Chapter 11 Cranky, Perfect Nine Masters

  Sunset, the heat has not disappeared.

The corridor of   Jiang Fuyue Station was just in the west, and it soon became hot and sweaty.

  She simply took off her school uniform jacket and fastened it around her waist, leaving a halter top inside.

  Fortunately, this body is slender and tall, with pretty skinny beauty. Even if the sling is not meaty, it is rather beautiful and slim.

  Plus this time, the whole building is empty. Who cares what she wears?

  Jiang Han looked over frequently, his eyes were surprised and envious.

  Why is she so thin? !

  Why is she so thin? !

  The key is so thin and powerful, and it’s kind of like a kick that makes people cry!

   So angry...

  Jiang Fuyue, who took off her jacket, was refreshed and brushed the questions more smoothly. There is a big topic to be drawn. She simply put one hand underneath and raised her arm. The light was instantly bright. When she moved the tip of her pen, the almost standard oval leaped onto the paper, and she added a few auxiliary lines at will.

  Amidst the thousands of threads, the thinking is so clear.

  Just as she was about to continue to the next question, she suddenly noticed a prying meaning from not far away. It was not dangerous, but it was definitely unfriendly.

  Jiang Fuyue immediately stood up straight, turned and looked opposite, only to see a man pushing the door from the back.

  In just two seconds, the door was closed and her gaze was blocked at the same time.

  Grade office?

  Jiang Fuyue's eyes are slightly narrowed, her eyes are slightly darker.

  ...

  "Zhong Ziang's parents?"

   "Yeah." The man nodded slightly, his stubborn movements brought out his innate extravagance.

  Meng Zhijian remembered the principal’s explanation, and guessed that the transfer student had a good background. Now, looking at the parent’s overall tolerance, he is indeed no ordinary person.

  The smile on his face became more and more polite, but his heart complained endlessly—

  Where is this to send him students? For the ancestors, it's almost the same!

  "Hello, I am the teacher in charge of the second and seventh high school, and my surname is Meng."

   "Hello, Teacher Meng."

  "May I ask you and Zhong Ziang?"

   "I am his uncle."

   "Oh, it's like this..."

  Zhong Ziang's first day of transfer was considered safe. Apart from inquiring about something from his classmates, he was sleeping. Otherwise, he would lie on the table and play with his mobile phone.

   Entrusted by the principal, Meng Zhijian greeted all the teachers in various subjects. He opened one eye to him, and if Zhong Ziang was honest, he would have been in peace.

  But the next day, this little **** didn't know which of the tendons was wrong, so he went to provoke Yichang? !

  There is no need to repeat the specific process, and the result is that two people entered the office together.

  Because Xie Dingyuan was late and Yi Ci had been taken away by his parents, Zhong Ziang was still standing crookedly in the corner, without any regrets, but his eyes were open and calm.

  Only when Xie Dingyuan came in, he cried out "Uncle" obediently.

   "Trouble Mr. Meng, I already understand the situation, and I will educate him well when I go back."

   "No trouble, no trouble..."

   Sending off the pair of nieces, Meng Zhijian slumped in his seat, letting out a long sigh of relief.

  He felt that sooner or later he would be tossed to death by the little boys in Class Seven.

  I caught a rich second generation. The family either donated the building to the school, or invested money to repair the cafeteria and library. All of them are golden bumps and baby eggs.

  Many times, he thought that he should teach this group of young masters and ladies a little lesson, let them taste the taste of being beaten by the society, but unfortunately, he can only think about it and never put it into practice.

  He is too difficult.

  ...

  Xie Dingyuan strode ahead, Zhong Zi angling and followed behind, afraid to speak.

   got in the car, and the two of them sat down.

  "Jiuye?" The driver asked intently.

  "Return to Yutianhua Mansion."

  The engine started, and there was nothing in the car for a while.

  Zhong Zi glanced anxiously to the side, and saw his uncle's cold profile face, his inner anxiety was infinitely magnified.

  Xie Dingyuan is not like Xie Yunzao holding his ears and babbling all the time. He can cry a lot when he talks; he is not like Zhong Yunyi, who just beats his hand and beats him first.

  He just calms you down and keeps you cold until you can’t stand up and break the psychological defense first.

  Zhong Ziang gritted his teeth, it's all routines!

  From childhood to adulthood, he was eaten to death by this kind of routine.

   Hold it back, this time you must hold it back! He secretly cheered up.

  But Xie Dingyuan really didn't seem to have any intention of opening his mouth. After getting out of the car, regardless of him, he entered the villa and went straight to the second floor.

  Not down for dinner.

   "Little Master, do you want to add food?" Liu Ma asked with a smile.

  Zhong Ziang squeezed his chopsticks, his eyes wandered: "Then what... won't you ask my uncle to eat?"

   "Mr. said he is busy, so you don't need to call him."

   "Oh..." Zhong Ziang sandwiched a piece of spare ribs, and the food was tasteless.

  "Do you want more food?"

  "Stop eating." He put down his chopsticks, got up and left.

  If you don’t see you, you won’t see, when who won’t hide? snort!

  Mum Liu smiled, and shook her head helplessly, the two uncles started again...

That night.

   banged, Zhong Zi was so angry that he smashed his mouse: "Damn!"

   Lose again!

   "I said, Lin Shumo, will you play?!"

  An innocent voice came from the earphone: "No...you guys have to drag me in."

  Zhong Zi gritted his teeth with angrily: "You said that you are the first in the exam and the first in the competition with a clever brain. How can you play a game and become a black hole?"

  "Maybe this is the legend...God opens a door for you, so a window is bound to be closed?"

   "Get out!"

   "Oh, Angzi, you have a big temper today, who provokes you?" Another voice came in, with obvious teasing.

  Zhong Ziang pulled his hair, tut, and tied his hands.

   "Don't mention it, annoying!"

   "Ooo, what's the situation? You've all arrived in Linhuai, the emperor is far away, and nobody cares. Why are you bothering you when you are unhappy?"

  Zhong Ziang pouted his mouth and hummed twice: "Who said I was unattended?"

   "You mean your uncle? Can he control you? I don't believe it."

  Thinking of Xie Dingyuan’s cold and indifferent face, Zhong Ziang became irritable again: “I’m bad luck. I’ll do this today, let’s go.”

   "Hey—I haven’t finished talking yet..."

  The system pops up a message to remind "friend players are offline".

  "Grass! Lin Shumo, let's continue—"

  Another friend is offline.

  "..."

  The night is getting darker, and everything is silent.

  Study Room—

  Xie Dingyuan closed the computer, took off his glasses, and concentrated his energy for a long time, making his eyes tired.

  Closed his eyes and raised the **** for ten minutes, he picked up the water cup and got up.

  Before leaving, I checked the power supply and switches meticulously, and finally closed the windows and the curtains, and finally locked the study.

  Each step is rigorous and orderly, with its own set of rules.

dining room.

  Mum Liu has prepared the meals according to the recipe. From the selection of ingredients to the dosage of seasonings in the cooking process, they have been strictly screened and accurately calculated.

   In order to ensure that the energy that the ingester obtains through eating can reach the "best value" required by the body, no more than a cent, and no more than a cent.

   is like the "optimal solution" in a math problem.

  Accurate and perfect.

  "Uncle..." is Zhong Ziang.

  Xie Dingyuan put down the used napkins, folded them, and put them at hand.

   Liu Ma knew that this was the signal that the meal was finished, and silently stepped forward to clean up.

  Xie Dingyuan got up and walked into the living room, Zhong Ziang looked down for a moment, and raised his heel.

    Yue Jie: This man is a real dog.

     Jiuye: Dog is a noun, so you can’t use it like that.

     Yue sister:...

    

   

  (End of this chapter)

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