The daughter is reborn: the abstinent boss pampers her and becomes addicted to her

She quickly picked it up, went into the bathroom and closed the door.

Xu Jiaqi glanced at the closed bathroom door, thoughtfully.

She just saw Jiang Siyu's mobile phone screen, which showed the interface of the school forum.

Thinking of Jiang Siyu's panic, Xu Jiaqi seemed to know who posted those discordant comments.

Le Shanshan was busy at the research center for the whole morning.

When she went out for lunch and turned on her phone, she saw the message Deng Yuanyuan sent her.

When Le Shanshan saw someone saying bad things about An Yu, she instantly felt like she was injected with chicken blood.

Click on that person's avatar and prepare to fight for eight hundred rounds.

It turned out that this account had been cancelled.

Le Shanshan asked Deng Yuanyuan:

【Account blocked? 】

Deng Yuanyuan sent a hilarious emoji:

[No, I cancelled my account because I was scolded by everyone. ]

[However, this account does not have a real name, otherwise someone would have found out who it is. ]

Jiang Siyu had already pulled out the SIM card and flushed it into the toilet.

My mood, which had just calmed down for less than a few minutes, began to become uneasy again.

I heard that everything is recorded on the Internet now, and if you really want to check, you will still find it in her hands.

Jiang Siyu thought about it and decided to ask a friend who was good at computer technology whether she could be located based on the SIM card.

The reply I got was that if she was not using wifi and her number was not real-name registered, it would generally be difficult to locate her.

Jiang Siyu finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Fortunately, she hadn't had time to connect to the dormitory's WiFi.

The fear of being threatened by An Yu with a pen yesterday is still vivid in my mind.

If An Yu knew that the person who scolded her was her roommate, Jiang Siyu was really afraid that she would have a hard time in the future.

Thinking of this, she called her father.

"Dad, I want to move out of school."

Living in the dormitory, she was always afraid that the messages on her mobile phone would be seen by others.

Living off campus, she had plenty of time and energy to think about how to take revenge on An Yu without fear of being discovered.

The next morning was the first day of the university’s military training.

Some of the instructors were invited from military academies, and some were students selected from the school.

Qian Zupeng stood under a tree smoking, looking at the group of students in front of him with an obscure look in his eyes.

An Yu sat among a group of classmates, with most of his body blocked.

But Qian Zupeng still found her location at a glance.

The girl in camouflage uniform had a completely different temperament from what I saw yesterday.

With a calm expression and resolute and calm eyes, she was clearly just sitting there quietly, but she gave people the illusion that she was looking down on everyone.

The slender body seems to contain a power that cannot be ignored.

After the head teacher's assistant counted the number of students, he came over to hand over the work to Qian Zupeng.

"Instructor, everyone is here. I'll leave it to you now."

Qian Zupeng nodded, put out the cigarette butt and threw it into the trash can next to him.

After a 5-minute ice-breaking entrance, we began practicing basic formation movements.

The standing posture of a small number of freshmen was not standard, so Qian Zupeng adjusted them one by one.

He thought that this would allow him to get in touch with An Yu.

After several drills, he found that compared to the other students' conventional standing posture, An Yu's posture was more like that of a seasoned soldier.

It perfectly interprets "stand like a pine, sit like a bell, walk like the wind."

The standard was so high that Qian Zupeng could feel a sense of oppression whenever he walked past her.

I can't find any opportunity to guide others at all.

Qian Zupeng looked in the direction of An Yu with a complicated expression and felt itchy.

"Third person from the left in the fourth row, step out!"

An Yu looked straight ahead and marched out with standard military steps.

The next second, a scream was heard.

Dozens of eyes immediately turned to the source of the sound.

Lu Zhiyong curled up on the ground hugging his legs and howled, "It hurts, it hurts so much!"

Qian Zupeng walked over slowly and glanced at the person on the ground, as if he saw through everything.

He turned to look at An Yu, "What's going on?!"

An Yu paused, her eyes suddenly turned cold, the coldness and irresistible aura emanating from her made people feel terrified.

Before An Yu could speak, the boy next to Lu Zhiyong stood up.

"Instructor, I saw that it was Lu Zhiyong who stretched out his legs to attack An Yu, and was tripped by An Yu."

The students in the first three rows had their backs to the fourth row and could not see what was happening behind them.

After listening to this classmate's explanation, I found it unbelievable.

Lu Zhiyong wanted to stretch his legs to trip An Yu, but An Yu was fine. Why is Lu Zhiyong here howling like a ghost?

It is more credible to say that Lu Zhiyong fell by himself than to say that Lu Zhiyong was tripped by An Yu.

How much force would it take to make him feel so painful?

An Yu doesn't look like someone with such great strength.

"I couldn't see it from the front, but I'm going to reconstruct it briefly. It's possible that someone stepped on me hard, that is..." The student who was speaking squatted down, stretched out his right leg forward, and patted his knee. "When An Yu came over, he stomped hard here."

In this case, there is a real possibility of getting stepped on.

"Do you think Lu Zhiyong is stupid or do you think everyone around him is blind, stretching out his legs and letting her stomp on them?"

"I just said that this is the only possible way to get stepped on. I didn't say that this was the case for them."

So the conclusion is, either Lu Zhiyong was pretending, or Lu Zhiyong himself had a leg injury.

Anyway, no one guessed that An Yu was the one who hurt people.

The classmates next to Lu Zhiyong agreed with this.

After all, they saw it. Lu Zhiyong just stretched his legs, but An Yu didn't make any big movements from beginning to end. She just walked out normally.

They only saw Lu Zhiyong stretch his legs and then fall to the ground.

Qian Zupeng asked An Yu: "Tell me, what happened just now?"

An Yu frowned and sneered, pointing her chin at the boy who had just spoken for her:

"Hasn't he already said that?"

"If you don't believe it, the other people around you are not blind either."

Upon hearing this, several other classmates who were standing next to Lu Zhiyong and saw what happened came out to testify.

The words were almost the same as what the original classmate said.

At this point, the truth is about to come out.

Qian Zupeng squatted down and asked Lu Zhiyong, "Can you still get up?"

"Broken, broken, my leg is broken," Lu Zhiyong pointed at An Yu and shouted, "Instructor, I want to call the police. She broke my leg. I'm calling the police."

Qian Zupeng looked slightly gloomy.

The police were called on the first day of military training. If the news got out, it would not be a good thing for either him or the school.

"Let me ask you, were you the one who plotted against her first?"

Lu Zhiyong relied on the fact that his leg was indeed broken and was not afraid of confronting An Yu at all.

"I was just joking with her, but she took it seriously! She even broke my leg!"

Yang Liu rolled her eyes and stood in front. She looked at Lu Zhiyong with contempt:

"So you admit that you just plotted against An Yu, right?"