Cannon Fodder Through Books

Chapter 141 Just kidding with you

There are 10 minutes left before school ends.

This is a self-study class, and Su Qing is preparing the lesson on the podium.

In the silent classroom, everyone is buried in their own things.

Only the clock hanging on the back wall, the second hand was ticking non-stop, hitting the eardrums of the people in the back seat.

The subtle movements gradually magnified, like hammers and drums.

Nangong Yi's hand slowly moved over the edge of a stack of books, and finally landed on the table.

Beautiful eyebrows, pressed down, cast a half-elliptical haze.

Wait, another 10 minutes.

No, this time is too long.

A bit of irritability in my heart is ready to come out.

Without further hesitation, he hooked the handle on the schoolbag, pulled it, and left directly through the back door.

The door creaked, attracting the attention of those around.

But he could only glimpse the back of a corner, and soon disappeared.

After a moment of silence, he shifted his gaze towards the podium.

Be good, today's classmate Nangong Yi seems to be a little bloody.

How dare you sneak away in front of the head teacher without saying hello?
Su Qing stopped writing, thought for a moment, and then said: "About today's cheating on the physics exam, you all know about it. I will notify the person who should be punished. I also hope that such things will not happen in the future." It will happen again in the class, so as not to hurt the harmony among the classmates."

Everyone understood in seconds, bowed their heads and began to practice obediently.

I almost forgot that classmate Nangong Yi was wronged today, so it is normal to be angry.

I just don't know why that classmate Gu Mianmian would do such a thing. Obviously, classmate Nangong Yi never provoked her, and even gave her a piece of cake when school started.

Alas, it is true that people's hearts are separated from the belly, and women's hearts are needles in the bottom of the sea.

They both sighed in unison.

The tip of Su Qing's pen paused, and the corners of her lips were slightly raised.

Although these children have long been infected by the stench of copper, no matter what, they are still innocent and easy to fool at this age.

If they knew Nangong Yi's true face, their souls would probably be scared away.

But Nangong Yi.
What exactly did he go through in his last life to do so many outrageous things?
Obviously in the previous two lives, he was just a simple child.

Su Qingshang still remembered how the real Xi Xiao praised this child.

She said that he is very obedient and smart. Although he doesn't like to talk, he treats her very well. Every time he goes to tutor him, he will secretly leave some delicious food for her.

She also said that the child Nangong Yi has never been valued by the family, so it is not easy to save some food.

Could it be that not being valued by the family is the source of his deterioration?

Su Qing closed the lesson plan, leaned her chin to her upper arm, and gently lowered the corners of her eyes like a dandelion, clean like a banished fairy, ethereal and untainted.

Under the podium, the girl whimpered and clenched her hands excitedly, like twitching chicken feet.

what!Such a mature teacher!It is simply an aesthetic crit!
If they could, they really wish they could take out their mobile phones to take sneak shots now!
Hey, their mobile phones are still working!
There are only hundreds of photos of the Nangong brothers in it!
A few hundred more of Mr. Su's are also completely OK!

At the school gate, separated by a flower bed, there was a slightly hunchbacked man, smoking heavily.

He changed his standing posture from time to time, as if he was trying to ease the discomfort in his lower body.

The soot fell to the ground abruptly at several points.

He looked down, then stretched out his feet, wiped them all away with the soles of his shoes, and merged with the ground.

Then he shook his cigarette, still wanting to smoke.

Suddenly something hit his chest, and there was a muffled sound from his bones.

"Uncle Quan, let's go." The boy's voice was stiff.

Zhao Quan hurriedly threw the cigarette butt into the flower bed and caught the schoolbag: "Okay, Second Young Master."

When the car started, he licked his lower lip, and bowed his knees: "Second young master is the spare key given to me by Mrs. Nangong before, and I accidentally lost it some time ago, so second young master, can you give me your master key?" The key, lend me a copy later, okay?"

Nangong Yi leaned back, eyes drooping, ignored him, seemed to be asleep.

Zhao Quan twitched his nostrils, a trace of resentment flashed in his eyes, then he grabbed the steering wheel and stepped on the accelerator little by little.

The speed of the car increased slowly, the scenery by the window passed by, and the wind leaked through a little gap and began to whistle slowly.

The young man in the back seat suddenly opened his eyes, with murderous intent rising in his pupils, but his tone remained normal.

"what are you doing?"

Zhao Quan was ruthless, and continued to change into a high-end: "Second Young Master, I just want to get the key to your room."

Hearing this, Nangong Yi's eyebrows surged with more hostility, but it disappeared in an instant, she just held the handle next to the car window, stabilized her body, and whispered: "Uncle Quan, your car is going a bit fast. "

"Second Young Master!" The man raised his voice and ran away in despair, "You clearly know how good I have been to you for so many years! In this Nangong family, no one cares about you except me! If it weren't for me going in every day to deliver meals to you , it is impossible for you to live well until now!"

As his voice settled down, the speed of the car also exceeded the speed range allowed in the urban area.

The sound of the wind began to beat against the car body, becoming more and more piercing.

Nangong Yi tensed her five fingers, her face became gloomy.

The scene of several car accidents reappeared, everything was broken, the metal was scratched and torn, and the blood buried his small world.

In the third life, it was only after he broke his leg that he fully regained consciousness.

Because of this, the hatred came fiercely. After accumulating strength in secret, he quickly retaliated back without giving anyone a chance to breathe.

But in this life, since he was born, he regained consciousness, and only then did he manage to keep his legs.

"Zhao Quan," Nangong Yi called him by his first name, his eyelashes covered his eyes scarlet, "If I remember correctly, there is an old mother in your hometown."

The man was shaken by the second young master's words, his back froze instantly, and the soles of his feet couldn't help but relax a little.

How come, how come? !

The second young master usually lives in seclusion, so how could he know this information about him?

Could it be, could it be that he had already secretly noted down his tricks? !

Thinking about it carefully, Zhao Quan's palms were sweaty, and he almost couldn't hold the steering wheel.

"Don't you want to know who is taking care of your old mother?" The young man raised his eyes to the front-view mirror, and said slowly, "You don't go back to your hometown once every year, and you can really be sure. Is it your mother who you called?"

Zhao Quan's tongue knotted: "Second, Second Young Master, what do you mean?"

"What do I mean?" Nangong Yi was still playing charades, "It means literally."

The tires suddenly rubbed against the ground violently, the body rushed forward and stopped along the side of the road.

The man in the driver's seat leaned over the steering wheel, panting heavily, as if his heart couldn't bear the load.

After a while, the boy knocked on the window, and said in a neutral tone, "Don't be so excited, Uncle Quan, I was just joking with you."

"Second Young Master, you can't make a joke about it." The man straightened up and forced a smile with difficulty.

Nangong Yi bent her eyes, touched her arms, and looked a little scared, "Then who is today's Uncle Quan, it's so wrong. I naturally remember how good Uncle Quan was to me, but I'm grown up now , you don’t need to worry about me anymore.”

Zhao Quan understood that the second young master didn't want to give him the key again.

Even though he was still unwilling, he still had lingering fears in his heart, and seeing that the second young master seemed to be really frightened, he had no choice but to give up this idea first, and started the car again.

Nangong Yi's fingertips began to move rhythmically along the window.

The length of time is short, and the pause changes.

As a driver with only junior high school education, Zhao Quan didn't notice any signal.

What he didn't know was that it was actually a Morse code.

The final result is——

Kill, its, mother.

In fact, Zhao Quan's old mother was controlled by the people sent by Nangong Yi as early as five years ago, and in the past few years, her words and deeds have been involuntary.

Originally, Nangong Yi also wanted to spend time with Zhao Quan, at least the pain of losing his mother, he also wanted to press it to the end, so as to give Zhao Quan a fatal blow.

But now, he was upset, so he decided to put this step on the agenda first.

I can't help but sigh.

It's really his fault that he was too well prepared in his own life. The plan that originally intended to torture some people for a long time ended earlier than in the previous life.

This doesn't seem very good, but I can't find a better one.

Suddenly thought of Su Qing.

Maybe, in a few lives, he will be like that person, seeing through everything.

But that's all just an afterthought.

In this life, even if everything would end early, he would never tire of taking revenge if he changed the way of playing.

This is Nangong Yi's unique madness.

This word and "crazy devil" are nothing but the same approach but the same effect, a difference in thought.

No one could bring it back, but now, there is an extra girl standing between the two, talking and laughing at Yan Yan, and invisibly grabbing his rope that might be unleashed at any time.

Xi Xiao Xiao Xiao
Redundant words always make people feel more intimate when read.

When Nangong Yi thought of this word, the car also stopped at the entrance of the villa.

He got out of the car, exerted more force, and the door slammed.

Then a group of servants came up to welcome them, but after seeing the person coming, they smiled awkwardly: "Second Young Master, you are the one who has returned."

Normally, the Second Young Master would come in silently, so they only thought that the person who came would be Patriarch Nangong.

"Is there a visitor at home?" Nangong Yi rarely took the initiative to communicate with them.

The servants were stunned for a long time, and finally nodded: "It's Miss Beichen."

What Xiao Qing said was true.

He thought about it, and immediately entered the hall, regardless of whether there was someone sitting on the sofa next to him, or whether he saw who it was from the corner of his eye but didn't care, in short, he went straight up the spiral staircase.

I wanted to go to Xi Xiao's bedroom on the third floor, but when I heard the sound of a hair dryer coming from my own bedroom, my steps stopped abruptly.

(End of this chapter)