"What do you know?"
“He was completely lifeless, even the look in his eyes was as dead as a pool of stagnant water.
It seems that he doesn’t care about anything or anyone, not even himself, and has completely shut himself off.”
"But did you see just now that he, who hardly spoke in school, actually spoke to me and even got a little mad at me? What does this mean?"
444 A face full of ashes: What does it mean
"It means I am special. It means he has started to care about me. Look, I got first place in the exam, but he didn't even plan to kidnap me."
If it were that bastard Yu Xiujie, he would have been tied to the frying pan by now.
…... .Host, I really admire you.
There has never been anyone like him who can flatter himself, and there will never be anyone like him, except the host.
"Hmph, just wait and see, he will soon change his attitude towards me."
Su Qiao is very confident in himself.
He threw his schoolbag aside, got on the bus, and went home happily.
*
In the north city, in a villa area near the suburbs.
"Why third? Why not first?"
'Pop'
A well-maintained middle-aged woman in a dark business suit slapped the boy in the face along with the test paper.
The face with delicate makeup now looked distorted and hideous because of anger.
Five red finger marks instantly appeared on the boy's pale face, which showed that the woman did not hold back when she hit him.
The boy stood there like a log, his face expressionless, his head slightly lowered, without any resistance.
A slap in the face was not enough to vent Jiang Meng's anger, nor was it enough to express Jiang Meng's inner anger.
She took a brown whip from the partition between the living room and the kitchen, and with a wave of her hand, she whipped her son Jiang Yihan fiercely: "Kneel down!"
Jiang Yihan seemed to be used to it. Without even raising his head, he knelt on the marble floor with a plop.
"Tell me, what have you been doing lately?"
The boy had a wooden face, like a lifeless puppet, his dark eyes staring at the marble floor, as if he didn't feel the pain in his back.
Jiang Meng hated his lifeless look the most.
She felt that he was silently rebelling against her.
He was so angry that veins bulged on his forehead. He slammed the whip on his back again: "Say it, you! Say it, you!"
"How dare you take back a grade like this? Don't you know how to be shy?"
"I get up early and go to bed late every day, working hard outside, is it just to raise a useless waste like you?"
The woman cursed with a distorted expression while waving the whip in her hand vigorously until she was exhausted and out of breath.
He took a long breath and said, "Tell me, where did that little bastard rank in the exam?"
Jiang Meng threw away the whip in his hand, stepped forward and kicked his lifeless son over: "Tell me, are you mute?"
Jiang Yihan's dark eyes were like a bottomless quagmire, and he sat on the ground expressionlessly: "Second."
"second?"
Jiang Meng was stunned for a moment, and then he was angry again: "Then why are you not second? Why do you have to be suppressed by him?"
"He is the bastard. Don't you feel great being pinned down by a bastard?"
"You useless thing, get out of here and put yourself in solitary confinement in the basement. Don't even think about drinking a sip of water or eating a grain of rice tonight."
Hearing the word "basement", Jiang Yihan's pupils shrank, and his calm eyes finally showed a moment of fluctuation, but soon returned to indifference.