"And when you transfer to a school like No.1 Middle School in your third year of high school, regardless of whether you look for it or not, there is always a division exam when you enter the school. Your sister was only admitted to Class B, and your grades cannot be in their Class A. Instead of being assigned to a poor class like Class S, it's better to move to a different place. There's no need to force different circles..." Qiao Nian patiently listened to him finish saying, "That's it? Who told you I can only attend Class S?" "Can you still get into Class A?!" Qiao Weimin didn't think so and couldn't hold back his face. "... Nian Nian, I'm doing it for you!" "Are you doing it for Qiao Chen?" Qiao Nian said with a cold expression in his eyes. "Qiao Chen told you he doesn't want to go to the same school as me?" "Anger and anger have not told me before." In fact, Qiao Chen tactfully mentioned that he did not want Qiao Nian to go to the No.1 Middle School around the city to study. Qiao Nian casually untied his hypocritical mask and said frankly, "I won't change schools. Qiao Chen really doesn't want to go to the same school as me. You can ask her to change schools." "Qiao Nian!" Seeing her disobedient, Qiao Weimin angrily scolded, "Your sister is not in good health and has finally adapted to the school environment. What are you saying?" "To be honest." Qiao Nian completely ignored his anger and said, "Anyway, she's already recommended to the People's Art Theatre, and her college entrance exam score is not important. The food and accommodation of a talented person are so good that it suits her perfectly. If she wants to go to school, you can let her do it. As for me... you don't have to worry about it!" The phone was still calling non-stop, and Qiao Nian was too lazy to continue arguing with him. He avoided him and said, "I have something else to do. If I have nothing else, I'll leave first." Qiao Weimin's face turned green with anger as he watched her figure disappear into the lobby on the first floor. From afar, he saw a man coming down to pick her up at the corner of the corridor. Now Qiao Weimin's face has become increasingly unsightly. But he held his own identity and it was difficult for him to catch up with Qiao Nian in public and continue to entangle with her. He had to temporarily leave and plan to have a good conversation with Qiao Nian next time he found an opportunity. When he went out, he happened to bump into Jiang Li. Jiang Li's appearance was too outstanding, and he couldn't help but take another look, feeling puzzled in his heart. He seems to have seen this face on TV before. What kind of celebrity is it? It seems quite famous! How could a celebrity run to a hospital around the city? Is it possible that a program is being recorded near here? Staircase exit. Ye Wangchuan went to the ward to see Ye Qichen, who was out of danger and still in a coma. He called Qiao Nian for a long time but no one came up, so he had to come down to find someone on his own. The gaze fell on the wet and disheveled girl. "Why don't you answer the phone?" Qiao Nian was too lazy to reveal his encounter with the Qiao family and casually replied, "My phone has been turned off and I haven't seen it." Ye Wangchuan saw in his spare time that her phone was still shaking in his hand, and he silently hung up the phone without exposing her heartless lie. "Let's go, Grandpa Jiang and the others are waiting for you up there," he said, reaching out to pull her Qiao Nian evaded his hand without leaving a trace, looking depressed. It must have been Jiang Li who called the people here! She just had a little skin cut on her neck, so she shouldn't be so passionate! She was about to walk up when suddenly someone blocked her in the corner of the wall. Ye Wangchuan had a tall figure, and the shadow cast over her resembled a mountain, enveloping her below. The invisible strength and sense of oppression made Qiao Nian's goosebumps stand on end. "Isn't it called 'my brother'?" This voice is sexy and seductive! Damn it! What is he talking about! Qiao Nian looked up in confusion and met a pair of vast and profound eyes. Under her pitch black eyes, there was a bloodthirsty and fierce aura pressing down. At this moment, she was staring at her as if trying to suck her in. "Brother, take you up." Ye Wangchuan forcefully held her hand, his thin lips holding a hint of a smirk, both bold and mischievous. He didn't follow the routine and seemed to not allow her to break free. His big hand completely wrapped around her hand. "Let's go," he said, regaining his lazy and indifferent demeanor as he gathered his entire aura