The Rebirth of the Financial Hegemon

After that incident back then, this little guy who calls him Brother Chuan has broken with his biological father, Mao Aidang, and has stayed with him abroad for more than ten years without hesitation.

Even in the end, he helped him drop the nuclear bomb he got from Lao Maozi, and accompanied him to the end of his life.

So for Mao Xiaowu, Zhao Jiangchuan has always felt very guilty in his heart, especially at the last moment of that terrifying loud noise, Zhao Jiangchuan was full of apologies to Mao Xiaowu.

Fortunately, all of this is now possible to salvage.

"Xiao Chuan, why are you late again? I beat this kid up in bed in the morning, and I was about to go to work, so I followed behind him to see if this kid would skip class and come back to fool me at night. "

Zhao Jiangchuan put away all the emotions in his heart, touched his head with the reaction he should show most, and pretended to be embarrassed: "I overslept in the morning, and it's already seven o'clock when my mother wakes me up. Don't worry, Uncle Mao, I'll talk to Xiao. Wu goes to school together, he doesn't dare to skip class."

With Zhao Jiangchuan's impeccable reaction, Mao Aidang could not see anything abnormal. He smiled and said, "I can rest assured that you are here, then I will go to work."

Zhao Jiangchuan agreed and watched Mao Aidang's back gradually leave, but no one knew what Zhao Jiangchuan was thinking.

"Brother Chuan, we won't really go to class. We're already late anyway. Why don't we go today? I stole a dollar from my mother in the morning. Let's go to the arcade to play games."

Zhao Jiangchuan slapped Mao Xiaowu's head with a slap with his backhand. He laughed and scolded, "Did you know that your dad was following, so you called me as a shield on purpose?"

"Hehe... Just my dad's little thought, I'm not yet Qing Men, I know what **** he wants to do as soon as he pokes his ass..."

"If you say that, it's your dad."

"If you don't tell me, I won't tell you, he knows shit."

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Half an hour has passed since the class time, so the campus of Nova University was empty and almost no one could be seen.

The way Zhao Jiangchuan is traveling leisurely with his schoolbag on his back shows that he is not the least bit late.

In the past life, Zhao Jiangchuan was late for his parents' meal, not to mention that he didn't take reading seriously now.

However, Zhao Jiangchuan didn't intend to show any difference from his past self. Before his fledgling, his student status would allow him to hide himself in the depths.

Mao Xiaowu was in the first year of high school, and he was not in the same teaching building as Zhao Jiangchuan, who was in the second year of high school. After staring at Mao Xiaowu and walking into the class resentfully, Zhao Jiangchuan turned his head and walked into his class again.

From time to time, the sound of students reading from various classes could be heard in the corridor, and sometimes the roar of other teachers could be heard occasionally.

The third and second classes of senior high school are already in sight. Zhao Jiangchuan, who has a relaxed face, is not at all worried that he will be disciplined by the teacher in the future. That kind of peace of mind is really a lot of beatings.

One more turn is the back door of the class. Zhao Jiangchuan has no plans to go through the front door to be criticized. It is one thing to not care, and it is another to find it by himself.

Suddenly, Zhao Jiangchuan's steps stopped, and a figure who seemed to have been waiting there for a long time stood at the back door, blocking Zhao Jiangchuan's steps.

This was a woman. After realizing that the person blocking him was a woman, Zhao Jiangchuan subconsciously glanced at the woman's chest.

It's a habit, a subconscious habit that comes from instinct.

Unfortunately, because of the cold weather, he did not see some kind of beautiful scenery.

However, based on his rich experience, Zhao Jiangchuan felt that the woman in front of her wearing a Nizi coat had a capital that could not be underestimated.

As the so-called beauty looks at the thighs, so it is natural, the experienced Zhao Jiangchuan turned his eyes down and began to look at the legs of the woman in front of him without hesitation.

With a height of one meter sixty-five, legs of one meter, a perfect golden ratio, and the cost is also there, this girl has a good figure.

This is a definition given by Zhao Jiangchuan in his heart.

Finally, Zhao Jiangchuan raised his head to look at the woman he defined as a good figure.

A slender face with melon seeds, fair skin, a rosy cherry mouth, and thin willow eyebrows, um, good-looking facial features, but the eyes are a little too big, and the face is a little stiff.

If it weren't for these, just based on this face and figure, it should be able to give 95 points.

Overall, this chick is on point.

That is, why does this chick seem a little familiar?

"Zhao Jiangchuan!"

A cold voice almost sounded in his ears, which made Zhao Jiangchuan, who was about to stretch his hand into his arms to take out his business card, froze for a while. After 0.1 seconds, he finally returned to reality.

Special, no wonder it's a little familiar.

Isn't this chick their English teacher and head teacher in the third grade of high school, and he is still a student, what is his name?

After more than ten years of memory, Zhao Jiangchuan couldn't remember his teacher's name at once.

Li... Li Ruotong?

That's right, Li Ruotong, but why didn't I find this chick before... Why didn't I find that Teacher Li was very attractive before?

Habits are really not a good habit. Zhao Jiangchuan has long been accustomed to leaving business cards with chicks he can like. For the first time, he feels that this habit is really not a good habit.

"Zhao Jiangchuan, this is the first time you've been late this semester, tell me, you've never been late this semester, UU reading www.uukanshu.com 28 minutes, you can be 20 late for a class. Eight minutes..."

Li Ruotong almost gritted her teeth and spat out these words. From the beginning of class at seven o'clock in the morning, she found that Zhao Jiangchuan, who was often late for class, was not there again.

In order to make it easier for students to digest the content taught every day, Li Ruotong put a lot of effort into preparing lessons every time, and even sometimes was busy until one or two o'clock in the evening.

But when this serious attitude met a **** student like Zhao Jiangchuan, she was almost blown away.

Seeing that the final exam before the winter vacation is approaching, which student is not busy studying, but this Zhao Jiangchuan seems to be deliberately opposing her, and he is still the same all day long.

Facing Li Ruotong's roar, Zhao Jiangchuan wisely lowered his head and did not speak. He made a gesture of admitting his mistake.

It's a pity that Li Ruotong, who was in the midst of anger, had no plans to let him go.

"Zhao Jiangchuan, tell me, why are you late today? Stomach pain or headache?"

All kinds of pain are the reasons for all students to be late. As a teacher, Li Ruotong certainly knows that 99 out of 100 reasons are made up.

Usually, students are late, and she is considered to have come from this age, so she doesn't care about the students' all kinds of lies, as long as it is not so excessive.

But this Zhao Jiangchuan is good. He is like a donkey who has been taught repeatedly, and has been taught countless times by her face to face. Every time he promises not to be late, but every time he is late.

"Huh? Tell me, where is the pain today? Zhao Jiangchuan, tell me where is the pain today?"

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