The sun is setting, and the heat is still there.
The corridor at Jiang Fuyue Station was in the west, and soon it was hot and sweaty.
She simply took off her school uniform jacket and tied it around her waist, leaving only a camisole underneath.
Fortunately, this body is slender and tall, quite skinny and beautiful, even the suspenders don't look fleshy, but elegant and slim.
In addition to this time, the whole building is empty, who cares what she wears
On the contrary, Jiang Han looked over frequently, his eyes were both startled and envious.
How is she so thin? !
Why is she so thin? !
The key is to be so skinny and yet so strong, the kind that makes people scream with one kick!
so angry...
Jiang Fuyue, who had taken off his coat, was much refreshed, and he was able to brush the questions more smoothly. There is a big problem to be drawn, so she simply puts one hand on the bottom, raises her arm up, the light is bright instantly, and with a movement of her pen tip, a nearly standard ellipse appears on the paper, and a few auxiliary lines are added casually.
Among the thousands of thoughts, the train of thought was sorted out clearly in this way.
Just when she was about to move on to the next question, she suddenly felt a prying intent from not far away. It wasn't dangerous, but definitely unfriendly.
Jiang Fuyue immediately stood up straight, turned around and looked across, only to see the back of a man pushing the door.
In just two seconds, when the door closed, it also blocked her scrutinizing eyes.
Grade office
Jiang Fuyue narrowed her eyes slightly, their color darkened slightly.
…
"Parents of Zhong Ziang?"
"En." The man nodded slightly, his reserved movements brought out his innate nobility.
Thinking of the principal's explanation, Meng Zhijian somewhat guessed that the transfer student had a good background, but now that he saw the demeanor of the parents, he was indeed not an ordinary person.
The smile on his face became more and more polite, but in his heart he complained—
Where is this sending students to him? It's almost the same for the ancestors!
"Hello, I'm the head teacher of Class 7, Grade 2, and my surname is Meng."
"Hello, Teacher Meng."
"May I ask you and Zhong Ziang?"
"I am his uncle."
"Oh, here's the thing..."
The first day Zhong Ziang transferred to another school was quite peaceful. Apart from asking his classmates what he wanted, he would just sleep, or just lie on the table and play with his mobile phone. He didn't cause any trouble.
Entrusted by the principal, Meng Zhijian also greeted all the teachers in each subject, and turned a blind eye to him. If Zhong Ziang was honest, then everything would be fine.
But the next day, this little bastard didn't know which muscle was wrong, and actually went to provoke Yi Ci? !
I don't need to go into details about the details, but the result was that the two of them entered the office together.
Since Xie Dingyuan came late, Yi Ci had already been taken away by his parents, Zhong Ziang was still standing crookedly in the corner, showing no sign of remorse, but his eyes were unruly and calm.
Only when Xie Dingyuan came in did he obediently call out "Uncle".
"Trouble Mr. Meng, I already understand the situation, and I will educate him well when I go back."
"No trouble, no trouble..."
After seeing off the pair of nephews and uncles, Meng Zhijian slumped on his seat and let out a long sigh of relief.
He felt that sooner or later he would be tossed to death by the gangsters of class seven.
Once you catch a rich second generation, the family has either donated a building to the school, or invested money in repairing the cafeteria and library.
Many times, he thought about teaching this group of young masters and young ladies a lesson, so that they could experience the feeling of being beaten by the society, but unfortunately, he could only think about it and never put it into practice.
He is too difficult.
…
Xie Dingyuan walked in front with big strides, Zhong Ziang followed behind listlessly, not daring to speak.
After getting into the car, the two sat down.
"Jiuye?" The driver asked with a dewy look.
"Go back to Yutianhua Mansion."
The engine started, and the car was silent for a while.
Zhong Ziang glanced to the side uneasily, seeing his uncle's stern side face, the anxiety in his heart was infinitely magnified.
Xie Dingyuan is not like Xie Yunzao who grabs his ears and keeps nagging, and can cry a lot while talking; he is not like Zhong Yunyi who directly hits him with a stick and beats him first.
He just ignores you from a distance, and cools you quietly, until you can't hold back yourself, and you are the first to break your psychological defense.
Zhong Ziang gritted his teeth, it was all a routine!
But since he was a child, he has been eaten to death by this kind of routine.
Hold back, you must hold back this time! He cheered secretly.
But Xie Dingyuan really didn't seem to have the intention to speak, he got out of the car, ignored him, entered the villa and went straight up to the second floor.
Didn't come down for dinner.
"Young master, do you want more food?" Mama Liu asked with a smile.
Zhong Ziang pinched the chopsticks, his eyes wandering: "Then what...won't you ask my uncle to eat?"
"Mister said he was busy, don't call him."
"Oh..." Zhong Ziang picked up a piece of ribs, which was tasteless.
"Do you want more food?"
"Don't eat." He put down his chopsticks, got up and left.
If you don't see it, you won't see it. Who can't hide? snort!
Liu Ma smiled and shook her head helplessly. The nephew and uncle started again...
That night.
With a bang, Zhong Ziang smashed the mouse in anger: "Damn!"
Lose again!
"I said, Lin Shumo, do you know how to play?!"
An innocent voice came from the headset: "No way... You guys must drag me in."
Zhong Ziang gritted his teeth angrily: "You said that you have a very smart brain, and you won the first place in the exam and the first place in the competition. How can you become a black hole when you play games?"
"Maybe this is the legend... God opens a door for you, and he will inevitably close a window?"
"Get out!"
"Hey, Angzi, you've got a big temper today, who messed with you?" Another voice came in, with obvious teasing.
Zhong Ziang pulled his hair, tsk, pricked his hands.
"Stop mentioning it, annoying!"
"Yo ho, what's the situation? You've come to Linhuai, the sky is high and the emperor is far away, and no one cares, why are you still bothered?"
Zhong Ziang pursed his lips and hummed twice: "Who says I'm left alone?"
"You said your uncle? He can control you? I don't believe it."
Thinking of Xie Dingyuan's cold and indifferent face, Zhong Ziang became irritable again: "Unlucky, let's do it today, let's go."
"Hey—I'm not done yet..."
The system pops up a message to remind "friend player has gone offline".
"Grass! Lin Shumo, let's continue—"
Another friend went offline.
"..."
The night was getting darker, and everything was silent.
study-
Xie Dingyuan closed the computer and took off his glasses. Concentrating for a long time made his eyes tired.
After resting his eyes for ten minutes, he picked up the water glass and stood up.
Before leaving, he checked the power supply and switches meticulously, finally closed the windows, drew the curtains, and finally locked the study.
Each step is rigorous and orderly, with its own set of rules.
dining room.
Mama Liu has already prepared the meals according to the recipe. From the selection of ingredients to the dosage of condiments in the cooking process, they have been strictly screened and accurately measured.
In order to ensure that the energy obtained by the intake can reach the "optimum value" required by the body, no more, no less.
It's like the "optimal solution" in a math problem.
Precise, perfect.
"Uncle..." It was Zhong Ziang.
Xie Dingyuan put down the used napkin, folded it, and kept it at hand.
Mama Liu knew that this was the signal that the meal was over, so she stepped forward silently and began to clean up.
Xie Dingyuan got up and walked towards the living room, Zhong Ziang lowered his eyes for a moment, then raised his heels.