The little mute's life was stolen, and the wealthy boss comes to spoil him

It was the first time for Tang Wan to see such a college in real life.

In the past, when I saw schools like this, I would only peek at a corner of them in books.

Now that I see it with my own eyes, I feel that it is not as beautiful as Lingyun Academy.

Just superficial words cannot describe the difference between them. If I had to make it clear, it is probably because there are more traces of time in Lingyun Academy.

The school looks new.

New in various senses, like "getting rich" without any foundation, or like sea robbers, an empire on which the sun never sets.

Anyway, in this school, Tang Wan even saw some nondescript cultural relics belonging to the Eastern countries.

Tang Wan stopped and looked at the treasures squeezed in the same display window, losing the smile on his face.

The classmate who led Tang Wan on the other hand enthusiastically introduced what Tang Wan was seeing in the local language.

For the first time, Tang Wan felt that human voices were so noisy.

Her Spanish was not good, so she could only watch the foreign classmate dancing in front of her and guess what he meant.

Xiao Heqing on the side seemed to understand Tang Wan's confusion, and took the initiative to walk to Tang Wan's side and help Tang Wan translate at the same time.

"They bought this cultural relic at a high price and kept it in the school as a treasure."

"Although I don't know what the price of these things is, but putting them here makes the academy look much more powerful."

"Ah, I heard that this is something from your country? But it's a pity that Orientals can't enter our auction house."

"Hahaha, who told you that your country had a person who shouted at the price but refused to pay? He really has no quality!"

Xiao Heqing spoke very quickly, his brows furrowed slightly, and he was obviously a little unhappy.

Tang Wan didn't care so much. She was a child anyway. She didn't want Xiao Heqing to be sixteen years old and she needed to think more about things.

The identity of a child is a natural protective color.

Tang Wan walked to the teachers and saw that they did not stop the student who was talking nonsense, so he knew that these teachers wanted to give him and Xiao Heqing a blow.

Tang Wan narrowed his eyelids slightly, raised the tablet in his hand, and wrote on it in Mandarin.

[But only unqualified people will steal other people’s things]

[Oh, that’s not called lack of quality, that’s called a robber]

Tang Wan is only six years old. If she writes such words, most people will only think that she is being straightforward.

The teachers had some uncomfortable expressions on their faces, and even the classmate who was introducing the topic with great interest turned his head, looked at the words on Tang Wan's tablet, and tilted his head in confusion.

Just like Tang Wan couldn't understand Spanish, he couldn't understand these square languages ​​either.

It was the translator beside him who said: "Master, she is calling you a robber."

The boy's expression suddenly changed. Just as he was about to say something, he saw Tang Wan writing on his tablet again.

[But this sentence may be a bit heavy for you]

[After all, with only a few hundred years of history, how do you know the weight of these representative histories?]

[So you don’t understand its value, we all understand]

[It’s just a pity that it is so beautiful, but it is desecrated by people who don’t understand it]

Seeing so many words, the young man tugged on the sleeve of the translator beside him irritably, and asked in Spanish: "What is she writing?"

How could the translator dare to translate it literally? He could only turn his head to one side and pretend that he didn't see anything.

At this moment, a slightly familiar voice came from behind Tang Wan, interrupting the secret thoughts of everyone present.

"She said, you don't understand how precious these things are."

"Calling you shallow."

This was a childish Spanish sentence. Tang Wan turned his head subconsciously and saw the little boy who looked like a young wolf.

Perhaps it is no longer accurate to say that he is a little boy.

Compared to before, Frank now looks more like a teenager.

Even the baby fat on his face has quietly disappeared in these days, becoming somewhat angular, like a wolf king who is about to become an adult.

The fragmentary white hair covers the blue eyes, looking particularly wild.

He came to Tang Wan's side in a familiar manner, but stayed at a safe distance. He looked at Tang Wan's bright eyes, an innocent smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, and spoke in unskilled Mandarin.

"Okay, long time no see."

Behind Tang Wan's invisible side, the classmates who had followed Foer suddenly stopped in their tracks, opened their eyes wide, and looked at Foer in disbelief.

Is this still the little bully Foer?

With such a well-behaved look, he must have been caught by something dirty, right?

However, Foer turned around, the smile on his lips had not dissipated, but the unprecedented pressure in his blue eyes silenced the students present.

Even if he saw something strange about Foer, he couldn't say anything about it.

No one wants to become the next "Oriental doll".

Tang Wan nodded to Frank, raised the tablet in his hand, and read on it.

【Long time no see, Frank】

The teachers watched the interaction between Tang Wan and Foer, looked at each other, and guessed Tang Wan's identity.

Although they didn't know why this "little devil" suddenly pretended to be good, it didn't stop them from seeing the warning in Foer's eyes.

Probably as long as this oriental girl named "Tang Wan" is around, Foer's name can only be "Frank".

And the respect for Tang Wan also increased a little with Foer's attitude.

Foer nodded to Tang Wan, and his voice even had a sweet feeling, as if it was pinched: "Tang, do you want to meet Chris?"

Tang Wan thought about Chris who was sending him a message yesterday, thought about it for a while, and then wrote it down.

[Yes, but now I need to visit the campus first]

[Chris and I made an agreement yesterday]

As she wrote this, Tang Wan tilted her head like a kitten, and the hat on her head swayed with her movements, like the most beautiful flower in spring.

Soft and bright.

[Didn’t Chris tell you? 】

Tang Wan felt a little strange.

She clearly remembered that Chris and Frank were good friends, so why didn't they communicate with each other now?

In the dating world of Tangwan, there was no such thing as good friends falling out, so she didn't quite understand the situation at hand.

When Frank saw what Tang Wan had written, he lowered his eyelids slightly, looking very pitiful and even a little lost.

After a while, he said in a sweet voice: "Maybe, during this period, he, he is angry with me."

The children present knew what a cruel and cruel child Foer was.

At an age when other children couldn't control their emotions, he could press the trigger without changing his mind and shoot the traitor without any expression.

And such a devil actually pretends to be pitiful in front of this oriental child!

How shameless!