The villain is not crazy

Xiao Wu is about [-] years old, and the last time he read a book was eight years ago, and he was still a small/porn/book.

When he heard the news that they were going to send him to a repeat school, he thought he heard it wrong?

Like Su Qingyi, he also thought that he was about to be torn apart.

They're all ready to betray Su Qingyi, but what the hell is going on again to take the college entrance examination again?

Do you think that he will be afraid and give in?

Isn't it just repeating?

Will he be afraid?

He Wu Santie, a real man, won't bend over again.

He was afraid.

Woohoo, he even threw elementary school mathematics to the teacher. The high school mathematics textbook he saw just now seemed to be an astronomy book. Thinking of such torture in the coming year, he felt that the sun and the moon were dark and bleak.

Su Qingyi continued to listen to Xiao Wu's brutal exam experience.

"Wooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo

Su Qingyi let out an "oh", his eyebrows frowned slightly, as if he heard a strange sound.

He sat upright, and Xiao Wu over there started to talk about chemistry after finishing physics: "I thought physics was crazy...but I didn't expect chemistry to be so difficult!"

Su Qingyi turned his voice to the loudest.

Only a vague mechanical voice came from the background: "Wu Santie, 0 points for the physics answer, 10 points will be deducted from the test paper, and the total score will be -10 points."

How could it still be negative? !

He rubbed his chin: "Where are you now? School?"

Wu Santie seemed to be taken aback for a moment: "I don't know..."

"The person you mentioned..." Su Qingyi did not forget what Xiao Wu said at the beginning.

"It's 'that person'!" Wu Santie swears: "I have worked so hard to find the name of the phone called 'that person'!"

Su Qingyi: "..." God damn that guy!

He stabilized his emotions and felt that the logic was illogical, and he was likely to be tricked.

Just about to ask again.

Then I heard Wu Santie say anxiously: "I can't say any more, Mr. Su, you give up, you can't afford to mess with the other party! You don't have to worry about me too much, they said that as long as I can pass the exam thread, you can come out... woo woo woo, although I don't think it's possible in this life..."

"Drip-drip-"

Su Qingyi looked at the phone with a gloomy expression.

Without hesitation, he called again.

【The number you dialed is not in the service area...】

He almost dropped the phone in anger.

Obviously Xiao Wu's bastard might have found something, otherwise he wouldn't be caught by the other party, but he didn't reveal a word to him!

This distress call from Xiao Wu is more like a warning from the other party.

A "I know you're checking me out, but I don't take it seriously at all, and even play tricks on you, because you can't do anything to me." Warning!

Hey!

Su Qingyi almost overturned the coffee table, but he weighed the weight of the coffee table and his own ability, and resentfully chose to give up.

He chose to collapse on the sofa again, crossing his fingers and circling against his thumb.

One lap...two laps...three laps...

His vision gradually blurred... his eyes gradually closed...

wrong!This is not the time to sleep in!He was obviously thinking about the meaning behind this matter, how could he fall asleep!

He changed his posture and sat upright, with his hands spread out on his knees.

Then stared blankly at the coffee table in a daze.

Time passed meaninglessly.

Su Qingyi chose to give up thinking, he stood up from the sofa, stretched, and then seemed to remember something.

A smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

-

Qinghe Temple.

Su Qingyi sat in front of a reliable-looking master.

"Amitabha, the benefactor seems to be entangled with miscellaneous things recently, and has not been able to find a solution." The master's eyes seemed to see through everything about Su Qingyi, and suddenly shouted: "No!"

Su Qingyi was taken aback, he gently comforted his fragile heart, and asked cautiously: "Is it okay?"

"The big thing is not good!" After the monk finished this sentence, he closed his eyes and folded his hands together, and began to silently recite the words that people could not understand.

Su Qingyi: "..."

He stretched his legs impatiently, sitting cross-legged for too long, he seemed to be about to lose consciousness under his calves.

The monk suddenly opened his eyes, staring like copper bells. Su Qingyi, who was shaking his legs when he saw it, panicked, and then retracted his legs silently.

"The benefactor." The monk called him in a very serious voice: "The poor monk just left his body, traveled thousands of miles away, and fought with the evildoer who has been pestering the benefactor for three days and three nights..."

Su Qingyi's listening expression gradually faded away, and then he returned to his expressionless expression.

He coughed: "I don't know what kind of evildoer Master saw?" He paused: "Is it completely dark, with bloodshot eyes..."

The monk looked surprised: "Could it be that the benefactor also saw it?"

Su Qingyi: "..." I'm bluffing you.

He didn't want to listen to the monk's nonsense anymore, so he simply got up, halfway up and then slowly retracted.

Monk: "The benefactor?"

Su Qingyi: "Wait a minute, my feet are numb."

Monk: "...Oh." He seemed to want to say something else.

Su Qingyi glanced at him: "Alipay or WeChat?"

The monk immediately beamed with joy: "WeChat is enough, is it convenient for the benefactor to add a friend? I will get a [-]% discount for people I know."

Su Qingyi: "Hehe."

He reached out his hand into his pocket, and suddenly frowned: "I seem to have dropped my phone on the car, please wait for me."

The monk clasped his hands together: "Amitabha, I still have a credit card machine here."

"Don't worry, I, Su Qingyi, will be tens of millions every minute, and I won't pay you on credit." Su Qingyi smiled and said, "Would you like to get in the car with me?"

The monk was relieved: "Then I will trouble the benefactor."

As soon as he boarded the luxury sports car, Su Qingyi, who had been expressionless all this time, suddenly laughed. He took out his mobile phone from his pocket and shook it in front of the monk's face: "So it's here."

Then his face turned cold: "Driver, drive."

Ignoring the weak and helpless monk behind him, Su Qingyi said to himself in distress: "Are you really going to force me to buy that paper website?"