Will Mozun know how to multiply today? [Traveling]

Although the proprietress repeatedly assured, Master Mozun was still a little uneasy.

With himself as an example, and so many traversers he has seen, he believes that the formation must have brought that person here.

But Lord Mozun actually,

I don't know how to face that person.

Jiang Yike originally thought he knew that person very well, but now that he thought about it, he knew nothing about that person at all.

Not to mention preferences, habits, and temperament, I used a meaningless "code name" to call the other party for so many years, and I didn't know what his name was until the other party left.

After wandering around the city and sitting in an antique shop, Jiang Yike saw that it was getting late, so he prepared to go back home.

As he was walking, he suddenly felt that he had forgotten something.

It's over, now I'm not the all-powerful Demon Lord, but just a weak high school student, still in the embarrassing state of being penniless——

Why did you forget to knock a sum of money from the proprietress! !

Lost [-] million!

Master Mozun returned to his aunt's house with a sad face, thinking about the things he had boasted about, and thinking about the money he had to pay for the table, he felt overwhelmed.

Anyway, I am also a generation of Demon Lord. Although I was quite young when I was titled, I will not be reduced to this level!

My uncle sent his son to a cram school, and my aunt was alone at home.

Seeing Jiang Yike came back, she wanted to help him carry the schoolbag on his shoulder.

Jiang Yike silently pushed her hand away and smiled: "It's not heavy, I can carry it by myself."

Auntie nodded, she looked at Jiang Yike, a little hesitant to speak.

Jiang Yike asked, "What's wrong?"

"Yike," my aunt said hesitantly, "Well, about the transfer of schools——"

She tightened her five fingers, since the first semester of high school, the child always came home with some big or small, bruised and purple scars.

But he always shakes his head and says it's okay.

The dropped lunch box, the torn schoolbag, the messyly painted textbooks—although Jiang Yike never told himself, but as long as he thinks about it, it is not difficult to find out how the child is doing at school.

It wasn't until the first day of the second year of high school that the child returned home drenched with his tattered schoolbag.

He lowered his head, praying in a low and weak voice:

"Auntie, can I?"

"...Transfer?"

It's just that her husband was there at the time, mercilessly rejected the child's request, and reprimanded him.

Afterwards, the child went back to the room in silence, and went to school quietly the next day with his packed schoolbag on his back.

But what my aunt didn't know was that after the child went to school, he never came back.

It was another person who came back.

Jiang Yike smiled at her, showing a row of neat and beautiful white teeth, and a shallow pear dimple on his right cheek.

He said, "Don't worry, Auntie, you don't need to transfer schools."

The smile was wanton and flamboyant, and the eyes were full of youthful and fiery light.

"Whoever dares to bully me, I will beat him down."

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The cell phone on the table rang, Chu Nian pushed aside the notebook full of notes, tapped the cell phone with his finger, and picked up the call.

His voice was very cold and quiet, like the tip of a knife being caressed by melted snow, with a cold light, white and sharp.

"Hello, hello?"

He leaned back on the chair, twirled the slender pen with his fingers, and responded softly: "Okay, teacher, I understand. Mmm, I have time, I can go now."

"you are welcome."

Chu Nian hung up the phone, he opened the drawer, put the key in his pocket, picked up his schoolbag and prepared to go out.

Grandma held a cup of tea and drank it slowly. Mother, who had a bouquet of flowers in the window, turned her head and smiled warmly like a sunflower: "Xiao Nian, where are you going?"

Chu Nian replied: "The teacher asked me to go to school to get a copy of the materials."

Naturally, the mother agreed. The child has been well-behaved and sensible since he was a child, and he never had to worry about it.

He was smart and precocious, dragged himself out of the dream of "rich wife", and put the broken home back into a complete shape.

It's just that this kid is a little too cold-tempered.

After four stops on the bus, there is Nancheng No. [-] Middle School.There was no one in the school on the weekend, so quiet that even the sound of breathing could be clearly heard.

Chu Nian organized the materials and files that the teacher said, and put them in the folder.

As he walked back down the corridor, a voice came from behind the closed bathroom door, binding his steps like a rope.

"Jiang Yike."

Chu Nian stopped, and he turned his head slightly.The chiseled face washed away the youthful vigor that a high school student should have, and became a bit more desolate, mature and handsome.

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The bathroom was filled with smoke, and many boys with exaggerated hairstyles were squatting or sitting, smoking in it.

With a plaster on Huang Mao's face, he took a deep breath on his cigarette and said sharply, "That kid's name is Jiang Yike!"

Someone laughed at him, and a row of silver earrings jingled: "Hey, isn't that the bean sprouts that was bullied by the senior sophomore last year?"

"It's him!" Huang Mao spat impatiently, "I don't know what medicine this kid took wrongly, but he actually beat up us brothers after school started."

"What a fucking embarrassment!"

Except for the few parties who were beaten, all the other boys burst into laughter, "Being beaten by bean sprouts, how dare you say it?"

Laughter was wanton, and the cigarette in his hand was shaken off a few traces of white ash.

"Don't laugh, that kid is very weird." Huang Mao held his breath, "I agreed to block him on Monday, don't go back on my word."

"The bean sprouts are so fanciful, Brother Huang, can't you?"

"Don't worry, we'll beat him up to vent your anger, hahahaha."

Huang Mao's complexion got better now, he snorted, and took the cigarette back into his mouth.

While they were talking, the bathroom door was opened.

The school on weekends is always deserted, and several people came in through the window.When they heard the sound, they looked towards the door very suspiciously.

I saw a person pushing the door halfway open, quietly watching the situation inside.

The man was tall and slender, and the smoke lingered between his brows.

He was expressionless, but there was a wilderness buried deep in his eyes, cold and lifeless.

"Who?" One person frowned, "Boy, if you don't want to die or get beaten up, just pretend you didn't see anything, and get out obediently."

Unexpectedly, after hearing the warning, instead of retreating, he took a step forward and entered the bathroom.

Huang Mao snorted: "It happens that Grandpa is in a bad mood today, kneel down and kowtow fifty times and we will let you go."

Chu Nian looked at him with a half-smile: "Oh?"

His voice was very soft, and the raised syllables brought a playful smile, falling into the overflowing smoke and melting into a pale embers.

With his right hand behind his back, his bony middle finger pressed on the spherical door lock.

click

The door is locked.

The author has something to say: Chu Nian: If you don’t die, you won’t die.

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