The buddhist girl transmigrated into a book - chapter 243

As soon as Bo Huan returned to the classroom, Li Xiaoxiao approached her and asked her curiously, “Bo Huan, where did you go?”

Bo Huan sat down in her seat and replied while opening the book, “I didn’t go anywhere, I just solved a problem.”

Li Xiaoxiao thought that Bo Huan had done a trivial thing, so the next second she returned her attention to the book.

Soon, the teacher for the next class came.

Looking at the familiar and unfamiliar words in the textbook, Bo Huan finally had a feeling of returning to her senior year.

Although she had excellent grades in her third year of high school, and finally passed with high scores, for her, more than ten years have passed since that year. So she still needed to spend more time and energy to return to her original heights. 　　

Fortunately, she had a good and solid foundation, so it should not be too difficult to regain her knowledge.

The hard part was about Cheng Zhi…

At first she thought it was just a dream, so in the dream she could do whatever she wanted without considering any consequences. But it was not a dream. Although she didn’t regret everything she did, she still needed to think about the way forward.

Cheng Zhi was what she must chase in this life. In her previous life, she was cowardly, didn’t even dare to say a word, and stayed thinking about Cheng Zhi until she was thirty-six and unmarried. Then she opened her eyes again, that was, she returned to the year when she was nineteen. But this time, even if she and Cheng Zhi could not reach a happy end, she had to pursue him hard.

She would work hard. Even if the final outcome was not good, she would have no regrets in this life.

Twenty years of unrequited love in her previous life made her know all his preferences.

She knew that he liked listening to Heifetz, riding horses, and racing. His favorite sport was bowling and his favorite instrument was the violin.

Just because she knew that his favorite instrument was the violin, in her past life, she regarded the violin as her life’s career.

She had become a world-famous violinist. In her glorious and brilliant career, she was praised by the media as the contemporary violin queen. At the same time, she was also the only Chinese female violinist to have a solo concert in the Vienna Concert Hall.

In addition to taking the violin as a career, she also learned to ride horses, drag racing, and bowling.

She wanted to experience everything he liked, to breathe the air he had breathed, and feel all the scenery he had ever felt.

Many years after graduating from university, her violin career had been considered a small achievement. But in that year, she resolutely chose to go to the Royal Academy of Music to continue her postgraduate studies.

She walked around Edinburgh alone, walked slowly along the River Cam, and felt the hot afternoon sun on the Cambridge campus.

No one knew why she chose Britain as a country to live in, only she knew.

Cheng Zhi stayed in Cambridge, England for five years. He studied and lived there. But when she came to England in glory, he had already returned home.

The two didn’t have an intersection again.

She knew he was ambitious. After returning to China after graduating with a master’s degree, Cheng Zhi started his own business and was an outstanding young entrepreneur who had been in the newspaper.

It was a pity that such an excellent person was affectionate and persistent.

He was just like his name, persistent. Once he loved someone, he loved her forever.

Bo Huan felt that she was wrong. Cheng Zhi’s favorite thing was obviously not bowling and violin, but Gu Mian.

Gu Mian, the beloved wife of Cheng Che, chairman of the Cheng Group, and the only daughter of Gu Guoan, chairman of Global International.

Apart from these two awesome identities, she still had a beautiful face like a flower. She was in the entertainment circle like a fish and had fans all over the world.

When Gu Mian was thirty years old, she got the Oscar. At the awards ceremony, Cheng Che, Cheng Zhi, her daughter Nuonuo, and her friend Kan Yangyang all applauded excitedly for her.

All her fans were cheering for her and very proud of her.

Most girls wanted to live like Gu Mian.

Even she herself had to admit that she also envied Gu Mian. But she was not envious of her achievements, nor her family background, but envious of her being loved by Cheng Zhi.

In Cheng Zhi’s thirty-six years of life, he only loved Gu Mian. If it weren’t for love, Bo Huan couldn’t think of a reasonable reason for a man to insist on not getting married until the age of thirty-six.

And this love was what she dreamed of in her previous life.

Fortunately, Cheng Zhi was only nineteen years old now, and there were still seven full years before he met Gu Mian.

Gu Mian hadn’t become Cheng Zhi’s obsession yet, and he had not wasted half of his life because of her.

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In the afternoon, the fact that Bo Huan single-handedly confessed to a student of class 12 of high school, had spread throughout the school.

Many people were talking about it.

Li Xiaoxiao was shocked. She looked at Bo Huan with a stunned expression, “You said you did one thing before, it was to confess to Cheng Zhi?”

Bo Huan said, “Yes,”

Li Xiaoxiao took a long time and patted her shoulder, “Bo Huan, I respect you.”

Bo Huan knew that many people were talking about her confession behind her back, both good and bad. She didn’t care at all.

Everyone’s opinion of her seemed insignificant in her heart, and it was not as important as Cheng Zhi’s smile.

In the afternoon for ten minutes between classes, Bo Huan would go to the door of Class 12. Her classroom was on the second floor, and Class 12 was on the third floor. Fortunately, there were stairs at the corner of their classroom. She could get to the classroom of Class 12 by going up the stairs.

The confession made all the students in Class 12 know about Bo Huan.

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