Transmigrating To Become The Boss’s Little Fairy

Chapter 84

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After coming out of the haunted house, the sky was already very dark.

Qi Ying took Ji Rang to buy a marshmallow, and then pointed to the slowly spinning Ferris wheel not far away: "Is it okay to use it to finish today's itinerary?"

Of course Ji Rang said yes.

There were no queues at this time, and the staff led them in and locked the door. The two sat facing each other, Qi Ying looked out the window, gradually rising off the ground, and the night view was unobstructed.

After rising, the Ferris wheel shook a little, she didn't dare to move, sat back obediently, looked at Ji Rang opposite, and asked softly, "Aren't you happy to have fun today?"

Ji Rang nodded.

She smiled very sweetly and kept paying attention to the window. When the Ferris wheel rose to the highest point, her eyes brightened, turned her head to look at him, and said seriously: "I will accompany you on your birthday every year."

There is a legend that when the Ferris wheel is closest to the sky, the promise made will be fulfilled.

She was waiting for this.

Ji Rang's heart is soft and sweet.

When he was eighteen years old, God sent a little fairy to his side to save him. She is not afraid of his reputation, and does not hate his behavior. No matter how aggressive he is at the beginning, she always runs after him.

Thinking back to the self-harming life of the past years, it suddenly felt like a ridiculous nightmare.

It was she who broke into his dream, with warmth and light, dispelling the haze in the dream and allowing him to see the sun.

And now, he also wants to come out of that dream.

Because his girl lives in the real world.

He had to come out to walk with her for a long time.

From the Ferris wheel, today's date is officially over. Ji Rang sent Qi Ying home first, and made an appointment with her to go to the library to do homework, and then he took a taxi back to where he lived.

When I got home, I saw a pile of gift boxes at the door.

It happens every year. In previous years, he only singled out Ji Qian and Chen Fengzhi, kicked the remaining two feet away, and waited for the cleaners to take them away the next day. Looking at the beautifully packaged boxes this time, his eyes deepened and he hugged them all in.

But without dismantling, he threw his brain on the bed where there was a lot of debris in the guest room and locked the door.

The summer vacation of half a month passed in a flash. Many students didn't even finish their vacation homework, and they were about to start school. But this time is different. Senior three, one of the most important stages in life, officially entered from today.

In the morning, the teachers of various subjects came to collect the homework, and then sent out new papers, seamlessly receiving the new ones, as if they had no vacation at all, and they were still in class yesterday.

In the afternoon, the school arranged a "high school third year mobilization meeting", and all high school third year students have to go to the auditorium to participate.

Representative teachers, school leaders, principals, and teaching directors all took the stage to give speeches, giving this group of senior high school students a lot of blood to encourage their learning and fighting spirit.

Qu Dazhuang yawned in the back, "It seems to be engaged in MLM. Can this work?"

Liu Haiyang said, "Why not? Look at it."

He pointed in the direction of the second class, Qu Dazhuang looked intently, Yue Li was wearing a school uniform, clenching his fists, his face flushed from excitement, his eyes glowing, and he shouted to the dean, "I can! I can do it!"

Qu Dazhuang: "..."

The third semester of high school began so vigorously.

The countdown to the college entrance examination and inspirational banners were posted on the blackboards of each class. The second class was full of connotation, and it was posted "Ten years of sharpening swords for one Bo, and June's test of strength to be true to me".

The ninth class fits the wild class style of their class, and the post is "Improve one point, kill a thousand people."

Liu Yao stood on the podium with emotion, looked at the slogan, touched the countdown calendar, and finally exclaimed: "Classmates! It's the last year, come on!"

Qu Dazhuang was secretly playing on his mobile phone, but when he saw Liu Yao's behavior, he was suddenly moved: "Lao Liu has not been easy in the past few years. With all his energy and the worst class, I feel a little sorry for him."

Liu Haiyang scolded him: "Then you fucking don't put your phone away and read the book?"

Qu Dazhuang: "..." He thought suddenly: "Is Teacher's Day coming soon? This is the last Teacher's Day of high school, should we prepare some gifts for Lao Liu?"

In the past, some classes used class fees to give flowers and pens to teachers on Teacher’s Day. They were all careful, but Class Nine seems to have never done this before.

The bottom-to-last class doesn't even engage in study, how can it be done

Ji Rang was originally doing papers next to him, but when he heard Qu Dazhuang's words, he suddenly raised his head and asked, "What's the teacher's day?"

Qu Dazhuang: "Wow, let me make you not even know this, September 10th! Just next Tuesday."

Ji Rang thoughtfully, glanced at Liu Yao, who was still standing on the podium with emotion, and whispered: "I should give something."

Qu Dazhuang was not eager to learn, but was very enthusiastic about this kind of thing: "Okay! We will go to the squad leader to ask how much the class fee is still there, and give it to Lao Liu!"

Ji Rang kicked his chair: "The whole fart! Put your phone away for Lao Tzu! Read the book! You will be dead if you don't finish writing the math paper you just sent after school today!"

Qu Dazhuang: "?"

"And you guys!" The boss venomously swept a group of bad students in the back row who were not doing their jobs.

Everyone: "..."

You are really wronged if you are not a study committee member.

The class bell rang, and under the icy eyes of the boss, the back row was as quiet as a chicken. The mobile phone did not dare to play, and the sleepy did not dare to call, so he could only concentrate on listening to the class.

When the get out of class was over, the English teacher told the class representative to put away the papers issued yesterday and sent out new papers.

The representative of the English class is a pretty quiet girl who is also the top three in the class. She wears thick glasses and has a lot of stressful pimples on her forehead, which is ordinary and ordinary.

When they received the row against the wall, the same smiling boys at the end of the crane said, "Bring a paper over and copy it to us, I didn't write it."

The English class representative ignored them: "If you don't write it, you have to hand it in. Bring it."

The boy was scornful: "I don't want to befriend him, what can you do to me? Go and sue, ugly."

The class representative almost cried.

Turn around and leave.

As soon as he turned around, he saw Ji Rang coming over, carrying a rolled English book in his hand, his eyes were cold, his face had no expression, but his hand was heavy, he smashed the boy's head with the English book.

The boy was beaten and screamed. He turned his head and saw that it was him. He didn't dare to scream. He held his head and begged for mercy: "Let me let me go! I'm wrong! Don't beat me, just say something!"

It's been a long time since Ji Rang went crazy, and the entire Class 9 was silent, watching the boss teach others.

He had beaten enough, his voice was light and cold: "English paper, find it out, write it now."

The boys are busy looking for papers from the desk, and their wrists are shaking when they are doing the questions with the pen.

Ji Rang turned around and glanced at the classmates, still with a nonchalant expression, as if it was not him who had just beaten people violently, and said calmly: "I hope your total scores will improve at the end of the month. The one with the least promotion..." He paused, and his thin lips made a cool smile: "I will come to you."

Everyone in Class 9: "?!"

Damn you! Why

Toxic!