On the clean and tidy desktop, there was a mobile phone next to the pile of analysis reports.
The screen was on, and it stayed on the Moments page. The latest one was posted by Zhong Ziang fifteen minutes ago—
Three pictures, only one protagonist: Jiang Fuyue!
The first picture: She is wearing a school uniform, looking up at the blackboard, with a serious expression and focused eyes.
The second photo: The moment of taking off for a layup was captured. The girl's hair is flying and her youth is infinite.
The last picture: Jiang Fuyue leaning on the railing, her black suspenders set off her slender frame, her white skin, her long legs overlapped casually, at that moment, she was looking sideways to the right, with a long neck and clear clavicle. The setting sun is like fire in the distance, and the sky is full of red clouds.
Accompanying text: [A hundred causes must bear fruit, your retribution is me!]
Xie Dingyuan frowned for N times, and looked away for N+1 times, as if it was something unsightly.
As for the comments below, they are even more smoky, making people not want to take a second look—
[Fuck! This girl is dead! Proper sharp fruit!]
[Future sister-in-law?]
[Ouch, when did it start?]
[Brother Ang! Brother Ang! Seeking introduction!]
[I suspect that you did not go to Linhuai to suffer, but to enjoy all the beauty and happiness.]
[Wherever you go, it's still me, Ang Ge Niu X.]
[…]
[100 points for copywriting, 101 points for photos, giving one more point won't make you proud.]
Xie Dingyuan walked over, picked up the phone, and turned off the screen.
After thinking about it, I unlocked it again, clicked on the comment, and entered a [smiling] expression.
At the same time, in a certain bedroom of the villa.
"Wipe!" Zhong Ziang swiped to this, and was startled, almost rolled off the bed.
Soon, WeChat messages came one after another——
"Brother Ang! Hurry up! Your uncle cheated!"
"Master Jiu is haunted, rattan warning!"
"Ang Zi, your uncle peeps at the screen, hurry up and deal with it!"
"You didn't group when you posted it?"
"I will delete it first as a respect, brother ran away."
"I also deleted it... It was because I didn't deserve to appear in the same comment area as Master Jiu."
The beeping keeps going.
Zhong Ziang was too lazy to look at it, returned to the circle of friends, and scanned the comments below. Those who made a fuss before Xie Dingyuan had already deleted themselves and fled. After Xie Dingyuan, it was even more empty, without even a like, let alone Comment.
Zhong Ziang: "..." Blame me, the grouping was missed.
With a touch of your fingertips, delete the entire article without any hesitation.
When Xie Dingyuan refreshed again and found that the update was no longer available, he put down his phone in satisfaction.
After tidying up the analysis report, locking it in a drawer, and putting the glasses back to their usual fixed position, the man turned off the lights and left.
Under the same night, Jiang Fuyue received a call from Yan Zhenfeng when she was lying on the bed and was about to fall asleep.
"...Zhao Yongtao confessed. In addition to this, there are other violations of discipline and law that will be investigated. If there is no accident, there will be no escape from prison."
"Oh." Jiang Fuyue was very calm, obviously expecting this result long ago.
Yan Zhenfeng didn't dare to underestimate him more and more: "The flight ticket is booked, and the flight information should have been sent to your mobile phone, pay attention to check it. On behalf of all the teachers and students of the summer camp, I look forward to your arrival."
Jiang Fuyue curled her lips: "Then, see you tomorrow."
Seeing that he booked himself a business class, Jiang Fuyue didn't mind showing a bit of a good face.
After all, cannibalism is soft.
Ending the call, she put down the phone.
"Sister, are you leaving?" Brother Jiang's soft and melancholy voice came from the upper bunk.
"Well. Go to the imperial capital."
"Then come back soon, I will miss you."
Jiang Fuyue pursed her lips: "Okay."
The next day, Jiang Fuyue had breakfast, packed the suitcases she had packed two days ago, and headed to the airport.
On the way, she sat in a taxi and practiced German listening for 20 minutes, and finished two sets of IPhO real tests.
Driver: "Girl, the airport is here."
Jiang Fuyue took off the earphones, paid and got out of the car.
When she took out her luggage from the trunk, someone pulled her shoulder violently. Seeing that the satchel was about to fall off, she immediately pulled it back.
She dragged the thief abruptly in front of her, without giving him any extra time to react, Jiang Fuyue kicked the thief on the knee.
Hearing a muffled groan, the man touched the ground with one knee, his expression contorted for a moment due to the severe pain.
"Steal my bag?" She laughed.
"No, no... I accidentally got involved."
Jiang Fuyue gave him a symmetry on the other leg again, but this time she controlled the strength, but it was enough for a man to drink a pot.
"Ask again, did you grab it?"
The man was sweating profusely, gritted his teeth, and jumped out word by word: "Grab it."
It looks a bit tough, but in fact, I have already cried wantonly in my heart: I didn't read the old almanac when I went out, so I met the female Hades! Who said thin and tall girls are the best to grab
Thin, indicating that he has little strength; tall, usually slow, but at this moment he just wants to growl at the person who said this—
Let your mother's dog fart!
"Beauty, I beg you, don't call the police, okay?"
Jiang Fuyue turned a deaf ear to it.
"Grandma, please have pity on me. I really have no choice but to walk on this road. There are old and young, and my wife is still paralyzed in bed. I, I am too difficult!"
At that time, Jiang Fuyue had already picked up the phone: "I want to call the police, there is a pickpocket at Gate 3 of the airport..."
The man actually called the police when he saw that she didn't like her!
Immediately burst into flames, with a fierce look in his eyes, he reached out and took out a fruit knife from his trouser pocket.
Jiang Fuyue calmly ended the call, kicked the knife away from the other party's hand with a backspin, and cut the other party's hands backwards.
"Ah, pain, pain, pain!" The man screamed, tears and snot streaming down his nose.
This movement attracted many people who eat melons to watch. Some people pointed and pointed, and some took out their mobile phones to take pictures and videos.
On the opposite road, in a low-key black Mercedes-Benz, Zhong Ziang witnessed the whole process, and suddenly his scalp tightened.
He suddenly felt that Jiang Fuyue was kind to him.
At this time, a chuckle came from the side, and Zhong Ziang turned to look at his old uncle...