Chapter 12: Lin Jian accidentally laughed out loud.

Transferring to a new school, Lin Jian's schedule is jam-packed.

International private school curriculum is different from the general public school, bilingual teaching is already the basic operation, in addition to cultural courses, there are a number of sports, arts, humanities special courses, Lin Jian came to the first time, just to understand the content of these special courses took a long time, and so he stumbled in the teacher's advice to choose the class, and then familiar with a period of time, it has been nearly a month.

Adapting to the new world is not an easy task, even Sister Pei said that the couple of pounds of flesh that was so hard to raise for the child had been thinned back again after such a toss.

Lin Jian, on the other hand, didn't think it mattered, it didn't make much difference to him whether the environment was favorable or not, the novelty and magnificence of these days was a territory he had never thought of stepping into, and except for the English class and the fact that he didn't like to get along with his classmates much, he was pleasantly surprised at how new and interesting it was.

Lin Jian is a young man, but he is sensitive to the teasing glances of individual students around him, and inadvertently recognizes that he doesn't fit in with them, but that's not a big problem for him, as he's used to being quiet and silent, and doesn't have a strong sense of presence among his classmates, and he doesn't seem to have any intention of blending in.

It was the English class that was really tricky for him.

It's been a month since he switched schools, but he still can't seem to find a way to get started. Teachers in private schools, especially the specially recruited foreign teachers, don't have a sitting system, and they don't seem to have the sense to tell their students to "come and ask the teacher if they don't understand".

The last featured lesson in the afternoon is the swimming class. The school's swimming center is wide and magnificent, with constant humidity and temperature all year round, a huge blue beach decorating the indoor themed background, professional sports coaches, and a venue that can accommodate ten classes at the same time for lessons and training.

Lin Jian is able to swim, grew up in the countryside growing up in the children, every summer less jumping ponds and ditches experience, but although the water is good, but only "dog-planing" this kind of swimming, after all, this is the most traditional and most practical.

At the sound of the coach's whistle, the class formed up by the pool. The boy standing behind Lin Jian is a little fat boy named Zhang Yang, who looks like a little dumpling when he climbs out of the water with his soft belly.

The coach summarized today's lesson in front of him, and then praised the students who had performed well in this lesson. Lin Jian was listening attentively, when suddenly a snort came from behind him.

When the coach called it quits and the students were about to go to the locker room to change, Zhang Yang suddenly said "hello".

Lin Jian heads for the seating area to retrieve his water glass.

"Hey, didn't you hear me shouting?" Seeing that he was ignoring him, Zhang Yang and two other students came over and blocked Lin Jian's way.

Lin Jian was holding his own water bottle in his hand, looking at them with a cold, expressionless little face.

The one standing next to Zhang Yang was the only white boy in the class, and although Lin Jian was in the same study group as them, he still can't remember whether his name was "Jacob" or "Ya Kebu".

Eight or nine-year-old children, usually pampered by the family spoiled, less than the age of the momentum is full, Zhang Yang to Lin Jian front step: "Just called you, why do not you ignore people!"

After a long time, Lin Jian asked, "What's the matter?"

"You're a good swimmer, aren't you? The coach just praised you." Another boy said.

This is purely nothing to cause trouble. Lin Jian did not intend to pay any attention to them, pursed his lips and walked to the side, wanting to go around.

"I'm talking to you, who told you to go!" Zhang Yang blocked straight in front of Lin Jian as he moved.

One by one, the students headed for the locker room, not many people left at the pool, and the coaches and teachers weren't paying attention to the place, so Lin Jian, not wanting to tangle with them too much, patiently asked, "Praise be, what's up."

Kids looking for a fight don't have that much justification, so the other side is bound to say nothing about how it is.

"Tomorrow's English class-" Jacob said, as if he'd had a bright idea for a nitpicky excuse, "will be training by group text memorization, you know that, right?"

Lin Jian nodded, "I know."

"Then you should go home tonight and practice, so you don't embarrass our group with you again." Zhang Yang took another step forward, and with his round belly, Lin Jian felt that when he bullied people, he did not look fierce, but rather like a little fat guy who was not in tune, which is what the aunts in the village called the "landlord's stupid son".

Without control, Lin Jian accidentally let out a laugh.

"Hey? What are you laughing at?" Zhang Yang quit, "Who are you laughing at!"

"You." Lin Jian said and moved straight forward around him.

"Who is the right to laugh at me! I'll let you laugh!" The little fat man suddenly became irritated, and his fleshy body slammed into Lin Jian like a little meatball!

Lin Jian was expecting a surprise attack, and took a half-step behind him to avoid it, but Zhang Yang's impact didn't land, and he stumbled a couple of steps before he was able to stand up.

And just as Lin Jian was about to raise his foot again, Jacob, who was on the sidelines, found the right moment to suddenly reach out and trip!

"There was a crash! Lin Jian was caught off guard and slipped and fell straight into the pool.

The shallow pool of the swimming center is no more than 1.2 meters deep, is designed for the lower grades to do the basic practice site, so this actually did not cause any substantial damage, is the sound of falling water is a little bit loud, attracted the side of the classmates and teachers have to look sideways.

"What's wrong? What's wrong?" The coach sprints over to him, and before he can get into the water, Lin Jian has already surfaced, pulling on the handrail on the pool wall to stand still.

"Oh my god, that's such a funny position for you to enter the water, the difficulty factor is so high!"

"Hey laugh me to death ...... Hey by the way, do you know why he can't learn English well?"

"Hahahahahahaha ...... Why?"

"...... Because heads are in the sand! Hahahahaha ......"

He tilted his head back to look at the three people laughing uproariously by the pool, all emotions dispersed cleanly in his clear, bright eyes.

"What's wrong with you students? Why don't you go and change your clothes, the safety instructions in the hall are repeated in every class, and playing and fooling around by the pool is prohibited, knowingly violating the law!" The coach said as he reached out and tried to pull Lin Jian out of the pool.

Lin Jian doesn't move to avoid it, and then steps up on the escalator himself.

The coach was uneasy: "Classmates you have all right, bumped?"

Lin Jian shook his head, calmly glanced at the three people who were still laughing, and without a word, turned around and walked away.

After school out of the school gate, did not walk far in the parking lot saw to pick up their car. Lin Jian accelerated his pace a little, pulled open the door to get in the car, softly shouted "Uncle Li."

Driver Lao Li is Shen's official staff, in the group drove for half a lifetime, now older from the first line of the work shift, every day to pick up Lin Jian to and from school has become the only work content.

Today, the temperature has cooled down again, and when Lin Jian got on the car, Old Li set the air conditioning temperature a little higher, and cheerfully chatted with him, Mr. Li is very talkative, even if Lin Jian just simply "hmmm", "oh", "good" as a response, he can still talk for half a day. Even if Lin Jian simply responds with "uh," "oh," and "okay," he can still talk for half a day.

When I arrived home, Pei had already prepared a meal, Lin Jian changed clothes and washed his hands, and after a few mouthfuls of warm water, he went to the dining room to eat dinner.

Sister Pei, as usual, did not eat with him at the same table, and when Lin Jian had finished eating, she cleared the table again in a pinch.

Although Lin Jian was usually a man of few words, he was particularly silent today.

After eating his hair, he went back to his room without a word, showered and brushed his teeth, cleaned up, and sat down at his writing desk.

Turning the eye-protecting lamp on his desk to reading mode, Lin Jian took out his English book from his school bag.

Large passages of English text, which he fingered, popping out one word at a time in a raw and difficult tone.

After stumbling through two sentences, Lin Jian took a breather and started again from the beginning.

A thin little mass in the clear light of the lamp.

His volume was very low, and he read for more than an hour, yet he gained very little, and it was difficult to read it down fluently, let alone recite it by heart.

His throat is a bit dry, so Lin Jian stops slowly and takes a short rest.

Perhaps because English books have almost zero appeal to him, Lin Jian's eyes are still glued to the phrases and letters in the book, but he begins to wander off uncontrollably.

All around the quiet, the large villa as if no one, if there is no urgent matter, Pei never knocked on the door to disturb Lin Jian when studying at night.

Empty room, obscure English textbook, Lin Jian slowly plopped down on the desktop, staring at the table's quicksilver in disbelief, and after a few seconds, gently closed her eyes.

There was a little bit of him, missing his former classmates and teachers.

I didn't realize that when I closed my eyes, I went straight to sleep, and when I woke up, the clock was already pointing to eleven o'clock.

Lin Jian sat up straight and rubbed his arms, which were numb from his own pressure, and turned the book over, ready to read it all over again.

Just then, a very soft slamming of the door suddenly came from the room on the second floor.

Lin Jian was stunned for a moment, then instantly sobered up.

Neither he nor Sister Pei, or any of the people who occasionally came in and out of this villa, would ever set foot beyond the first floor.

The entire second floor is almost the exclusive domain of Shen Ke.

And now, the second floor door slams - that can only be Shen Ke coming back.

Lin Jian recalled carefully, it seemed that he had not seen this person for almost a month.

The day after the transfer, Shen Ke took him back to the Shen mansion for dinner, and he hasn't been back since that night.

Lin Jian looked at the clock again, hesitated for a moment, picked up the English book on the table, and quietly left the room.

On the first floor, only the floor strip at the wrong level was still on, reflecting the shadowed outlines of the furniture. Lin Jian tiptoed up the flight of stairs and stopped when she reached the corner of the second floor.

Shen Ke's bedroom door is half-open, the floor lamp is softly lit, but the room is empty.

And across the street, in the study, there seemed to be footsteps.

Lin Jian struggled a little, but still walked to the door of the study.

There was only a narrow crack in the door, through which warm light streamed, and Lin Jian caught a glimpse of the long figure at the desk.

Shen Ke should have finished his shower, wearing a navy robe, standing at his desk with his head down, flipping through something.

Lin Jian took a deep breath and raised his hand to knock on the door, the door to the study opened in response.

The person in the room turned around, a slightly stunned look on his face when he saw the tiny figure in the doorway.

Lin Jian did not expect the door to open at the touch of a button, and his raised hand was still stuck in the air without being lowered, and after a few seconds of bewilderment, he lowered his arm, pursed the corners of his lips, and tightened his fingers slightly as he clutched his English book.

Shen Ke put down the atlas in his hand and asked, "Why are you up so late?"

Lin Jian stood in the doorway and didn't answer.

"It's not like you're not talking or calling out." The darkness amplified the little bit of tired slight mute in Shen Ke's voice, and also covered the whole of the youth in front of him with an invisible, soft-like veneer; he looked at Lin Jian for a few seconds, and then suddenly smiled and waved his hand at him.

"Come here."