Jiangbeiyuan dragged him away without saying a word.
Jiang Beiyuan, who is walking in front, is 188, and Jiang Beize, who is walking behind, is only 170. The disparity in height has caused an absolute crushing in temperament.
Jiang Beize's wrist was painfully pinched by Jiang Beiyuan, and he gritted his teeth and did not dare to say a word.
It wasn't until they reached the deserted playground that Jiang Beiyuan impatiently let go of him. Only then did Jiang Beize rub his already red and swollen wrists.
"Second brother, I-"
"Snapped!"
All the rest of the words were lost in the crisp slap.
There was silence.
The wind in the evening was slightly cool, and the sun had not completely set. The orange-red light and shadow shone obliquely, lengthening two shadows. One was reflected on the wall, and the other was dragged on the ground, unable to move.
Time and the wind stood still.
Jiang Beize raised his hand and touched his swollen face. The broken bangs on his forehead blocked his drooping eyes.
Jiang Beiyuan stood with his hands behind his back, his long eyebrows furrowed, his temperament was awe-inspiring, and he carried an air of seriousness and coldness that was not angry and self-respecting, but it was not cold at high places.
"So far, I have only beaten you twice. I said to myself, what did I say to you last time at the school gate?"
Jiang Beize lowered his eyebrows and spoke in a dull voice...
"No matter which school you go to, you must have an open mind when studying. People who are high-profile, calculating, and troublemakers will never have a great future."
"Very good, I remember it very clearly."
Jiang Beiyuan lowered his eyes and looked at him, his eyes cold and distant, as if he was reprimanding his subordinates.
"Tell yourself what you did wrong."
“…”
Jiang Beize pursed his lips hard, his face full of grievances.
"… have no idea."
"Don't know? Well, I'll tell you."
Jiang Beiyuan twitched his thin lips.
"First, you were rude and broke into my and your sister-in-law's room without authorization. You wanted to show your diligence, but you ended up being self-defeating. This is a plan."
"Second, you use politeness and this unique face to build a good relationship with the classmates, so that the boys and girls in the class, and even the boys and girls in the school, will look up to you and obey your orders. This is high-profile."
"Third, you calmly provoked trouble and then retreated, allowing the group of classmates who were obsessed with you to fight over you, and even triggered internal strife. This is making trouble."
"fourth."
Jiang Beiyuan paused and narrowed his eyes slightly. His deep eyes were filled with an unpredictable light, but his expression dropped heavily.
"You returned to the Jiang family when you were five years old. The Jiang family has raised you for eleven years. You have read the Four Books and Five Classics about The Doctrine of the Mean at least a hundred times, just to see you doing these tricks in school?"
“…”
Jiang Beize's head lowered lower and lower... He pursed his lips tightly and said nothing.
Yes.
What Jiang Beiyuan said is absolutely correct.
He couldn't hide anything from Jiang Beiyuan's eyes.
There have been cases like this in foreign schools before, and every time he escaped without incident, because afterwards a group of idiots would rush to take the blame for him, and he didn't need to worry about anything.
This is also the case now. Facts have proved that as long as you have a handsome face, the situation will be the same wherever you go.
He knows exactly what to say and what to do to make people happy.
He also knows that he can use people's hearts to his advantage if he wants to.
For more than ten years in the Jiang family, he watched, listened, and studied quietly. He learned not only etiquette and knowledge, but also the principles of life.
"Bring me the notebook."
Jiang Beiyuan's words suddenly brought Jiang Beize back to his thoughts.
(End of chapter)