However, the black Bentley never headed toward the north gate.
The driver, Chen, came off the elevated road in the west of the city, turned onto an unremarkable service road, then drove straight through to the faculty entrance on the east side of the school.
In the back seat, Jiang Xun dozed against the window, his head bobbing with the bumps of the car.
He had no particular objection to going to school. After all, compared with staying at the Jiang family villa and facing Jiang Huaixiao and Jiang Yanchu, he would rather come to school.
Each brother seemed more like he was acting in a melodrama than the other, so getting out for a breath of air was a relief.
At least no one in the classroom would look at him in that way that gave him goosebumps all over.
Jiang Xun was still asleep when the car stopped. Shen Yuxing reached over and nudged his shoulder. Jiang Xun opened his eyes groggily, yawned, picked up his schoolbag, and got out.
The two entered through the east gate, crossed the faculty parking lot, took the path behind the laboratory building, and settled into the classroom of Class Three, Grade Eleven without a hitch.
Meanwhile, over at the north gate, Jiang Yu had been pacing with his phone clenched in his hand all morning.
The bell for morning study had already rung. The students at the school gate had gone from a trickle to a crowd and then dwindled to nothing; there were barely even any latecomers left.
The gray-haired boy ventured cautiously, "Young Master Jiang, class is about to start. Why don't we go in first-"
"Go in, my ass!" Jiang Yu kicked the brick edging of the flower bed beside the school gate. His toe struck a concrete