Will Mozun know how to multiply today? [Traveling]

Chu Nian seemed to be choked by his sentence "Are we familiar?", the words stuck in his throat, unable to speak out.

After a long time, he finally said slowly, "I'm not familiar with you."

That's right.

Fortunately, Master Mozun searched the original body's memory carefully, but he couldn't find the slightest overlap between the original body and Chu Nian.

Jiang Yike breathed out, and was about to mention homework, when Chu Nian said leisurely:

"Then, my classmate, what are you going to do with my kicked-off table?"

Jiang Yike: "..."

Oops, forget about this!

If it were different in the fantasy world, as the Lord of the Demon Realm, he would pay countless tributes to rare treasures from all over the Demon Realm every year, which could fill up several halls.

He can just snap a bead from the floor of the demon hall, and he can buy hundreds of Chu Nian to play with, so there is no need to worry about not being able to pay for this mere table.

But it's different now, if Master Mozun remembers correctly, this original body is a penniless pauper.

Not to mention paying for the table, Jiang Yike touched his empty pocket, he was afraid he couldn't even take out a coin.

Jiang Yike pretended not to hear, trying to avoid the topic: "This...Look..."

Chu Nian said calmly: "Without a desk, I can't study. If I can't study, my grades will drop. If my grades drop, I won't be able to get into a good university. If I can't get into a good university, I won't be able to find a good job. If I can’t make money, I can’t buy a house if I can’t make money, and I can only live on the street if I can’t buy a house—”

Chu Nian was well-founded, and this long series of words fell without a pause, directly knocking Master Mozun unconscious.

And it sounds like it makes sense, what's the logic.

Jiang Yike was dumbfounded: "You—"

Chu Nian: "Do you have the heart to let me live on the street?"

Jiang Yike was dumbfounded: "Huh?"

Chu Nian: "You can't let me live on the street."

Jiang Yike was stunned: "What?"

Not only Jiang Yike was dumbfounded, even Lu Yao was almost trapped by this untenable logic.

Lu Yao scratched his head, a little speechless: "What is it all about?"

Jiang Yike was worrying about how to raise money, when Chu Nian, who had been lazily leaning on the railing and watching him leisurely, suddenly stood up straight.

He pointed to the stairwell and said, "It's going to be morning exercises soon, you go back first."

Chu Nian glanced at the dean who was walking towards him not far away, and snatched the homework book Jiang Yike was holding.

Jiang Yike was caught off guard: "Hey, that's my homework!"

"I know," Chu Nian sideways avoided him, "I'll give it back to you before my morning reading."

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When Jiang Yike arrived at the school, it was still only twilight, but after the two of them came out of the top teaching building, the sun had already risen half of their heads.

The white clouds rolled in the sky, and the sun passed through the thick clouds, danced hand in hand with the breeze, and spread along the concrete floor.

Like a peeled candy wrapper, when placed under a desk lamp, it will glow with fine shattered light when flicked lightly.

On the way back to class F, Lu Yao hesitated for a long time, and said, "Brother Jiang, I think this person named Chu Nian is a bit different from the rumors?"

Jiang Yike said disdainfully: "This kid is weird, I think he probably has no good intentions."

He put his hands in his pockets, some sunlight fell on his crow's eyelashes and the tip of his nose, like honey with a hint of sweetness.

Jiang Yike kicked his feet, then suddenly turned around and said, "Hey, who is the second best in this school?"

Lu Yao: "Brother Jiang, grade two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, etc. are all in Class A that we just came out of. Are you sure you want to go back?"

Jiang Yike: "..."

Forget it, Lord Mozun waved his hand: "I won't hand in my homework, what are you doing?"

If it really doesn't work, Lord Mozun is ready to go, and after school, he will tie up the class representative and threaten him, so he won't have to worry about homework then.

Things that can be solved by violence are not things.

When the two returned to Class F, nearly half of the students had already entered the classroom one after another. Everyone stayed in the classroom, waiting for the bell to ring before going to exercise.

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The ringtone of Nancheng No. [-] Middle School is not very pleasant, but it is very scary.

Hearing a series of loud bangs, the students covered their ears and stood in a row under the command of the sports committee.

Jiang Yike looked sadly and angrily at the other students who were much taller than him, and stood angrily at the front of the line.

Anyway, no one listened to him, and the sports committee didn't bother to maintain order. He saw that almost everyone in the classroom came out, so he waved his hand and led everyone to the playground.

The students were exhausted as if they hadn't had enough to eat. They followed the sports committee downstairs, and the team was pulled out for a long time because of looseness.

After finally coming to the playground, the head teacher looked at his scattered team and a few people rushing over from a long distance, and yelled:

"Stand up for me!"

"It's crooked, what does it look like!!"

The homeroom teacher looked at the neat and orderly queues of Class A and Class B who were already running circles on the track, and then looked at the group of students in Class F who were staggering around, and became angry.

She was heartbroken: "Look at her AB class! Hurry up and stand up!"

The homeroom teacher's threatening power is much greater than that of the sports committee. Everyone dare not do it again, so they quickly tidy up and stand in order, but they can barely watch it.

Jiang Yike stood a little ahead, raised his head and glanced lazily at the runway.

The boy behind him sighed and complained: "It's so annoying, why do you have to do exercises in the second year of high school?"

Jiang Yike turned sideways slightly, probed and asked, "How many laps do you want to run?"

The boy shrugged: "God knows, we have to run until the music stops."

Jiang Yike was thoughtful.

He smiled contemptuously, jokingly, running laps on the playground is simply a piece of cake for his majestic Lord Mozun.

It is no exaggeration, even if the entire playground is exhausted and collapsed on the ground, he is still alive and well, and can run another ten laps or eight laps.

Thinking in this way, Jiang Yike followed Class F and integrated into the twelve teams in the playground.

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At the first 500 meters, Jiang Yike urged the students in front: "Hey, hurry up."

In the first half lap, Jiang Yike was a little out of breath.

At the end of the first lap, Jiang Yike felt like he was going to die.

His calf was sore, he staggered and ran with the classmate in front of him, he was out of breath, and he was about to collapse:

Why is this body so weak that he stopped eating after running for a short time? !

He gritted his teeth, dragged his exhausted body, and asked the students behind him in a dying voice: "Well...how long do we...have to run?"

Students in the back: "It's still early."

Master Mozun is desperate: He only ran one lap and that's it. If he really runs all the way, he won't be exhausted on the track?

For the sake of his life, Jiang Yike looked around. He saw that there seemed to be a few boys whispering to each other in front of him, and rushed in while the team was running through a small forest.

Jiang Yike's eyes lit up.

He waited patiently. Before Class F ran to another small forest, he bent down a little, sneaked out of the team and rushed in while no one was looking.

Master Mozun happily slipped into the grove, and his body, which was tense from running, relaxed.

He walked a few steps in the forest with his hands behind his back, and then he saw a person sitting on a white stone, looking up at him.

The man sat casually with his legs straight and slender.The sparse sunlight in the forest fell between the gaps in his hair, covering the corners of his eyes and brows with warmth.

Jiang Yike: "..."

Chu Nian: "...what a coincidence."

Jiang Yike was shocked: "Did you run away from Class A too?!"