Daiyu: After being reborn, who still wants to be a yandere?

"Uncle Lin, drive inside."

Lin Chenhui also frowned and looked at the muddy floor outside. He was unwilling to go down into this shabby alley.

At the beginning, when the Lin family's business was just starting out, he came to the Ye family every few days to transport herbs. He had walked this alley countless times and was already tired of it.

Moreover, if Bai Fan saw him after getting off the car and asked him to help arrange a school for Daiyu, the thought of spending money to connect with people and get this rebellious girl into school would hurt him more than cutting his own flesh.

Xiao Ran was even more worried. He had been sick before and had come to this place. He took those bitter Chinese medicines every day that made his scalp numb.

Those days were a shame in his life.

The most important thing is that he looked down on Bai Fan and Lin Daiyu from the bottom of his heart. They were a group of country people who lived in this remote place.

Although he was engaged to Lin Daiyu, he tried to delay meeting her as much as possible.

Bai Fan looked towards the door and saw a red car parked in an open space. He nodded at Daiyu:

"Xiaoyu, look at the car at the door, is it the Lin family's?"

Daiyu had seen Lin Chenhui at the school gate today, but she didn't expect Lin Chenhui to come here again. She just turned her head, glanced at him, and nodded.

Bai Fan asked:

"What are they doing here?"

Thinking about how I asked them to help arrange a school for Daiyu yesterday and was rejected, I wonder if they realized that I had been too harsh yesterday.

Bai Fan walked to the door and waved to them, but they had no intention of getting off the car.

Uncle Lin knew Bai Fan, the boss's mother-in-law, but they were not close.

Uncle Lin asked:

"Boss Lin, then...um, should we go down and ask for hello?"

After all, they were just passing by today, and it would be a bit unreasonable for them not to get off the car.

Lin Xi shook her head:

"Dad, we are here today to become Mr. Zheng's apprentice. We can't waste our time on useless socializing."

Bai Fan saw that they hadn't made any movement and their car was still running, so he was hesitating whether to go over and say hello.

All three of them did not want to get out of the car, so they waited until the oncoming vehicle drove away.

Lin Xi breathed a sigh of relief:

"Uncle Lin, hurry up, step on the accelerator."

She was afraid that Bai Fan would come and waste their time.

When we arrived at the Zheng family's old house, it was empty.

"Dad, Mr. Zheng doesn't seem to be at home?"

Lin Chenhui was also a little confused. Principal Zheng said that his father didn't like to go out. It was dinner time, so he should be at home.

"Let's wait and see. He should come home for dinner."

**

On Daiyu's side, after everyone finished their meal.

Mr. Zheng really wants to play a game with Daiyu.

Daiyu looked at the chessboard and said:

"No hurry, Grandpa Zheng, this round isn't over yet, let's finish it first."

He Zimo pouted, unwillingly:

"Sister, I don't want to play chess with him."

In the last round, He Zimo was surrounded on all sides and couldn't escape.

Anyone who has played chess knows that the purpose of playing chess is to get that "checkmate" sound, which can bring the overall sense of satisfaction to the peak.

The same is true for Mr. Zheng.

But he didn't want to continue playing chess with the little baby. He always had the illusion that he was bullying the flowers of the motherland.

Daiyu pointed at the chessboard and said:

"Little fool, playing chess should be done from beginning to end."

He Zimo was not so easily tricked, he held on tightly and refused to give in.

Daiyu looked at the unfinished game and said with a smile:

"Grandpa Zheng, let me finish this game with you on behalf of Little Fool."

He Shuirong also looked at the chess game. The situation had already reached a dead end and there was no possibility of recovery.

Looking at Daiyu, she seemed very interested.

He was quite interested in how Daiyu would finish this game.

Mr. Zheng was not satisfied. He knew Daiyu was a great chess player, but this game was definitely a dead end and there was no chance of recovery. He decided to teach Daiyu a lesson:

"Xiaoyu, let's start a new game. In this stalemate, it would be dishonorable for me to win."

Daiyu smiled at him:

"Grandpa Zheng, until I hear that I've tricked you, everything is possible."

Old Master Zheng almost vomited blood. In addition to strength, playing chess also requires a bit of luck.

Although Daiyu won the game for him yesterday, he squinted his eyes and looked at her:

"Xiaoyu, young people should not speak too confidently."

Daiyu pulled the little fool back to his seat and said sincerely:

"Grandpa Zheng, you and the little fool go down."

He Zimo shook his head like a rattle:

"I won't go down."

Daiyu coaxed and deceived him by saying:

"Then I'll take a step for you, and you go next!"

After saying that, she glanced at the chessboard and moved only one pawn. Then she winked at He Zimo and leaned over to his ear and said two or three words.

He Zimo looked at the chessboard. His confused eyes brightened up after hearing Daiyu's whisper. He pouted and looked at Mr. Zheng opposite him:

"Grandpa Zheng, I formally challenge you."

What chess players lack the most is the desire to win. Mr. Zheng has never encountered a challenge from a child:

"Come on, who are you looking down on?"

After saying this, he moved a chess piece forward.

At this time, Daiyu took out the Arabic numerals she learned today from her schoolbag and planned to review them again.

He Shuirong narrowed his eyes and glanced at the document in her hand, not quite understanding what she was writing.

Perhaps it was because the man's gaze was too scorching, Daiyu felt a wave of heat coming over her head. She looked up at He Shuirong, whose eyes, as clear as a spring, looked over at her:

"what happened?"

He Shuirong pointed at the page in his hand and asked:

"what is this?"

Daiyu replied seriously:

"Hehe, I'm studying mathematics. This is the basic information I copied from Baidu today."

That smug little expression, with a pair of affectionate eyes slightly narrowed, seems to be saying "I'm so smart, come and praise me."

Learn mathematics with Baidu?

He Shuirong obviously had never heard of this operation.

He unlocked his phone and typed a line of words:

【Prepare some math books. 】

When Xie Yun received this message from He Shuirong, he felt somewhat confused and lost.

How many books?

Math book?

He thought about it for a long time but still couldn't figure out which math textbook he wanted.

In the laboratory, Lei Ming stared at the computer screen for a long time, wondering why the professor had not sent him a message today.

The other team members also stared at him:

"Lei Ming, do you think the professor forgot to assign us tasks today?"

Lei Ming shook his head:

"We have all the tasks for this month. Is today the only thing left?"

"But it's already past seven o'clock, and the professor hasn't given any instructions in the group chat. Is there anything wrong with our experimental data over the past few days?"

Lei Ming couldn't find any clue either. After thinking for a long time, he still couldn't figure it out, so he called Xie Yun.

Xie Yun was worrying about which math books to prepare when Lei Ming called him. He was so sleepy that he suddenly felt like falling asleep:

"Lei Ming, are your recent experiments mostly based on mathematical theories?"

Lei Ming was confused when he heard this, but then a sense of learning rushed straight to his head, and he suddenly realized:

"Thank you, Special Assistant. I understand. Thank you!"