Irregular Student of Aristocratic Academy

The copy of the next book titled "Widowed Heartthrob and Stepson in the End of the World" is at the bottom. Please add it to your collection. Shen Yanchuan became a special admissions student originally funded by Noble Academy F1. However, at the opening ceremony not long after he arrived, he angered F1 and was suspended from all funding. The next plot is logical. The protagonist Shou, who is kind but dropped out of school due to poverty, meets F1. F1 sponsors him to become a special admissions student. Then he meets F2, F3, and F4 successively. This has nothing to do with Shen Yan. He is just worried about the tuition fees, living expenses, and accommodation fees after the funding is stopped. Shen Yan's body was cleaner than his face, so eating became a top priority. In order to complete his studies, Shen Yan had to turn around and find someone else. F1 and his followers sneered at Shen Yan, while the other special recruits hated him for being a fool. F2, who helped him, was just competing with F1 and teasing him. He became the despise of everyone in the school. Shen Yan didn't care, he just wanted to wait for Yuan Shu to be admitted to school, keep a low profile until graduation, and save enough money to stay away from F4 and the Shura field where they consumed cannon fodder. The whole school knew that Shen Yan was a weirdo that everyone avoided. They all said they hated him—— The whispers in the corridor stopped abruptly as he passed by, the ink of the threatening letters that appeared every day on the desk was still wet, and there was a subtle and unspoken pause when everyone was called. But somewhere he can't see—— They use disgust to cover up obsession, and rejection to replace desire. The sticky glances hidden in the deliberately suppressed sneers in the back row of the classroom, the roll of Adam's apple before the door lock of the sports warehouse is turned, the overlapping IP addresses under the popular posts on anonymous forums... These mad dogs were biting each other's throats, but when he glanced at them, they skillfully put on human skin. The arrogant, the violent, the docile, the aloof, all finally tremblingly put the collar to his fingertips. —— My life is a script. Gu Linchuan, this name represents power, wealth, and inherent superiority. Until that person appears. ——It's ridiculous. I, and the whole world I live in, are just a few lines of text for people's entertainment. The special admissions student that I once looked down upon was defined in the book as cannon fodder that would not end well. But my eyes lingered on him uncontrollably. Look at his silent profile, look at his forbearing back, and look at the blazing fire in his eyes. It was a kind of inferior but hot vitality that was incompatible with my perfect world, but it made me feel alive like never before. As it should be, it's mine. The engagement party burned down everything I had carefully planned. Time is turning back, the world is being refreshed, everyone is back in their place, and the memory is cleared, as if the engagement that ended in failure never happened. Only I remember. In the new world line, my good brother put his arm around someone's shoulder and introduced me to me with a smile: "This is my fiancée, please take good care of her." I looked at the face that had been thinking about it day and night, but at the moment it was filled with strangeness and alienation. He nodded gently to me, politely and distantly, as if he were a real, good brother to his fiancé. ……Mine. The dead fiancée who once belonged to me. Mine. [Arrogant, sultry and coquettish flower man ghost widower attack] × [Tough and vigorous, vicious dog-shaped evil beauty] —————— Recommended preview of "Widowed Heartthrob and Stepson in the End of the World" When Yu Xing woke up, she was dressed as a young mother from a wealthy family, and her newlywed husband burped on the spot, leaving behind a huge family fortune and a sinister stepson Ji Huang who was only a few years younger than him and was in a wheelchair. Then the apocalypse came, the husband died, the family property was gone, and the zombies came. Yu Xing's only reliance is a card drawing system tied to his stepson's desire to survive. However—— Looking at Ji Huang's useless legs and his indifferent eyes that were like stagnant water and had no interest in everything... Yu Xing discovered with sadness and indignation: His cheap son seemed not to want to live at all! The system panel is dark and the number of card draws is zero. Yu Xing struggled, clumsily, and worked hard to find life in the wasteland with a disability. He rummaged through the ruins and corpses, using his frayed fingers to dig out half a bottle of water and a small piece of food. He avoided zombies and robberies time and time again, and brought them back to Ji Huang in a state of embarrassment. "Ji Huang! It's time to eat!" "Ji Huang! Look at the new quilt!" "Ji Huang, we will survive!" Ji Huang raised his inorganic eyes and asked indifferently: "Do you really want to live?" Yu Xing: Of course I want to live TvT! The system remains dead. Ji Huang, on the other hand, although he was world-weary, still used his remaining connections and financial resources to protect him. Yu Xing held the empty system panel and fell into deep thought: Could it be that... There was an error in the system? Until the shelter suddenly collapsed and corpses poured in. The predators gathered around and stretched out their hands towards Yu Xing with a ferocious smile. Ji Huang's pupils shrank suddenly, and he tightly protected Yu Xing behind him. The metal armrests of the wheelchair were twisted due to his excessive exertion. At that moment, the ultimate fear of loss overwhelmed everything—— [Ding! The bound object's desire to survive is detected! Emergency protocol activated! The SSR skill "Blink" has been forced to be used. Supplies gradually became abundant, life was no longer hopeless, and Ji Huang's legs gradually improved. But his possessive desire for Yu Xing grew wildly along with his desire to survive. "What did you get in exchange for food?" "Did you smile at them again today?" "Who was the man who sent you back? Where did my new coat come from? Which hand did he touch you with?" Ji Huang hated himself for being disabled and hated everyone who sent Yu Xing home. He was afraid of anything Yu Xing brought and suspected that there was a dirty deal behind every supply. While he greedily absorbed the warmth and vitality brought by Yu Xing, he was also jealous and crazy because of those coveting eyes. In the new home after the apocalypse, the lights are not turned on. As soon as Yu Xing stepped in, he was pulled into his arms by a strong force. The familiar aura contained a trace of uncontrollable force and imprisoned him. The darkness amplified all the senses. Ji Huang's breath was surprisingly hot, buried in his neck, and his voice was low and suppressed: "Will you leave me one day?" Yu Xing was confused and shook the top medical card he had just drawn: "Yeah, don't leave! Look, this can cure your leg!" Ji Huang tightened his arms and engraved this promise into his bones. ——You never want to leave. Clumsy, slow, optimistic, heartthrob little mother VS dark, paranoid, world-weary disabled stepson Intention: Study hard and strive for self-improvement