The domineering husband and wife of the cruel school god

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Before waking up from a nap, Chen Shu came over and knocked on Wu Jing, telling him to go to the teaching office to get the award for this competition.

Wu Jing slept drowsily in Yan Xinguang's school uniform, and when he woke up, he unconsciously rubbed against his clothes, feeling a little nostalgic.

When he staggered to the door of the office, the door was half-closed, Director Xing's voice could be heard through the door, and the trembling glass windows trembled.

Wu Jing poked his head to look inside, and saw a tall and thin boy lazily standing in front of Director Xing, skillfully admonishing him.

Director Xing finished cursing with saliva splashing, still feeling a little thirsty, took a sip from his teacup, glanced at Wu Jing at the door, and beckoned: "Come in."

Wu Jing came in and obediently stood in a row with Duan Changhan.

Director Xing finished drinking the water, raised his head, saw the two of them standing together, his heart suddenly felt an unknown rage, his face became elongated all of a sudden, he poured down the glass heavily, and put his hands on his hips.

The few of them were arrested for climbing over the wall together. Looking at Director Xing's expression, it felt like they wanted to turn over old scores and scolded them together.

Before he could speak, Wu Jing whispered, "Director, you came to me to get a certificate."

How good and innocent I am recently, and I listened to you and read the Olympiad for a month.

Director Xing paused, his brows relaxed slightly, and he pointed in the direction of the high piled tables: "Yes, they are all over there. You can go to your class and come over to register."

Wu Jing responded, walked aside to pick out the certificate, and quietly threw Duan Changhan a playful look.

Just as Duan Changhan raised his eyebrows and wanted to say "fuck you" back to him, Director Xing, who had finished drinking water and replenished his combat power, yelled to stop: "Stop winking at me! Zip up your school uniform!"

Wu Jing flipped through the certificates one by one, while listening to the movement with his ears up.

After a while, Duan Changhan succumbed to Director Xing's coercion when he heard the sound of zippers, and slowly pulled up the messy school uniform.

Director Xing's tone was heartbroken: "It's only been a few days, just a few days? You thought you were being honest, and you made trouble with me again, fighting? I don't want to bother anymore, let your father come over."

Duan Changhan said lazily, "My dad is very busy."

He was telling the truth, his father flew all over the world to discuss business, so he really didn't have time to take care of his son.

Director Xing snorted and said, "After the exam, the parents' meeting will be held soon. I will call your father personally when the time comes. Just take care of yourself."

Wu Jing's hand paused slightly.

parent meeting?

Then Yan Xinguang's parents will also come?

According to the tradition of the No. [-] Middle School, the parents who hold the parent-teacher meeting will sit in the child's seat, and the child will move a pony and squat next to the parent.

Wu Jing fantasized about Zhou Shuyun and Yan Xinguang's mother (or father) sitting at the same table, and he and Yan Xinguang squatting next to each other...

Kind of weird.

While listening to them talking, Wu Jing dug out all the Olympiad certificates from Class [-] and Class [-] of Senior High.

There are six in total. In addition to Su Zhiye's second prize at the national level, there are five other students who won the city-level award. The certificates are red hot stamped and the paper is very hard, which looks very tall.

Wu Jing flipped through one by one, and suddenly found that there was no Yan Xinguang.

At this moment, Director Xing's speech had come to an end, he emphasized once again in a deep voice that he would definitely make him look good during the parents' meeting, so he waved Duan Changhan out.

Wu Jing walked over with six certificates in his arms: "No Yan...Xin Guang?"

Director Xing took a sip of tea and glanced at him, "He is the first prize in the country. The certificate has been sent to the city for exhibition, and I will send it back tomorrow."

"Oh," Wu Jing said disconcertedly, "Then I'm leaving first?"

He originally thought that he could take Yan Xinguang's award back and hide it, and then use it to tease his teacher Yan, for example, if you call him brother, I will give you the award.

Director Xing laughed angrily when he saw his listless look, "Come back! What's your attitude, kid? I haven't asked you yet."

Wu Jing walked back again.

Director Xing sized him up for a while, smiled, and said in an elusive tone: "Are you falling in love with your deskmate?"

Wu Jing's pupils dilated slightly.

Director Xing smiled inscrutablely: "You don't need to deny it in a hurry, and you don't need to make up nonsense to lie to me. I know everything."

Wu Jing's complexion was a little strange.

Although he has always been careless and has never hidden himself since falling in love, he never thought that Director Xing would call him into the office for questioning.

As we all know, Xing Tianyun is the number one biochemical weapon in the No. [-] Middle School. In addition to being over forty years old and still having very flexible legs and feet, and being able to chase students who climb over walls and fight until they vomit, Xing Tianyun also has a special skill of beating mandarin ducks with a stick. Legend has it that he The number of young couples who have broken up is no less than double digits.Duan Changhan, who changes girlfriends faster than changing clothes, doesn't count.

Director Xing stared at him, and found that the kid couldn't hide anything on his face.

In just a short while, his expression changed from "How could Director Xing know" to "It's over, I'm going to be beaten with a stick".

Director Xing turned pale, and patted him on the shoulder, "Don't be so nervous, I haven't said anything yet, why are you panicking?"

Wu Jing twitched the corner of his mouth and said dryly, "I'm not panicking."

Director Xing glared at him, let out a long breath, took two steps, and said after deliberating, "Okay, I have looked at your recent monthly exam results, and they have improved compared to the previous ones, which is very good. The teacher also It’s not like killing everyone with a stick. If you are at the same table with you, if you can study hard, don’t engage in crooked ways, and don’t infect each other with bad habits, then it’s not impossible, right? Before calling you here, I actually I have talked to him a long time ago. Yan Xinguang is a good boy with many advantages. The teacher hopes that you can learn more from him. It is best to improve your grades. Think about it, if If you can go to a good school together, then everyone is happy, right?"

At the end, Director Xing coughed again, "However, we still have to keep a low profile as much as possible. Pay attention to the impact."

Wu Jing listened in a daze for a long time, then walked out of the office in a daze, and recollected what Director Xing said just now.

So, it's agreed?

He was a little dazed.

After standing at the stairs for a long time, Wu Jing took out his phone and sent Yan Xinguang a WeChat message.

[WJ]: Mr. Yan, Director Xing came to me just now, guess what he said?Hahahahaha you would never have guessed!

A high-end restaurant in the city center.

Soothing music was playing in the hall, and well-dressed men and women held wine glasses and talked with each other reservedly.

A young man was leaning against a dining table for two by the window, his long legs stretched lazily, and the red wine in his glass flickered.

Yan Hui searched for a long time before finding him in this corner, heaved a sigh of relief, and sat down opposite him.

After a while, the man still didn't give him a look, and fiddled with the phone on his own, but there was a little smile in his eyes.

Yan Hui knocked on the table, "Hey, hey, look at me."

Yan Xinguang paused, put down the phone, and looked up at him, the temperature in his eyes cooled down little by little when he left the phone.

Yan Hui knew who he was chatting with just now when he looked at him like that, looked him up, tsk tsk tsk, "You are really the only strange flower in the audience dressed like this."

Yan Xinguang was wearing a simple jacket and school uniform pants. Although he still did not hide his outstanding appearance, it was still in stark contrast to the well-dressed people in the room.

He glanced at Yan Hun coldly: "Then you come by yourself, why pull me?"

Yan Hun smiled: "Isn't it hard to turn down my hospitality? Give me some face and go chat with them."

This banquet was organized by Yan Hui's friend group when he was studying, and he was asked to bring his little nephew who was studying in City C, saying that there was a child who admired him.

Yan Hui first helped to decline, saying that this nephew of his family is studying in the third middle school. He is usually very busy with his studies and has no hobbies.But the other party insisted on the invitation, and even asked the driver to pick him up at the school gate.

Yan Hui couldn't help it, so he called Yan Xinguang to come out, saying that he had something to ask him, and tricked him over.

As a result, when the Buddha arrived, he had a cold face and successfully scared away several princesses and princes who tried to strike up a conversation.

Although Yan Hui knew that he couldn't be blamed for this, after all, he usually had such an expression, and he really didn't intend to flirt, but he still felt that it was necessary to educate him.

"That's the one, the one in the little pink dress," Yan Hun pouted in one direction, "My brother's daughter, who is a doctoral student, is studying in Australia and just came back from vacation. The little girl said she would definitely like to see you, so you said you would come I can't fart for a long time, how bad is it to spread?"

Yan Xinguang smiled and took a sip of red wine, "I just greeted her."

"You call it a greeting?" Yan Hun was convinced, "Will you die if you give someone a gentle smile? I usually watch you talk to Wu Jing and the others, and it's not like you can't laugh. Give it to me as soon as you go outside." Laughing muscle failure."

Yan Xinguang didn't refute him, his slender fingers stroked the body of the slender goblet.

"I think of your summer vacation last year. How did you say it? I'll learn from you." Yan Hui paused, lowered his face, looked straight ahead, and began to imitate Yan Xinguang's words vividly, "I don't care, It doesn't matter, it's the same to me everywhere."

That was Yan Xinguang's reaction when Yan Zhengwei talked about the marriage with Yan Xinguang.

Yan Hun stood aside, watching the boy who had been rigid for 16 years, solemnly and indifferently declared his silent resistance.

"As a result, how long has it been?" Yan Hun said more and more complacently, "He asked me for a copybook, and also wanted to take him home to see his grandfather on his own initiative, tsk tsk tsk, children have different temperaments every day."

Yan Xinguang frowned slightly, "I'm not a child anymore."

Yan Hui: "Okay, okay, I won't talk about it. Children usually refuse to admit that they are children. Hey, yes, but half a year ago, I really didn't expect you to fall in love in high school. Although the object is your fiancée, I still feel a little strange, tell me, how do you feel?"

Yan Xinguang frowned, remembering the several WeChat messages sent by Wu Jing just now, a smile filled his eyes, "He is very cute and very interesting."

"That's it?" Yan Hun pricked up his ears, and was about to hear some explosive news, and said disappointedly, "I said brother, your feelings are not too strong, and I doubt the progress of the relationship between the two of you."

Yan Xinguang raised his head and glanced at him coolly.

At this moment, his phone vibrated, and then a small green light lit up in the upper right corner.

Yan Hun watched helplessly as his nephew, who had a cold face just now, slid away his phone, clicked on WeChat, and then showed a familiar smile that only appeared when he was with a certain boy.

Yan Hui was stunned for a while, then snorted and said, "Forget it, I understand, this is already a very strong performance for you."

After a while, someone not far away waved to Yan Hui.

Yan Hui put down his wine glass and chatted with someone for a while, and knocked on the table when he came back.

"Let's go, my senior brother and his daughter came back after a long time, the basic tasks must be completed, right? Now I'm going to see the elders, don't let me lose the chain."

Yan Xinguang stood up.

He only wore school uniform pants, and his top was a sweater and a coat.

The boy's figure is thin but not thin, and he already has the outline of a man. When he stood side by side with Yan Hui, he was a pair of pleasing uncles and nephews.

Yan Hun patted him on the shoulder in relief, "It's handsome, I'm heartbroken after seeing it, no wonder so many little girls like it. It's a pity, there is an owner."

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