Will Mozun know how to multiply today? [Traveling]

Chu Nian: "..."

Chu Nian sighed and said, "Why do you think I ran away?"

He picked up the homework book spread out on his lap, and shook it at Jiang Yike: "Look clearly——I'm helping you with your homework."

Lord Mozun: (0_0)!

Jiang Yike strolled over, and when he saw the shiny new cover, he almost guessed it was his homework.

It's just that the answer section that was originally blank has now been filled with a complete answer, and even a detailed process is attached.

Chu Nian said: "Morning reading and collecting homework, I can only use the time for running and practicing to make up, otherwise it will be too late."

Master Mozun was moved: "Student Chu Nian, I blamed you wrongly, you are really a good person."

Chu Nian, who was issued a "good person card" inexplicably: "..."

Jiang Yike was not polite, and sat down on the rock next to Chu Nian, and even pushed him to the side domineeringly.

The warm morning light drips down the leaf veins like drops of water, spreading a shimmering halo on the ground.

Jiang Yike patted Chu Nian on the shoulder and asked, "Your name is Chu Nian, right?"

"What's going to happen in the future," Jiang Yike said proudly, vowing, "Brother Jiang is covering you!"

Chu Nian lowered his head, saved his signature pen, looked at his homework and chuckled, "You really haven't changed at all."

Jiang Yike: "?"

Chu Nian raised his head slightly, his eyes were dark and dark, like the black mirror stone in the devil world that can reflect the secrets of the bottom of his heart, his face was faintly reflected.

Jiang Yike was a little dazed.

Chu Nian said: "It's okay, speaking of it—what's your name?"

The benefit of having the same name and surname as the original body was manifested, Lord Mozun said without hesitation: "Jiang Yike."

Chu Nian tightened his hand holding the pen tightly.

Master Mozun didn't realize it, and added triumphantly: "Brother Jiang, or Boss, both are fine."

"Jiang Yike." Chu Qingqing said in a low voice, passing the name between his lips and teeth, with a hint of a smile in his voice:

"remembered."

.

Jiang Yike was still interested in watching Chu Nian make up his homework, but after watching it for a while, he found that he couldn't understand it at all, so he gave up.

When the class representative collected homework after morning reading, she looked helplessly at Jiang Yike, just about to register.

Unexpectedly, Jiang Yike raised his hand lightly and said lazily, "Wait a minute."

Class representative: "Wait a minute, do you think you are an ancient?"

Jiang Yike snorted coldly, and slowly took out a rolled book from his bosom, his knuckle fingers gathered at the corners, and arrogantly shook it in front of the class representative:

"Just take a closer look at what this is."

The class representative frowned, took "May [-]" and turned a few pages, then looked up in astonishment: "The sun came out from the west? Jiang Yike, you did your homework?!"

Jiang Yike was triumphant, a small dimple appeared on his right cheek, and he smiled wildly: "How is it?"

The class representative put away the homework and asked, "What about the others?"

Jiang Yike's smile froze on his face: "Huh?"

He opened his eyes wide, his voice trembling with excitement: "Isn't there only this one?"

"You," the class representative frowned, "this is just mathematics, what about Chinese and English?"

Jiang Yike felt that the sky was falling, and said in despair: "What's going on in this high school, with so much homework?"

"Nancheng No. [-] Middle School is notoriously high-pressure."

Lu Yao, who was sleeping on his stomach, raised his head, glanced at him, and lazily said, "Brother Jiang, listen to my persuasion—"

"It's fun not to do homework for a while, but it's always fun not to do it."

Jiang Yike: "..."

Lu Yao: "Stop struggling, there's no end to it."

The class representative sighed, and pushed Lu Yao's shoulder: "Jiang Yike, don't listen to his nonsense."

She looked serious, and her tone was very sincere: "You used to have good grades in the first year of high school, but you don't know what happened in the second half of the semester, and suddenly you started to get tired of studying, and you didn't do your homework and went to class to sleep."

The class representative paused, put away the homework in his hands, and smiled at Jiang Yike: "I'm very happy that you've regained your strength."

Master Mozun felt a little guilty, and silently dismissed the plan to "tie Chu Nian home and force him to do homework every day".

But what the class representative mentioned just now made him a little concerned.

It seems that the original body studied well before, but "some things" happened, which made him discouraged and gave up studying.

But in any case, the matter of "don't do homework, let me pass through the name on the first day"——

Master Mozun thought angrily,

Unforgivable! !

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After sleeping all morning, Jiang Yike woke up from hunger.

He raised his head from the desk with sleepy eyes, looking at the math problems on the blackboard in a daze.

The bell for the end of get out of class rang long ago, but the teacher was still dragging the class.

There was a lot of noise in the corridor. Class E and Class D next door had already finished their classes. Everyone rushed to the cafeteria to avoid queuing up. Only their Class F was still trapped here.

Why haven't you finished class yet?

Jiang Yike leaned his chin against the table, and rolled around boredly, humming in his mouth.

So hungry.

I used to eat poorly in the fantasy world for a long time, which made me more sensitive to various feelings, such as hunger, thirst, pain, etc.

Although being a demon body does not need to eat and sleep, I still have no worries about food and clothing after dominating the demon world...

Jiang Yike lay prone on the table, reaching out his hand to the sunlight leaking in from the window.He looked at the thin and slender fingers, and sighed silently.

But he is a weak high school student now, where can he go to rule the devil world and let the devil find food for him? !

After lingering for a long time, he finally finished his lecture, Lord Mozun jumped up, and rushed out of the classroom with his meal card in his hands as the teacher said, "get out of class is over now——".

I slept too much yesterday and missed lunch, so this is the first time Master Mozun has tried a modern canteen.

For some reason, Yuanzhen was very afraid of the cafeteria.He would always secretly bring something, such as some bread and rice balls, and eat it by himself while hiding from others.

But Master Mozun didn't understand, and he didn't bother to think about it. He was so hungry and panicked now, he just wanted to find something to cushion his stomach.

It's a pity that the imagination is beautiful, but the reality is cruel.

When he rushed to the cafeteria, it was already overcrowded because of the procrastination.Looking around, no matter which small window there is a long queue.

Master Mozun looked at the crowd and thought about it seriously: Did I smash the cafeteria, or did I smash it?

——Of course it can't be smashed, he doesn't have that much money to pay for the renovation of the cafeteria.

Jiang Yike had no choice but to admit defeat, and randomly found a slightly shorter line and started queuing up.

The team was moving a little bit, and at this speed, they might have to wait until the lunch break was over before they could eat.

It was okay at the beginning, but after waiting for a while, there was a faint pain in the abdomen, like fine nails piercing all over the body.

Jiang Yike was a little anxious, secretly thinking that I must come earlier next time.

Just as he was thinking, someone slammed him on the shoulder.

Jiang Yike looked up, and saw a tall man standing in front of him, and said with a smile, "Let me join the team."

Little brat, don't you want to live anymore?

Jiang Yike laughed back in anger, just about to punch him, but he didn't expect someone to move faster than him.

The man walked quickly with a folder board and placed it directly in the middle, separating the two.

The tall man looked surprised: "Why are you here—"

Before he could finish his sentence, the clip board was snapped off, hitting his forehead to block all sight.

A cold voice came from behind the splint, flat but with undoubted momentum:

"Deduct points."