I just want to stay at home in peace

Chapter 31 I Refuse

Did things come to light so quickly?
There is no reason, it is unscientific!

I'm clearly pretending so well!
"What are you doing there, kid, you don't want me to go in?" Tang Xiao said with a sullen face.

"Haha, principal, please come in, please come in." Mo Yun turned sideways and invited Tang Xiao in.

"Principal, sit down, I'll make you a cup of tea!" Mo Yun sat Tang Xiao down, turned around and boiled water to make tea.

Regardless of whether it is exposed or not, it is enough to kill him and refuse to admit it.

Be calm, be sure to be calm!

Seeing Mo Yun as if nothing happened, Tang Xiao frowned.

When he first entered the door, he sensed Mo Yun's cultivation. It was the same as a year ago, still in the middle of the third rank, without any growth.

Tang Xiao felt even more guilty.

This kid really wasted a year in vain, that report is not fake at all!
At the age of eighteen or nineteen, time is especially precious, because this is the golden age for practicing martial arts!

Tang Xiao was annoyed.

I blame myself for not paying close attention to him, such a talent was so ruined!
"No, this kid is too bastard!"

"You can do whatever you want because of your talent. It's too messy. If he is the grandson of my Tang, I will definitely break his leg!"

Although they were all responsible, in the end Tang Xiao still felt that the main problem was him.

"Oh, it's my fault too. I didn't see that he was such a person without self-control at the beginning."

"If I had seen his lack of self-control at the beginning, the old man would definitely not approve his request, and even teach him personally, so that he can become a useful person, a pure person, and a real talent!"

Tang Xiao originally thought that for a student who could break through to the third rank of martial arts in high school, his self-control and martial arts will must have reached a terrifying level.

There is no need for anyone to watch, relying on the enthusiasm and desire for martial arts, and will use the efforts beyond ordinary people to practice.

But I didn't expect to see it wrongly. In fact, this kid has no self-control at all. He stays at home all day and indulges in game comics and novels, completely wasting himself.

Tang Xiao wanted to scold someone, even beat him.

But seeing Mo Yun's thin back making tea for him earnestly, his heart softened again.

After all, in his eyes, Mo Yun was just a half-grown child of eighteen or nineteen years old.

It is understandable for a child of this age to make mistakes. As long as he reforms himself, he is still a good child, and there is still time for everything.

"When he comes over, let's talk to him well. If you act too hastily, it may have the opposite effect."

Tang Xiao made up his mind to wait for Mo Yun to come over later. Although he had to educate him well, he had to use the right method.

The most important thing is to lead him back to the right path, to go back to school and practice hard.

With his talent, as long as he returns to the right path and cultivates hard, his cultivation will definitely improve by leaps and bounds, and he will be able to soar into the sky in a short time. After a few years, he will definitely become a legend of Jiangnan Wuda University.

Thinking of this, Tang Xiao's anger subsided a lot, and he began to look at Mo Yun's house.

Glancing around, Tang Xiao's face immediately darkened, his fists clenched tightly, making crackling noises.

"Playthings lose their ambitions!"

Mo Yun, who was waking up from tea, suddenly felt a chill behind him and shivered.

"It's so murderous, did old man Tang really find anything?"

"It may be that there is no direct evidence yet, so I sat there calmly and did not do anything."

"I didn't run away. He came here this time to find evidence."

"Oops, I forgot to dispose of the cloak mask and sunglasses!"

Mo Yun was a little flustered, he forgot to dispose of the crime tool.

But soon, Mo Yun calmed down.

It's impossible to get rid of the cape mask and sunglasses.

There is still great use for keeping this thing, so it is possible to dispose of it?
"What are you afraid of? Just admit it. Back then, the old man beat me up and made me lie in bed for three days and three nights. Now I'm back, it's only right and proper, hmph!"

Thinking of this, Mo Yun gained a lot of confidence. Holding the brewed tea, he walked towards Tang Xiao.

"Come on, Mr. Tang—Principal Tang, please drink tea. This is the Tieguanyin I bought at a certain treasure. It's very fragrant. You can try it!" Mo Yun almost broke his mouth and said with a smirk.

Sitting on the sofa, Tang Xiao looked up at Mo Yun, and was suddenly startled.

Why is this figure so familiar?
Not only the figure, but even the voice is a bit familiar!

A year ago... No, not a year ago, I feel like I saw it recently!

Tang Xiao stared at Mo Yun, frowning into the word Chuan.

He was puzzled, and there were some things he couldn't figure out.

"Principal, what's the matter with you?" Mo Yun didn't blush, his heart didn't beat, and he didn't panic at all. He slowly took out a glass and started pouring tea for Tang Xiao.

Although this Tieguanyin was bought in a certain treasure for 9.9 yuan with free shipping, it still tastes pretty good when soaked, at least it smells good.

It doesn't matter to Mo Yun, the big deal is a showdown, a dead pig is not afraid of boiling water, and I will waste it when things come to an end!
After staring at Mo Yun for a while, Tang Xiao finally denied the sudden absurd idea.

How could it be him!

He is only 19 years old, and he is only the third rank of martial arts!

And it's still an empty realm, an empty third-rank who hasn't practiced in a year!
How could such a person beat Tang Xiao violently?
Thinking of this, Tang Xiao settled down and decided to get down to business first and stop thinking about it.

"Mo Yun, you are already an adult, don't watch cartoons or anything else, cultivation is the most important thing, tomorrow I will talk to—"

Before Tang Xiao could finish speaking, he was interrupted by Mo Yun.

"Principal, that's not a cartoon, it's an anime, do you know what anime means?"

"Eh? Anime? Isn't it just an animation? What's the difference?" Tang Xiao asked in a daze.

"There is still a little difference, let me tell you this, anime——"

Mo Yun blah blah blah blah, blah blah, Tang Xiao was confused, but in the end he still didn't understand.

"Principal, do you understand now?" Mo Yun asked again.

"Well, I understand." Tang Xiao pretended to understand, he didn't want to waste time on this kind of thing, and continued: "Okay, why return to the Lord now—"

However, before he could say a word, Mo Yun interrupted him again.

"It's good if you understand, then I'll continue watching anime, drink your tea slowly, and call me if you want to add water after drinking." Mo Yun planned to slip away.

It seems that Tang Xiao came this time not because he doubted him, but because he had other purposes.

Although there is nothing to be afraid of, if you can not reveal your identity, it is better not to reveal your identity as much as possible. After all, it will bring some troubles more or less.

Moreover, Mo Yun could guess the purpose of Tang Xiao's visit this time.

It was nothing more than persuading him to go to school.

Attend class?

Sorry, as a person bound by the dead house system, how could I go back to class with you!
Mo Yun turned around and left, neatly and without giving any face.

Seeing this scene, Tang Xiao trembled with anger, slapped the table violently, and roared: "Mo Yun, come back to me!"

boom!
The table was almost knocked apart, and the tea was spilled on the floor.

Mo Yun turned around awkwardly, and said with a smile, "What else is there for, Mr. Principal?"

"Tomorrow, no, I will go back to school with the old man now, and the old man will announce to the whole school that he will accept you as a closed disciple and teach him personally!" Tang Xiao said.

"Huh?" Mo Yun was dumbfounded, and then said without hesitation, "I refuse."

　The third update is over, please recommend!
　　The author Jun still overestimated his hand speed. Although he started writing very early, he still wrote to this point...

　　


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