Will Mozun know how to multiply today? [Traveling]

The black robe before was still too cumbersome and heavy, but in fact Jiang Yike did not have the usual tall figure of the demons, but leaned more toward his mother's side, that is, of human blood.

Compared with the tall and big demons, he can be regarded as very thin, the kind who can be completely submerged in the crowd.

Even compared with modern people, he is thinner, which fits the old-fashioned westerly thin temperament in TV dramas.

The collar of the white shirt was wide open, with only a few buttons loosely tied underneath, and the slightly protruding bones could even be seen through the thin layer of fabric.

Jiang Yike was lazily leaning against the door. Students carrying schoolbags would pass by from time to time, and most of them would poke their heads and look at him curiously.

I came at the right time, right?

Jiang Yike looked around worriedly, and frowned at the huge clock hanging in the middle of the school building.

It's 12:30!This seat came neither early nor late, just right, but I don't know why that kid Chu Nian hasn't come out yet.

He waited patiently for a while, but before Chu Nian came out, he caught a glimpse of a face that was five points like himself.

Jiang Yike's face was flushed, surrounded by a group of people and pushed forward, and he was mercilessly beaten all the way in front of him.

He didn't know what he was nervous about, and stood in front of Jiang Yike awkwardly against the expectant eyes of the classmates behind him, his voice faltering: "That, that..."

"Yo," Jiang Yike laughed at him, "Isn't this Yike?"

The students behind were excited, and whispered in a low voice: "The two of them look alike, and they are indeed acquaintances!"

Someone even leaned over and whispered excitedly in his ear: "Yike Yike, who is this person, do you know him well?"

Jiang Yike's head was getting bigger, and his voice was suppressed: "Actually, this one, I..."

Jiang Yike watched the excitement for a while with great interest, and finally stretched out his hand and patted the opponent generously on the shoulder.

He then stretched out his arms, took Jiang Yike over, and said with a smile, "Hey, listen to me! This is my little brother!"

The opponent's movement was too sudden, and Jiang Yike was so frightened that he didn't dare to move.

He secretly looked up at the window of class C-1, but a row of people looked over and found that Chu Nian, who was standing there just now, had disappeared.

It's over, it's over, Jiang Yike's heart is ashamed, and the Lord Mozun half embraces his shoulders, muttering in his heart, I'm already so cold.

"I'm his boss."

Jiang Yike stretched out his hand and pressed his thumb against his chest, his voice was wanton and insolent:

"I'm covering him. If you want to make trouble with him in the future, you'll have to take the trouble to consider the pros and cons."

It's just that when he made what he thought was a very imposing speech, the others didn't seem to be afraid at all, but became even more excited.

What's going on with these modern people?

Jiang Yike frowned dissatisfiedly, let go of Jiang Yike who was trembling into a ball, and patted him on the shoulder by the way: "Why are you shaking? I won't beat you up."

Jiang Yike wanted to cry but had no tears: "...I'm sorry!"

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Unexpectedly, the handsome guy at the school gate was not as cold as imagined, but rather approachable. The students cheered and surrounded him, and almost pushed Jiang Yike out.

Jiang Yike answered the questions patiently at the beginning, but was almost exploded by a group of chattering voices later on.

Calm, calm, calm.

If you smash down the entire wall here, Chu Nian will have to pay you money.

It is estimated that the lost money can buy hundreds of fried chickens, it is not worth it!

Jiang Yike murmured silently in his heart, suppressed the anger in his heart, and replied through gritted teeth: "I'll say it one last time, not an actor, not a star, not an anchor, not singing, not dancing, not recording videos!"

He waved his hand aggressively, splitting a sharp arc, "If you say another word, I'll smash it—"

Jiang Yike originally meant to point to the wall, but with a wave of his hand, his fingertips almost brushed the bridge of the nose of the person beside him.

"Young Master."

Chu Nian was pointed at directly, his face remained unchanged, and his voice was as calm as ever.

My God, why is this man elusive and walking quietly? !It's not that he didn't pay attention to the surrounding environment, but he didn't know when Chu Nian came to him and how long he stood beside him.

Jiang Yike faltered instantly, he quickly withdrew his hand, and smiled at Chu Nian as if to flatter him: "Ah, when did you come, Chu Nian?"

"Just now." Chu Nian replied.

He tapped on the splint in his hand, and said to the surrounding students: "Surround the school gate, block normal traffic, and deduct points if you don't go."

As soon as the word "point deduction" came out, it was like a shocking boulder falling down, and the students couldn't care less about watching, and they all disappeared in the blink of an eye.

"Yo, what are you?"

Jiang Yike patted Chu Nian on the shoulder and said, "You're abusing your power, student vice president."

Chu Nian smiled irrefutably, and did not refute: "I will review."

"Apart from reviewing this, what else?" Jiang Yike glanced at him, then smiled and put his arms around Chu Nian's shoulder.

When he took over the original owner before, he still unconsciously kept a certain distance from the other party, and he didn't get too close.

But after Chu, he leaned over very naturally, leaning lazily on the other's shoulder.

"Why don't you make a list?" Chu Nian let Jiang Yike lie on his side, his voice was slow, "I will review each item one by one slowly."

Jiang Yike was amused by his words, and his long hair, which was already crooked, was trembling restlessly, making it even more crooked.

"You admit it?" He laughed at Chu Nian, "Believe it or not, I will list hundreds of things, and write that you doubt life."

"That's a confession."

Chu Qingnian said, every word was as soft as velvet, and he hugged him tenderly in his arms.

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Jiang Yike said hello and ran away, leaving Chu Nian and Jiang Yike walking slowly on the sidewalk outside the school.

The soft clouds are piled up, like cotton candy in the sky, and the warm wind blows along the cheeks, making people want to roll comfortably.

"Shaojun, modern times are not as good as before. If you want to live for a long time, you need to deal with the issue of documents first."

While Jiang Yike was still thinking about what to eat tonight, Chu Nian was already thinking about the future.

"You have to enter your information into the system, and then you have to apply for an ID card, a residence permit..." He pointed his chin with his finger and said thoughtfully.

ID card, residence permit?

Jiang Yike rubbed his hair and said embarrassedly: "Then what should I do?"

"Now I have time, let me take you to take a photo," Chu Nian said, pointing to a photo studio not far away, "After you have a photo, go to the police station to register your information."

Although he could easily issue a false certificate for Jiang Yike, it was not a long-term solution after all, and it would be more reassuring to apply for a formal one.

So, Jiang Yike was led by someone and brought to the photo studio.

"Identity photos with white background and blue background." Chu Nian asked someone at the counter, and Jiang Yike sat on a chair bored, waiting for Chu Nian.

It was a young brother who took the photo. He lowered the blue cloth background, and while fiddling with the camera frame, he looked at Jiang Yike from the corner of his eye, and asked in a low voice, "Your hair is so long... How long have you kept it?"

"Ah, hair? Well, it seems a bit too long." Jiang Yike stretched out his hand to fiddle with his long hair, and replied, "I don't know, hundreds of years?"

Photographer: "???"

Although he told the truth, the photographer was surprised, obviously he didn't believe this "hundreds of years".

Chu Nian took a comb and came out. He looked at Jiang Yike's crooked headband and sighed helplessly: "Yike, let me straighten your hair for you."

Ah, the peace and trust of Chu Nian!

Jiang Yike was very grateful, and immediately turned around and sat down, with his back to Chu Nian, he said: "Then it will be troublesome."

Chu Nian held up a lock of long hair, gently inserted it into the hair gap with a wooden comb, combed it down gently, and carefully brushed away the entangled ends of the hair.

The black hair lay in his palm, soft as brocade and dense as silk, with a slight cold touch.

Chu Nian combed every strand carefully, then tied it tightly with a hair band, and tied a rather elegant slipknot.

"Okay." He let go of his hand, letting the long hair in his palm fall down, dyeing a cloud of light ink.

Jiang Yike was dishonest, the first thing he did was to reach out and fiddle with the knots in his hair.

He poked it with his fingers a few times with great interest, and pulled one end of the hair tie with his hand, and found that it was tied securely. He was very satisfied and said: "Not bad, I tied it loosely, and it is said that it is even crooked."

"Go and take a picture, it will take a few minutes," Chu Nian said with a smile, "I'll go out and buy you milk tea."

Jiang Yike hummed a little tune and nodded, Chu Nian opened the door and walked out, and he sat down on the chair according to the arrangement of the photographer brother, and silently straightened his back.

"Okay, the expression doesn't have to be too serious, it's good to be relaxed and natural," the photographer adjusted the angle and said the precautions, "you can smile, but not too much."

He turned on the flashlight, then looked at the camera, sighing silently in his heart.

After opening a photo studio for so long, he has never encountered such a 365-degree person with no dead angle, no matter how he takes pictures, and any expression is good-looking.

Jiang Yike looked directly at the camera, with high mowed hair and sharp eyebrows, like a fragile glass bead, noble and somewhat arrogant.

There is a sense of purity that is not at all restrained, flamboyant and enthusiastic.

If Jiang Yike could hear the photographer's inner emotions, he would probably stand up with a smile, and without changing his face, he would pick up a several-ton glass bead and smash it into someone's store.

But he couldn't hear it, so he sat quietly in the chair as instructed.

There were several "clicks, clicks", and the camera brother removed the SIM and connected it to the computer: "It's finished shooting, wait a moment, I'll fix the picture for you."

However, he moved the mouse to the smudge tool and shook it for a long time, but he was still a little bit at a loss.

Sure enough, being good-looking is an advantage, and the ID photos can be taken so perfectly that they look like they are walking out of a painting.

Jiang Yike swayed over, looked out curiously, and then froze in place.

——It's so stupid, how can you take such a silly picture.

I looked at the camera blankly, with a blank expression, not knowing what I was thinking.

Master Mozun rested his forehead and sighed, walked away silently, and slumped on the chair without love for life, not wanting to move.

Chu Nian happened to come back with milk tea, and Jiang Yike cheered up when he saw him, and said eagerly, "I want the cup on the right! The pudding looks a little more!"

Chu Nian remained silent, and handed him both glasses.

He went to the counter to get the photo, and Jiang Yike drank milk tea very happily.Chu Nian asked the cameraman to print at least a dozen copies of different sizes, filling a small plastic bag.

The two came out of the photo studio, Jiang Yike swallowed a large piece of fairy grass, suddenly remembered something, and asked, "Chu Nian, I have a question for you."

"Just tell me directly," Chu Nian said, "don't ask me."

Jiang Yike shook the milk tea in his hand, and said, "What I want to ask is your half-brother—what's his name, I can't remember."

Chu Nian said, "Chu Ronghuai?"

Jiang Yike looked at the empty cup on his right hand that he had unknowingly drunk, and at the milk tea on his left hand that he had already taken a big gulp of, and suddenly felt guilty.

"That's right, that's him," Jiang Yike stuffed half of the remaining milk tea into Chu Nian's hands, and continued, "How are you going to deal with him?"

"Deal with it? No need to deal with it."

Chu Nian stuffed the milk tea back into Jiang Yike's hand, then smiled lightly and said, "He's dead."

Jiang Yike: "..." Are you so ruthless?

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