Competing for the Blade of the Sword Chapter 4

　　The principal is a somewhat strict middle-aged woman, the mother has been pulling her hope to take care of Lin Yifei a little more, but can not pop a few English words, an elementary school is also impossible to match a translator or something, the principal's face turned a little ugly. Plus the children in this school belong to the bottom of society, this middle-aged woman has seen more, patience is naturally even less.

　　And the mother's country accent, so that the principal showed some contempt for the look.

　　This made Lin Yifei unhappy. As a Chinese athlete, he had encountered some racial discrimination when he first started out, except that strength is everything, and when he was seeded in some international tournaments, no one looked at him with that kind of look anymore.

　　Wait a minute, these things are still not sure if they are reality or a dream, why think about them?

　　Lin Yifei raised his head and introduced himself fluently in English to the principal, and of course, he also expressed his mother's wishes, "Dear principal, I think I am a good student who is motivated, although my family is poor, but I still hope that the principal can treat me the same as other students and give me a good learning environment. "

　　This string of English shocked not only the principal, after all, which child can say such words, and Lin Yifei's mother also opened her eyes wide in disbelief that just now so pure English is his own son said.

　　"Since you have such a good foundation in English, I don't have to worry about it, I will put you in a good class." The principal smiled, being able to communicate these days would also reduce the chances of being discriminated against by others.

　　Thus, Lin Yifei was placed in a better class, and the teacher in the class was quite serious, although the school's hardware was not good, Lin Yifei was satisfied.

　　Especially when he opened the full English textbook, he recognized every word, and most importantly, he knew everything. He wouldn't be that stupid to think he was a genius, so that means ......

　　It's all over again? This hypothesis makes Lin Yifei excited, if he starts over again, he can make up for all those regrets!

　　Wait, Lin Yifei remembered Chris once mentioned that he read the elementary school is which came? Then he said with a smile that he almost went to that elementary school too ......

　　That means ...... Chris is also in this school?

　　Thinking of this, Lin Yifei's heart beat wildly, subconsciously looking around the entire classroom, when he saw the window seat, the figure lying on the table sleeping, the whole person froze.

　　That's Chris ...... that's definitely Chris ......

　　Lin Yifei then realized that he was so familiar with that person's figure, that person's posture.

　　"Okay, Lin, although this is your first time in class, I still don't want you to wander off." The class was on American history, and the substitute teacher, Miss Ann, walked up to Lin Yifei and asked a general knowledge question about history. Good color Lin Yifei remembered the answer and said it off the top of his head, which made Miss An nod and let him go.

　　After the class, the surrounding children all gathered around. The children around him asked what his name was, where he lived, Lin Yifei answered very patiently, compared to the 20-year-old college students, these children are simple and get along much better. But Lin Yifei glanced at the window from time to time, Chris still remained in the sleeping position.

　　"What's that guy's name? How dare he sleep all the time without the teacher talking about him?"

　　"He? He is Chris ......" a little black girl, the name is KK, hair fluffy with numerous pigtails came over to cover Lin Yifei's ear and said, "You do not get too close to him, he is the son of a prostitute, beware of infectious diseases! "

　　Lin Yifei slightly froze, remembering that Chris once mentioned in an indifferent tone that he had almost no friends before he was brought back to the Ozburns, he did not even speak often and had a slight autistic tendency, which was more obvious after his mother's death, so Mr. Ozburn also hired a psychiatrist for him at great expense. Once, Lin Yifei went to the Ozburn house as a guest and met Mr. Ozburn in the corridor, and the other person smiled and said, "Lin, you're more useful than any psychiatrist, and Chris seems to be very happy these four years in college."

　　"Why do you have an infectious disease?" Lin Yifei also overlapped KK's ear and asked.

　　"Idiot, don't you know that syphilis and AIDS are contagious?"

　　"No, these are not spread through contact." Lin Yifei wanted to tell them that the means of transmission is sexual, but when he thought of these are children, embarrassed to say more.

　　Not far away, Chris turned around, looked at the children gathered around Lin Yifei and pulled up the corner of his mouth. That was his disdainful look, Lin Yifei very familiar.

　　Just to be able to meet the eleven-year-old Chris in person and see his not-yet-grown features, still delicate and flawless, with a cold detachment, like always ready to zap others.

　　Even so, it still made Lin Yifei's heart stop half a beat.

　　He probably thought I was no different from anyone else ......

　　The class was soon over, and with what Lin Yifei knew about Chris, he knew he couldn't just get up there, Chris wouldn't drop his guard, and he would only hit a wall.

　　When it came to noon, Lin Yifei felt incomparably sad about his mother who had lost everything, and she didn't even prepare a lunch lunchbox for himself.

　　Looking at his depressed look, KK and the others were very enthusiastic to open their own small lunch boxes, one person set a little macaroni baked eggs or something, and came together to give him a solution to lunch. Look at Chris, he just took out a sandwich, finished it in two or three bites, and then opened the textbook and read it. Lin Yifei knows that Chris's comprehension ability is very strong, even without the teacher to teach, he can learn very well by himself reading books, which is probably why even if he sleeps on the table, the teacher does not bother to talk about him.