him.

There was an endless stream of students coming and going. Shawn looked over Tesla. He hadn't seen this model before, maybe it was a new one. He opened the door of the co-pilot with one hand. He moved quickly and sat down. Took a bite of the melting chocolate chips on the cone, and said obediently: "Hello, I'll talk about business."

"business?"

The man's tone is very unique, and there is a kind of ease in the deepness, and an indescribable sense of abstinence.

Shawn turned his face away, and the remaining sunset passed through the windshield. He squinted his eyes reflexively. The man tilted his head slightly, his gaze rested on Shawn's face, and he was also looking at him.

Men are typically indifferent looking, with partial black hair neat and meticulous, a thin silver-rimmed glasses on the narrow bridge of the nose, slender platinum glasses chains hanging on both sides of straightened cheeks, the lining is originally smooth with the jaw line is getting stronger, and the lips are lighter and thinner.

The skin and bones get a wonderful chemical reaction on his face, which is both intimidating and graceful.

Shawn raised his brows, he originally planned to give 800, but this quality gigolo worth about two or three thousand, he was afraid it would be impossible to get it.

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