Chapter 267: just an option

Chapter 267 is just an option

Huo Yichen's name sounded from Murong Chuan's mouth again and again.

"Student Huo Yichen, please answer this question."

"Then what is Huo's thinking on this question?"

"Student Huo..."

The name that Murong Chuan uttered has not been changed since the beginning of class. Even students who don't know what happened can see that Murong Chuan is deliberately targeting Huo Yichen.

Moreover, they asked some tricky questions. Although they were not beyond the scope of the course, it took half an hour to think about any one question and ask someone else to answer it.

"Student Huo." This was the thirty-seventh time Murongchuan called his name.

Huo Yichen stood up helplessly, "This question needs to be analyzed from the first two entries, especially the stock market..."

He didn't mean to be made things difficult at all. The logic was smooth and orderly, and the steps were not complicated. A few words went straight to the point.

At the beginning of the class, other students were worried whether the new teacher would ask them questions, and everyone sat in their seats with fear.

It turned out that Professor Murong was only interested in Huo Yichen, and everyone felt relieved and boldly lowered their heads to play with their phones, not afraid of being questioned at all.

"Student Huo gave a good answer." Murong Chuan motioned him to sit down.

He continued to explain the PPT, but he admired Huo Yichen a little more in his heart.

The questions just now were considered to be in-depth, with many misunderstandings and difficult to solve, but Huo Yichen was able to give the correct answer in just a few minutes. In terms of learning alone, Murong Chuan thinks Huo Yichen is very good .

But that's all. In Murong Chuan's heart, Huo Yichen still hasn't reached the standard of being worthy of his sister.

This class seems extremely long, but it is very easy for other students.

"Okay, that's the end of our class." Murong Chuan finished on time, "get out of class is over."

He pinched it very punctually, even when he heard the bell rang for the end of get out of class, all the students around got up and walked outside impatiently.

Compared to other people, Huo Yichen is still sitting in his position to sort out the materials.

Make it difficult to make things difficult, Murong Chuan's lectures are of a very high level, and after this class, he has learned a lot and needs to sort it out.

Seeing that Huo Yichen's roommate hadn't left yet, he couldn't help being curious and approached him for a while.

"What's the matter with you, brother, the professor in this class will only point out your name." The man asked him.

The boy who spoke was Huo Yichen's roommate at school, and he could get along with everyone at ordinary times, with a little familiarity, but he was not afraid to strike up a conversation with Huo Yichen.

Huo Yichen looked at him with raised eyebrows, "The professor's surname is Murong."

He clicked to the end, that boy is not stupid, both Murong Qiao and Huo Yichen are influential figures in Huida, and this professor is also surnamed Murong, he immediately figured out the key point.

"It deserves it." The boy couldn't help laughing.

It seems that the love of gods also has troubles. Thinking of the scene of Professor Murong targeting Huo Yichen just now, he laughed even more.

If he also has such a good-looking, good-studied, and obedient younger sister who falls in love, it must be more than what Professor Murong has done.

Huo Yichen didn't pay much attention to this matter. His exam was approaching and he needed a lot of time to prepare.

But when he was seriously preparing for the exam, the Huo family was also undercurrents.

"You're still melancholy." The butler put a cup of tea by Patriarch Huo's hand with a respectful attitude.

Patriarch Huo, that is, Huo Hong, responded, picked up the cup of tea and took a sip, the temperature was just right in his stomach, relaxing his tense nerves a little.

He is now a late middle-aged man, and the lines on his face have increased a lot. The aura of the whole person has also settled down, and there is always a kind of aura that is not angry.

Except for the butler who has been taking care of him all the time, few people can talk to Huo Hong freely without being forced by his aura.

Huo Hong squeezed the aching forehead, "I always feel that Xiuyuan is still a little bit worse."

He was talking about the nephew he secretly raised, who was also Huo Yichen's candidate.

"Young Master Huo is more like you." The butler also agreed.

Comparing Huo Yichen and Huo Xiuyuan together, any smart person will choose Huo Yichen.

Although Huo Xiuyuan is very obedient and capable, but if you put him together with Huo Yichen, you can see the difference.

Huo Hong didn't have any expression on his face, and he couldn't see his thoughts, only his eyes were so dark that it made people feel retreat.

"I'm thinking about it," Huo Hong looked at the document in his hand. "Maybe Yichen is more suitable to inherit the Huo family."

Huo Yichen is good enough to lead the Huo family to a higher peak.

The butler's face remained unchanged, but poured another cup of tea for Huo Hong.

The conversation between the two fell into the ears of the third person, causing waves in the hearts of the eavesdroppers.

Huo Xiuyuan stood at the door of the study, listening to the conversation between Huo Hong and the housekeeper without missing a word, his complexion turned blue, then purple, then dark, more colorful than the paintings of art students.

It was Huo Yichen again.

He clenched his hands tightly, only feeling an invisible pressure on his body, so heavy that he almost couldn't breathe.

Huo Xiuyuan walked lightly, as if he had never been here before, and returned to his room as if nothing had happened.

But as soon as the door was closed, he couldn't help but punched the wall, his eyes were red with anger, and he felt that Huo Hong didn't look at him at all.

"A **** dares to climb on my head." Huo Xiuyuan felt ashamed.

He didn't expect that Huo Hong would actually consider giving all of his family property to Huo Yichen. That was the most unacceptable ending for Huo Xiuyuan.

He was raised as the heir of the Huo family since he was a child, and he has been growing up in the Huo family.

Huo Xiuyuan understands winks and works hard, and his grades can be regarded as the best among the younger generation of the Huo family.

But at that time Huo Hong had his own son, he was just a backup option, no one would consider his feelings at all, no matter how hard Huo Xiuyuan tried, he couldn't get Huo Hong's liking, not even a word of praise.

This situation lasted until Huo Hong's son died. The Huo family was immersed in sadness for a few days, but Huo Xiuyuan was the only one who was excited, feeling that the opportunity he had been waiting for had come.

But the change of things is always unexpected. Huo Hong died of a son. Instead of promoting him, he went outside to find a romantic **** and brought him back.

"From now on, you will call him Master Huo, do you understand?" The housekeeper brought a stranger back to Huo's house.

It was the first time Huo Xiuyuan and Huo Yichen met. Huo Yichen stood there exuding an aura that strangers should not enter. He was clearly living outside, but his demeanor was even younger than that of a young master.

Things seem to be back to the same as before, but Huo Yichen is much better than Huo Hong's original son, even surpassing him in all aspects.

"Master Huo, you are the number one again this time."

"The teacher said that you are talented, and the course can be advanced."

"As expected of you, Huida is not a problem."

Huo Xiuyuan was surrounded by countless compliments, but now they all belong to Huo Yichen.

This thorn has been stuck in Huo Xiuyuan's heart for a long time, until today when he heard Huo Hong talking with the butler, he seemed to be touched again, pulling the blood vessels in his heart and causing pain.

The name Huo Yichen was like a cancer, occupying his living space, making Huo Xiuyuan feel an unprecedented crisis.