Crime Hunt Files: Bloody Angel

"what happened?"

Wang Xingyi came back to his senses and saw Bai Jianan looking at him strangely.

"No, it's nothing."

"Nothing. Why are you staring at the lunch box in a daze? Tell me, what happened to you in the orphanage?"

Wang Xingyi was stunned for a moment, and suddenly looked panicked.

"It's just an event, what could happen?"

After saying this, he turned around and hurried towards the door.

When he opened the car door, his father was already sitting in the driver's seat waiting for Bai Jianan.

"What's going on? Where's the young master?"

Wang Xingyi looked up and saw in the rearview mirror that his father's face did not look very good.

"behind."

"Didn't I tell you that you should stand at the elevator entrance every morning and wait for the young master to set off together? Why don't you do as I say?"

"I waited."

"Waited? Since you're waiting, where's the young master?"

The words came back again.

Wang Xingyi looked down at the lunch box in his hand without saying a word.

He didn't want to defend himself, and he didn't want to bother to find excuses for his father. Anyway, the most important people in his heart would always be the Bai family, not his own flesh and blood.

Now, he just hoped that Bai Jianan could open the right door as soon as possible.

Because as long as he sat down, his father would greet him kindly and with a smile.

Click, a gentle breeze blew into the car.

He turned his head and saw Bai Jian approaching him and asked, "Are you going to leave school early today?"

"School is over early?" Wang Xingyi blinked and asked suspiciously, "Is today a special day?"

"Didn't they say that most of the elementary schools in the city will be occupied by adult exams? Today is Friday, and the teachers will arrange for students to clean up and set up the tables and chairs in the afternoon. Don't you need it?"

Wang Xingyi suddenly realized: "...It seems that this is the case."

Ever since he came back from the orphanage that day, he would think of the frail Han Feng from time to time.

I wanted to ask if his illness had gotten better;

I wonder if he goes to school on time.

However, he didn't have a cell phone and they had no way to contact each other.

Although Mr. Liang organized them to write letters to their chosen friends during self-study class the next day after they came back, he still didn't know how long it would take to hear from Han Feng after sending, receiving, replying, sending, receiving... a tedious process of back and forth.

so troublesome!

If he were an adult now and had a driver's license, he could travel around the world freely.

"In that case, it looks like the after-school thing is done."

Wang Xingyi looked at Bai Ji'an in confusion: "What's the matter? Do we have an appointment after school?"

"You forgot again?" Bai Ji'an was puzzled. "What's wrong with you lately? You seem absent-minded."

Wang Xingyi looked up at his father's sharp gaze. As expected, his father was looking at him through the rearview mirror.

“Maybe I didn’t sleep well!”

"I really can't help it. I will patiently remind you one last time. The US Open champion will be at your tennis class tonight. Didn't you say last time that you admired him and wanted to meet him in person? It just so happens that there is an opportunity."

"Master."

Bai Ji'an raised his eyes: "What's wrong, Uncle Wang?"

"It's like this. The membership level of the tennis club that you and Master Nie signed up for is very strict. With Xingyi's status, I'm afraid you are not qualified to go there."

Bai Jianan glanced at Wang Xingyi who lowered his eyes and asked Uncle Wang: "What kind of people are qualified to go?"

"Of course I am a member."

"I understand." Bai Jianan took out his cell phone.

After a while, the call was connected.

He deliberately turned on the speakerphone and asked, "Mom, I want Xingyi to go to tennis class with me, but he doesn't have a membership so he can't get in. Can you sign him up?"

Hearing this, Uncle Wang was shocked.

He glanced at Bai Jianan uneasily, wishing he could pull over immediately and explain the whole thing to his husband and wife.

"Are you talking about Xiao Xingyi?" Bai's mother's voice was light.

"Yes."

"Of course, babe."

"You better hurry up, we have to go tonight."

"Okay, Mom will do it right away. You have to study hard and listen to your teacher!"

After hanging up the phone, Bai Ji'an looked up at Uncle Wang, whose face was pale, and said, "Uncle Wang, you don't have to be afraid. My parents are not petty people. It's just a tennis lesson. They won't think too much about it."

"But... Master, how can I accept this? Xingyi himself didn't grow up with a silver spoon in his mouth, how can he get close to a place that doesn't belong to him."

"Really? If that's the case, he shouldn't take my ride to school every day, but take the bus or subway instead."

"Bai Ji'an." Wang Xingyi secretly hit his thigh and said in a very small voice: "Do you want him to drive me out?"

Bai Ji'an smiled slightly and mouthed, "Don't worry, he won't dare to chase you away with me here."

Things really developed as Bai Jian'an said.

After Bai Jianan got off the car, his father just seriously told him what to do and what not to do in the evening.

Don't just focus on your own happiness, pay more attention to the expressions of people around you.

Especially since the US Open champion will be here today, only the highest level members can enter the inner court.

Everyone is like the Bai family, a well-known figure in Yue'an City. Don't cause trouble for Bai Jian'an.

After all this chatter, the fifteen-minute drive seemed like a year or two.

After getting off the car at the designated location, Wang Xingyi closed the door and walked silently towards the school gate one kilometer away.

Perhaps because there were only half-day classes today, the noise of people whispering could be heard in the classroom before the fourth class in the morning was over.

The music teacher had no choice but to close the textbooks and play pop music to kill time.

As soon as the music started, everyone relaxed and the whispers seemed to be turned up by an invisible hand in an instant, becoming more and more lawless.

The music teacher immediately paused the music and said angrily, "If you don't keep quiet, I'll call your head teacher back!"

After hearing the head teacher's words, the naughty kids who were still arrogant a second ago immediately fell silent.

Seeing that they all sat upright, the music teacher sighed and pressed the play button again.

With ten minutes left before the end of get out of class, the music teacher on the podium kept looking at his watch, seeming to be more anxious than the children below the stage who were eager for half a day's class.

Suddenly, the classroom door opened.

When the music teacher saw Teacher Liang’s face, he felt relieved.

After the teacher left, Teacher Liang stood on the podium and counted how many students wanted to stay in the class for dinner.

If more than half of the people are present, moving the tables and chairs can be done after lunch break. If less than half of the people are present, move the tables and chairs now.

I just want to escape from school and embrace freedom.

In the end, there were only fifteen people in the class. They didn't go out to play, and no one at home prepared meals for them.

Thanks to Mr. Liang’s wise move, all students in Class 3 of Grade 4 were able to leave school before the end of lunch break.

Wang Xingyi grabbed his schoolbag and rushed to the agreed location, but as soon as he stepped out of the school gate, a champagne-colored Aston Martin flashed to his side from behind.

The rear window rolled down and Bai Ji'an gave him a graceful hook.