Reborn, I am doing involution on Jinshan

In the afternoon, bodyguard Aliang sent Yin Xiaoyao and her brother to Hualian Training School.

"Little brother, if there are any subjects you are interested in and want to learn, I will help you pay the tuition." She is now rich and confident.

Deng Chenjun replied: "Okay, I want to learn computer programming." Deng Chenjun said with a firm look in his eyes.

"I didn't expect you to be interested in programming, little brother. It's really beyond my expectation." Yin Xiaoyao said with a smile, "But it's a good thing. You will definitely have a bright future. I heard from a client that IT workers start with a monthly salary of 1 yuan, but aren't you going to take the civil service exam? I wonder if you can work part-time?"

"It's okay, just treat it as training to improve your memory. Sister, we will be alumni from now on."

"Haha, it really is. Alumni, come in."

Bodyguard Aliang wanted to smoke, so he stayed in the car. The siblings went in to consult.

The security guard on duty politely showed them the way, and the receptionist asked about their learning needs and then enthusiastically began to introduce various subjects.

"Teacher, do you have a full-day course I'd like to study? One where English and design are separated into morning and evening."

"Also, since we both signed up for three subjects, can we get a discount?" Yin Xiaoyao asked politely.

The admissions officer said, "Beautiful lady, I checked the class schedule for the two subjects you signed up for. You can take them separately in the morning and evening. As for discounts, normally there aren't any. If you have a referral or know a teacher here, you can get a 10% discount."

"I have several alumni who have already signed up and should be taking classes. Do they count as recommendations?"

"Yes, what's his name? Let me check it."

"Fang Rongcheng, Zhang Shisi."

"Okay, please wait." The admissions officer typed the name into his notebook without even looking up.

After a moment, two more fashionably dressed women came over, bringing with them a strong smell of perfume, which made her frown slightly.

Feeling someone was looking at her, Yin Xiaoyao looked up and felt that the tall woman looked familiar.

The woman said, "What a coincidence, we meet again." Seeing her puzzled expression, she added, "My name is Wen Shalan, Bai Yilong's high school classmate. We met at the hot pot restaurant in the city center."

"It's you." Yin Xiaoyao remembered the last time in the hot pot restaurant and greeted the other party with a smile.

"Are you also here to sign up for courses?" Wen Shalan looked at Yin Xiaoyao with a hint of curiosity in her eyes.

"Yes, we want to improve our skills." Yin Xiaoyao answered briefly.

"Oh, that's a coincidence. I'm here to sign up for the course too. Maybe we will be in the same class." Wen Shalan said with a smile.

"Well, it's very likely." Yin Xiaoyao responded casually. She was not very interested in Wen Shalan and just wanted to end the conversation quickly.

"By the way, how is Bai Yilong doing recently? I haven't seen him for a long time." Wen Shalan suddenly asked.

"I'm not sure, we're just ordinary friends." Yin Xiaoyao replied indifferently. She didn't want to talk too much about Bai Yilong with Wen Shalan.

The woman next to him who had been silent all this time suddenly said, "Sha Lan, why don't you introduce us?"

"My senior sister, Duan Yuting, graduated from Ivy League and just returned to China this year." Wen Shalan also asked her, "Beautiful girl, what's your name?"

"My name is Yin Xiaoyao, nice to meet you."

Duan Yuting stroked her sexy long curly hair, revealing a plump beauty with fiery red lips, a maroon hip-hugging long skirt paired with a beige trench coat, long boots on her feet, and sharp eyes that made people feel a little uncomfortable.

She asked, "Xiaoyao, what subject do you want to study?"

Xiaoyao didn't answer but asked, "Still choosing, what about you guys?"

She was still wary of strangers. If it weren't for Bai Yilong being in the middle, she would have wanted to make up a fake name.

Wen Shalan said, "I want to learn something, but the tuition here is a bit expensive. I'd better choose a few more schools before making a decision. I'm going to the next one now. I'm leaving first. Goodbye!" Then she left, holding her good friend's hand.

"Okay, goodbye." Yin Xiaoyao nodded, then turned and left. She thought to herself that she hoped she would never run into Wen Shalan again.

Deng Chenjun immediately transformed from a spectator to a fan, standing beside Xiaoyao and tugging on her sleeve. In a moment, the two of them walked to a secluded area. "Sister, that guy in the white windbreaker said his last name was Duan. Could it be that they sent someone here to deliberately chat you up, just to get your name?"

Yin Xiaoyao's heart skipped a beat. Suddenly, "You mean the people on Duan Qingyang's side? There are so many people with the last name Duan, how could so many of them do it on purpose? Big bosses are usually very busy, how could they have time to go shopping? No way."

She rolled her eyes at him again, "I'm not a great beauty. What charm of mine is there that would warrant someone spending 2 million to forcefully marry me? Aunt Ma just loves to exaggerate."

"Sister, please don't underestimate yourself. I think you're as beautiful as a fairy." Deng Chenjun's expression couldn't be more serious. He lowered his voice and said, "If you run into bad guys later, sister, you run first. I'm a boy and I'm not afraid of being taken advantage of."

Yin Xiaoyao rolled her eyes at him. "You're such a jinx! Bah! Bah! Say it again."

"Don't boost others' morale and destroy your own prestige. I can't wait for something to happen so that I can see who is behind this. It's so sad to live in this state of being neither up nor down, living in fear every day." She gritted her teeth lightly, with a hint of ruthlessness in her eyes.

Deng Chenjun's silence was deafening. After a moment, he said, "That makes sense!"

"Sister, then I'll learn programming. Do you really need to consider your subjects?"

"Well, I want to learn how to drive all at once after I quit my job. I also need to get a driver's license. Do you want to go learn to drive with me?"

"Okay, I happen to have some time." Deng Chenjun smiled slyly. He knew his sister had always wanted to learn how to drive. "But you have to promise me one thing."

Yin Xiaoyao looked at him puzzledly, "What's the matter?"

Deng Chenjun pretended to be mysterious and said, "When you learn to drive, you have to take me for a ride."

Yin Xiaoyao smiled and agreed: "No problem!"

The two smiled at each other and decided to start their learning journey together. In the days to come, they will work together to move towards their respective goals.

Yin Xiaoyao immediately enrolled her brother in a computer programming course and paid one year's tuition in advance.

"Thank you, sister! I will definitely study hard." Deng Chenjun said gratefully.

"Well, come on! If you don't understand something, ask the teacher in time. Don't give up halfway and waste my money. You will be punished." Yin Xiaoyao encouraged.

After making arrangements for her younger brother, Yin Xiaoyao prepared to leave school, but met a familiar figure at the school gate... Wu Haoming.

Xiaofang's relative was the older brother she met when she went to Baita Temple. She was considering whether to go up and say hello or pretend not to know him.

Then he walked towards them with his long legs. "Xiaoyao, what a coincidence. Do you need my help? I'm very familiar with this training school."

He was dignified and his hawk-like eyes examined her completely.

"Brother Hao, what a coincidence. Do you work here?"

"Yes, this boy is..."

Yin Xiaoyao raised her eyebrows slightly, "My brother just signed up."

"Brother Wu, we're going home. Goodbye!"

Wu Haoming called her over and handed her a business card from his pocket. "If you have any questions, you can always come to me."

The brother and sister were walking and talking when the weather suddenly changed and a cold wind blew on their faces. Everyone on the road quickened their pace.

"Sister, is this school famous?"