The Cold Lord God Always Acts Like a Spoiled Brat To Me

  Chapter 1012 Jiang Ye: Northwest Wind

  Tan Junxi glanced at him and said in surprise: "I deliberately imitated your handwriting with my left hand. If it is too normal, Lao Lin will not believe that you wrote the review."

   "..."

"Shut up."

  Jiang Ye remembered.

  Because he skipped classes and got into fights in high school, countless 3,000-word self-criticisms were indispensable.

  But Jiang Ye never wrote a review.

  Because Tan Junxi wrote to him every time.

  From lower case to upper case.

  Jiang Ye accepted it with peace of mind.

  Good students, write some reviews about what’s wrong, and exercise.

   "Let's go." Jiang Ye directly folded the self-criticism book into his pocket, half-sitting on the table, with long legs.

  The wind of May lingered around the teaching building for a long time, unwilling to leave, and lifted a corner of the curtain of the classroom, and a dim light came in, outlining the ends of the boy's hair, "Go home."

   "There is still duty."

  Tan Junxi handed him the trash can, "Downstairs, go empty it, and flush it with water by the way."

  Jiang Ye was caught off guard and stuffed into a trash can: "I came here to do your duty."

   "Isn't it?" Tan Junxi looked at him.

  Jiang Ye was really speechless: "What about the others, why are you alone?"

   "It was supposed to be worth yesterday, but I skipped class with you, so I messed with someone, and changed to today."

   "All right." Jiang Ye reluctantly accepted this reason.

   There was a lot of work, but the two of them finished it quickly. Jiang Ye had evening self-study, but he didn't go to it, and he just skipped it. Who cares about it at this time.

   This road after school, from the entrance of the teaching building to the door of the house, Jiang Ye has walked countless times. The road is not too far, and he doesn't like to take a car. The distance that can be walked in 20 minutes is shorter by bicycle, and there are also buses.

   The two stopped by and walked together.

  It was getting late, Jiang Yetu was fresh, bought two skewers at the school gate, Sai Tan Junxi one, still steaming, sprinkled with sesame seeds and cumin, the taste was not particularly good, but it was a nostalgia.

  The two walked back.

  Tan Junxi’s house is farther away from the No. 3 Middle School. He has to take a bus and lives alone. The house is his father’s inheritance.

  After his parents died, the entire Tan family fell apart, and it was difficult to reproduce the former glory, but the emaciated camel was bigger than the horse, and left a lot of legacy.

  If he is not extravagant, these inheritances are enough for him to live a lifetime of adequate food and clothing.

  A five-year-old boy's parents died, his father killed his mother, and he killed his father.

   At that time, many relatives coveted this rich inheritance, and various methods emerged one after another. People can do anything for money.

   What's more, Tan Junxi's mental state was really not good at that time, he suffered from insomnia, self-mutilation, auditory hallucinations and hallucinations, and he received psychological treatment for a long time afterwards.

  The relatives tried to take the money for themselves on the grounds of his extreme crime, inherited father's mental illness, and being too young to keep the inheritance.

   It was Jiang Ye who spent money to hire a lawyer to get the inheritance back.

  However, later on Tan Junxi was still so poor that he really had no money. His high school and university tuition fees were all earned by himself part-time.

   Those inheritances, except for the house, don’t want any other cents, all donated to the orphanage, when I was fifteen years old.

  Jiang Ye knew that he was very angry, and called him an idiot. He had no **** money to go to school and had money to donate. What kind of operation is this? !

  Anyway, Tan Junxi spread his hands, his attitude was calm, and he had the spirit of a strong man who would never return, and told him that the money had been donated, and he would not come back.

  Jiang Ye spoke harshly, saying that in the future, don't look for me if you don't have money, and my money didn't come from the wind!

   Tan Junxi smiled, lowered his voice, and said what to do, I'll drink the northwest wind.

  On the street, Jiang Ye took a bite of the skewers and said abruptly, "Be content, you can still eat skewers with the northwest wind."

  Tan Junxi:?

"I am very touched."

  (end of this chapter)