The domineering husband and wife of the cruel school god

On the way back, Wu Jing did not forget to educate Wu Pei, "You can't bend your elbows, you know? What are you talking about with your big brother, your brother and I have no image at all."

He bit the word "big brother" very hard, a little sour.

Wu Pei has only known someone for a while now, and she is so affectionate, who is the real brother?

After being sour for a few minutes, Wu Jing tortured Wu Pei: "Why are you calling him Big Brother? He is Big Brother, what about me?"

Wu Pei glanced at him, expressing disdain for his naive questioning.

Wu Jing threatened: "Wu Peipei, to be honest, where did he grow up?"

Call him big brother, am I a generation shorter for nothing?

Wu Pei finally snorted: "Everywhere is older than you! Wu Jing is childish, even more childish than us primary school students."

Wu Jing: "..."

Wu Jing didn't have time to appreciate if there was any ambiguity in Wu Pei's words, so she heard Wu Pei change her tone and said softly: "Then next time, will you take me to the big brother's house to play? Take me Well!"

Wu Jing almost turned into a lemon essence, rolled his eyes and said, "No!"

If you go there once, you dare to step on your own brother blatantly, but if you go twice?

Wu Pei put away her flattering expression again, and said with disgust: "The same is the elder brother, you are like this, the elder brother is much better than you! No wonder Uncle Chen said that the elder brother and his fiancee have a very good relationship, how about you? Hmph .”

Wu Jing froze, and said, "What fiancée?"

Wu Pei made up her mind to push it to the end, and she kept talking non-stop: "Uncle Chen said, big brother has a fiancée, and he also said that he saw that big brother and his future partner get along very well. I feel very happy..."

Wu Jing listened, stayed for a while, didn't answer a word for a long time, always felt a little depressed.

In fact, it was not the first time he had heard about Yan Xinguang's fiancée, but for some reason, he was particularly depressed today.He didn't speak any more, took out his phone and played for a while.

After thinking about it for a long time, he still sent Yan Xinguang a wechat message with ulterior motives.

[Wu Jing]: Teacher Yan, thank you tonight, see you at school.

He waited boredly for quite a while, but didn't return there.It wasn't until they were all at the door that Yan Xinguang replied with a word like gold.

[Yan Xinguang]: Yes.

what!It's too cold!Haven't we already become good friends who rub off on each other?

Wu Jing angrily turned off the screen of the phone directly, instead of replying a lot like usual.

When Zhou Shuyun came out to pick up her son and daughter, she was taken aback by Wu Jing's dark clouded expression, and thought, this is wrong, it's not as expected.

She quietly asked Wu Pei: "What's wrong with your brother, isn't it very pleasant to get along with... classmates?"

Wu Pei thought for a while, and said honestly, "No, it's very pleasant!"

"Then why does your brother look so unhappy?"

Wu Pei was more honest: "Big brother has a fiancée, and the relationship is still very good, he is jealous!"

Zhou Shuyun: "...???"

On the other side, Yan Xinguang went upstairs early, washed up, did exercises before going to bed, and when he was about to rest, the clock was just pointing to a quarter past ten.

He stared at the clock hanging in the reception room on the second floor and pondered for a while.

A quarter past ten.This is 15 minutes later than usual.

He took out his phone again and opened WeChat.The list was deleted by him to nothing, like a wechat interface for a deeply autistic person, isolated from the world - if there is no one and only chat box.

He didn't even give a note to that person, who's current ID is called "The Great Marshal Bi Who Wu Can't".

The reason why I say it is now is because this person's id and avatar change almost once a week. He used to be called "Wu Yulunbi's cutie", and before that... Yan Xinguang didn't know him yet.

Soon, Marshal Bi, whom Wu couldn't help, sent a WeChat message, saying thank you to him tonight, but it didn't follow a lively tilde at the end, which is very unusual.

Through the mobile phone, Yan Xinguang could imagine his appearance, and when he closed his eyes, Wu Jing's smiling face vividly appeared in his mind.

Holding the phone, he didn't reply for a long time. He just felt an inexplicable sense of dryness, which spread uncontrollably from his chest to his limbs, making people feel hot.Just like this 15 minutes late, it makes people feel inexplicably boring, and he doesn't like this feeling of being out of control.

But Yan Xinguang has always been good at controlling emotions. He knows very well that emotional fluctuations before going to bed will make the quality of sleep poor.So, he quickly calmed down, turned on the screen of his phone, and sent a simple "um" to the omnipotent Marshal Bi.

Soon, he turned off the phone again, put it on the bedside, and lay down.

There was a hint of warmth in the room, a comfortable and spacious big house, he lay flat and looked directly at the exquisite ceiling, everything was so familiar, but he did not feel sleepy.

Yan Xinguang felt that he had to think about it.

Did he, inadvertently, still embark on the path his parents arranged for him?

Wu Jing almost overslept, but was woken up by his aunt knocking on the door. He straightened up and hurriedly put on his clothes.

Wu Jing licked his head from the neckline while thinking, insomnia is harmful.

Originally, according to the regulations of No. [-] Middle School, they had to change seats after the exam. They were still in class in the morning, and they heard the sound of moving tables and chairs from the next class on the floor, and they were poisoned by Chi Chi all morning.

After the class, Yao Erniu said on the podium: "Well, I have something to explain to everyone. I have already explained the situation to the Academic Affairs Office and fulfilled my promise. So, we don't need to change seats!! Are you happy? Here Give your deskmate a hug!"

Yao Erniu danced on the stage. Everyone has long been used to his virtue. Some were lazy and didn't give face, so they answered "Oh"; The tables hugged each other fiercely, making a loud noise.

"Okay, the hug is over! Teacher, can we go to eat?"

"Hungry, hungry!" They jingled rice bowls and spoons.

Hearing that there will be no need to change seats in the future, Wu Jing heaves a sigh of relief, he quite likes this corner.

He went to see Yan Xinguang again, and saw that there was no expression on the person's face, and thought again, such a position, the university god is really wronged.

Yan Xinguang also looked over, Wu Jing didn't have time to look back, and bumped into him.

Wu Jing looked at Yan Xinguang's tense face as always, and thought, you slept well.

Three seconds later, Yan Xinguang looked away, and his eyes fell on the dictation book written by Wu Jing in class just now, full of red crosses.

If there are different meanings from a deadpan face, then Wu Jing feels that the implication behind Yan Xinguang's deadpan face at this moment must be contempt.

Yan Xinguang: "What is this?"

Wu Jing: "What is what?"

Yan Xinguang: "It's written on it."

Wu Jing: "Obviously, this is dictation."

Yan Xinguang stared at him for a while, then slowly said: "After fighting with elementary school students, IQ also decreased?"

Mentioning this matter, Wu Jing's face turned red bit by bit, and then, the small universe began to burn.

He thought to himself, still fuck me!Still tm control me!I am a rich second generation, love to learn how to learn!

It is said that people who have not slept well will become irritable. Just as Wu Jing was about to explode, Yan Xinguang's next words extinguished Wu Jing's small cannonballs.

"In the future, dictation will continue to check for me." Throwing him a condescending look, he went out.

"..."

Wu Jingqi's lips trembled slightly, but the corner of his mouth always tended to rise, and he couldn't hold it back.

Wu Jing felt that he must be a jerk, otherwise, why on earth was he still angry, and what the great god said was so flattering, revealing a deep contempt, but he was inexplicably happy?

He slapped his palm to his forehead with a "snap", and tried his best to droop the corners of his mouth, showing that he was still awkward.There must be something wrong...

But one thing is undeniable, after Yan Xinguang offered to continue ganging up, Wu Jing's mood became very good, very clear.

Yao Bin turned around and called him to eat, just in time to see Wu Jing's inscrutable smile on his face, that expression seemed either unhappy or happy, in short, it was indescribable.

He stretched out his hand and waved it in front of Wu Jing's eyes: "Hey, it's time to eat. By the way, what did you just say to the master, what elementary school student? I didn't hear clearly."

Wu Jing suddenly came back to his senses, glared at him, and skillfully slapped him backwards: "I'm talking about you, you're like a primary school student."

Yao Bin: "...don't you donkey me, let me tell you."

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