Will Mozun know how to multiply today? [Traveling]

Xiao Jun was pressed firmly against the wall, feeling like he was about to lose his breath.He struggled to stretch out his hand, held Jiang Yike's wrist and pushed it back:

"Cough, cough, let go..."

Jiang Yike pursed his lips, he glanced at the other's pale face, and suddenly let go.

Xiao Jun sat on the ground limply, clutching his still aching neck and coughing a few times.

Jiang Yike looked down at him condescendingly. Although he looked like a big boss, he was already panicking inside:

——It's over, I accidentally forgot to control my strength, what if this person goes back and complains to my aunt? !

No, he must not be allowed to sue!

Thinking of this, Master Mozun kept on doing nothing, he cleared his throat, and said, "Hey, listen to me."

As soon as he spoke, Xiao Jun trembled in fright, scrambled and moved back a few steps, and panicked: "You, you, you, don't come here!"

Jiang Yike glanced at him and kicked him.

Xiao Jun covered his face subconsciously, but the pain he imagined did not happen.The gust of wind passed by his ears and kicked on the mailbox.

He secretly opened his eyes and looked at Jiang Yike.

Jiang Yike tugged at his collar, and one of the top buttons was torn off, revealing his slender collarbone.

He lowered his head slightly and said, "I'll take care of the money matter, just wait."

Xiao Jun:?

This style of painting is wrong, why are you so easy to talk about?

Jiang Yike looked at him condescendingly, thought for a while, and added: "There is another matter that you must not tell others."

Xiao Jun nodded hurriedly.

Jiang Yike said: "Otherwise I'll beat you to death."

Xiao Jun: "Okay...Okay, okay."

Although the other party was murderous, there was an inexplicable feeling of "a kindergarten kid holding a lollipop, threatening others not to sue".

Illusion, it must be my own illusion.

Jiang Yike let Xiao Jun go after repeatedly confirming with the other party that he would not talk too much.He looked at the back of the other party fleeing in a hurry and snorted, kicking the shriveled soda can on the ground with his toe.

In just two days, he has already suffered countless hostility from the students around him.

Those who are blatant can still deal with it openly, but he who is hiding in the dark is helpless.

The soda can was kicked back and forth by him, rubbing against the ground and rolling far away.

Having said that, how did the original owner live——

What kind of day is it?

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After all, Xiao Jun is a high school student, and he was frightened by Lord Mozun's aura, and he was very scared.

Not only did he dare not say a word, he even brought dinner to his room, so he didn't dare to face Jiang Yike face to face.

Although he boasted in front of Xiao Jun yesterday that he wanted to make money in Haikou, Master Mozun didn't even do his homework, and he didn't think of any good way to make money after studying all night.

So depressing!

Jiang Yike leaned lazily on the chair, touched the table with his fingers, and sighed.

Today Lu Yao came very late, and did not walk in slowly through the front door until after the morning reading.He threw away his schoolbag and collapsed on his seat.

Seeing his haggard face, Jiang Yike asked casually, "Hey, what's wrong with you?"

Lu Yao sighed miserably: "My second brother failed in math again, and my sister suspended both of our cards in a rage. There is no money to spend this week, it's too miserable."

Jiang Yike tilted his head to look at him, a few rays of sunlight fell into his dark eyes, which looked clear and bright.

Jiang Yike said, "You know..."

Lu Yao sat upright unconsciously: "Know what?"

Jiang Yike said seriously: "How to make money?"

Lu Yao couldn't sit still, and slid down with a bang, his tailbone hurt when he fell on the ground.

Jiang Yike was disdainful: "This can fall? Are you okay?"

Lu Yao waved his hand to show that he was fine. He firmly supported the chair and stood up, then asked weakly, "Why are you asking this all of a sudden?"

"Lack of money." Jiang Yike gritted his teeth when he said these three words, "Do you have any way to make money?"

Unexpectedly, his majestic Lord Mozun would also be reduced to a state of poverty and penniless.

"Hahaha, we are also people who have fallen in the end of the world," Lu Yao patted him on the shoulder, "Let's move bricks together to make money when we have time."

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Lu Yao just said it casually, never expecting...

Master Mozun took it seriously.

On the first weekend of modern times, Jiang Yike made a nonsense reason and slipped out.

The city where the original body is located is called Nancheng. Light industry and emerging industries are very developed.

Follow the sidewalk all the way down, and after a long way, you can see the bustling scene of Nancheng City.

Rows upon rows of high-rise buildings, traffic to and fro like waves.

Jiang Yike wandered around the street with his schoolbag on his back. Although he had the memory of the original owner as a foreshadowing, everything around him was too "magic" for Lord Mozun——

Why does this iron box-like thing called a "car" act autonomously and run at an astonishing speed?

The surface of that towering building is actually covered with a piece of transparent spar, which is very valuable when you look at it.

The more he walked, the more he felt that this modern age was really unfathomable and terrifying.

Jiang Yike caught a glimpse of the places under construction everywhere at a glance, and rushed over excitedly with his schoolbag on his back.

There are some people wearing yellow hats standing on the construction site, seeming to be discussing something.

A high school student with a schoolbag appeared out of nowhere, and suddenly joined them, excitedly asking, "Can you move bricks here?"

Everyone was startled: "How did you get in?!"

Jiang Yike said honestly, "It was turned in."

Jiang Yike looked around and decided that the middle-aged man standing in the middle should be the leader, so he asked him, "I heard that you can make money by moving bricks?"

Someone laughed: "Children, this is not the place for you."

Others also echoed: "That's right, this job is not suitable, you are too thin."

Everyone was urging Jiang Yike to go back, but the contractor looked at him thoughtfully and said, "Don't underestimate other people. I saw a girl who came to do odd jobs before. She looked tall and thin. Thin, and ended up holding five bags of cement with one hand."

He picked up a yellow helmet and threw it to Jiang Yike: "Let this little classmate try it?"

Jiang Yike was unconvinced, five bags of cement, right?

He put on his hat, rolled up his sleeves and went to the pile.

Next, everyone watched the fair and thin little boy count and pile several bags of cement into a pile.

Then, he bent down and easily picked up ten bags of cement.

Crowd: ? ? ?

Jiang Yike said triumphantly, "Isn't it amazing?"