Rebirth of the Urban Cultivator

The students were very happy.

The admissions teams of Qinghua University and Kyoto University have already settled in Jiangsu Province. Although Longcheng No. 1 Middle School is well-known, Jiangsu Province is a major teaching province. Longcheng is much inferior to Jinling No. 1 Middle School, Jinling No. 13 Middle School, and Foreign Languages ​​College in Jinling.

After the college entrance examination, the students finally relaxed. They made an appointment to have barbecue, beer, and KTV together. Zhou Yi was invited several times, but Zhou Yi refused.

Although the application form has been reformed and the decision will be made after the scores are released, on the third day after the exam, the students were called back to school to estimate the scores. The school should make predictions in advance, provide help, consult, and guide!

This time, returning to school feels like revisiting an old place. No matter how the test results are, everything is already determined. There are joys and frustrations. Occasionally, some students tear up the textbooks in their hands, letting the paper scraps fly all over the sky.

Zhou Yi's class is an ordinary class, but ordinary classes in No. 1 Middle School are also full of hidden talents.

The head teacher has been working hard all year round, with a Mediterranean hairstyle and deep wrinkles on his face. He has been competing for the grade leader for many years, but failed.

He seriously estimated the scores with each student. When he saw that the female academic bully estimated 626 points, his face was full of smiles. The study committee member estimated 660 points, and he smiled so hard that his eyes disappeared. He also nodded frequently when Gao Xintian scored 575 points.

When he saw Li Xiaodao's 424 points again, his brows frowned.

The students' estimated scores were almost submitted, and he had an idea in his mind. This year's data was similar to last year's data, and it was slightly worse. He sighed and took Zhou Yi's estimated score.

"700?"

His hands couldn't help but tremble. He adjusted his glasses with thick lenses and looked at it carefully. He swallowed his saliva involuntarily and said, "Zhou Yi, you wrote 700 points?"

His slightly trembling voice made the originally noisy classroom suddenly become extremely quiet.

"Fuck, Boss Wu Wei." Li Xiaodao jumped over quickly.

"Zhou Yi, the meaning of estimating the score is to compare the correct answers on the college entrance examination paper, such as the actual answers you wrote on the day of the exam..." The head teacher Wu Xu was afraid that Zhou Yi would not understand, and explained to Zhou Yi with trepidation and expectation.

Zhou Yi nodded and said, "I know."

"Fuck!" The wrinkles on his face almost covered his entire face at this moment. Wu Xu, a civilized man who had not swore for many years, couldn't help but swear.

He hurriedly took away the shares of the remaining students and ran out like a fly.

As soon as he left, the whole class surrounded Zhou Yi. 700 points? What concept?

"Boss, are you crazy? What a joke! A classmate covered the back of his score on the computer and only left the first line of numbers. He was so excited when he saw the first number of the total score was 6. He read it all and realized that it was more than 60 points..." Everyone laughed. Obviously, most people, or everyone, thought that Zhou Yi was bragging about Boyi. Zhou Yi looked at the boys and girls chattering around him, and the unique girlish smell of the girls went into his nose. He actually liked this feeling. "Hey, did you really estimate 700 points?" After saying goodbye to the group of children, Zhou Yi was about to go home when he heard a greeting from behind, who was obviously running all the way and panting. Zhou Yi turned around, and Gao Xintian was almost dazzled by the dazzling light in the sun. She stroked her chest with her hand and panted, "Zhou Yi, slow down, I can't stand it anymore."

Zhou Yi turned around and stood still, like a tall pine tree.

Seeing Zhou Yi's face, Gao Xintian didn't know why she felt that the sky was bluer, the water was clearer, and life was better.

"I'm kidding, it's definitely not 700 points." Zhou Yi had seen too much distrust, so he said casually, and then turned and left.

"I said it, it must be fake, how could he get 700 points?" Gao Xintian breathed a sigh of relief, and her heart was much more balanced.

"Hey, which university are you applying to?" Gao Xintian seemed to remember something, looking at Zhou Yi who was walking away, and hurriedly shouted. It was like shouting in a movie: I will support you, so sensational.

But there was no response, and she was so angry that she stomped her feet in anger.

Which school are you applying to? Zhou Yi already had the answer in his mind. Thinking about the girl who only had eyes for him, Zhou Yi couldn't help but smile as he walked. The old demon of cultivation actually looked like a young man who was in love for the first time.

…

Yiheng Pharmaceutical is a thing of the past, and the newly renamed Yunlan Pharmaceutical Group is about to reopen.

Liu Mulan has widely sent out invitations to heroes, and all the famous figures in the Longcheng pharmaceutical industry will be present.

Even the leading figures in the pharmaceutical industry in Jinling, the provincial capital, and even in other provinces have sent invitations.

Liu Mulan will offer three newly developed drugs of Yunlan Pharmaceutical at the opening ceremony. She believes that in the eyes of insiders, these are priceless.

And Li Bancheng, the richest man in Jiangsu Province, took this opportunity to throw out a shocking news, offering 100 million to buy thousand-year-old ginseng!

Like a boulder hitting a calm lake, many ginseng buyers risked their lives to enter the forbidden area of ​​Changbai Mountain to find such an opportunity.

Yunlan Pharmaceutical reopened, almost stirring up the entire pharmaceutical industry on its own, and every pharmaceutical family wanted to come and find out.

Zhou Yi looked at the magnificent gate of Yunlan Pharmaceutical and felt as if he were in another world.

"Uncle Chen!" Seeing the recovered security captain Lao Chen, Zhou Yi respectfully called him.

If he hadn't delayed for some time, he might not have seen his mother. This favor could never be repaid.

When Old Chen saw Zhou Yi, he excitedly shouted: "Young Master Yi is here, Young Master Yi is here."

Zhou Yi quickly corrected himself and said: "Uncle Chen, you will call me Xiao Yi from now on. If you call me Young Master Yi, I would rather find a wall and die."

Old Chen could feel the sincerity of Zhou Yi's words. Hearing this, his eyes were a little wet. He smiled at Zhou Yi with relief. As the saying goes, a prodigal son who returns is worth more than gold. The dude in front of him has really grown up.

He nodded heavily to Zhou Yi and said: "Okay, Xiao Yi, President Zhou is waiting for you, go quickly."

Zhou Yi then walked towards the factory.

"Mr. Yi!"

"Mr. Zhou!"

"Oh my god, Mr. Zhou's son is so handsome, I want to give birth to him!"

"How can there be such a handsome man in the world!"

"Which middle school do you think his son Zhou Xiaoshuai and I should go to? Zhengheng, right?" A girl asked her best friend beside her in a daze.

"If life could only be like the first sight..."

As we walked along, people greeted us from time to time, and many girls whispered in the distance, their faces flushed.

Zhou Yi gave them a smile that met social expectations. They were all hard-working workers working for his company, and he still had the attitude of respecting the wise and humble.

"Fuck, who is this? He looks so ugly, do you believe I will beat him up?" Of course, there were also people who didn't know Zhou Yi, and boasted to their buddies around them.

The person next to him slapped him on the head and whispered, "Shut up. The leaders of the Di'an Society and the Canal Gang have already knelt before him. You want to cut him down? You may think your life is too long. If you want to die, don't drag me down with you."