Will Mozun know how to multiply today? [Traveling]

Chu Nian silently glanced at the pigeon on the branch. The pigeon seemed to be frightened by his suppressed anger eyes, and quickly flapped its wings and flew away.

Chu Nian frowned, turned and left.

On the other side, Mr. Mozun, who hadn't realized that he had forgotten anything, was walking home with his schoolbag on his back.

Although he came to modern times for two days and slept in class for two days, as the former Lord of the Demon Realm, Jiang Yike still has ambitions.

In the memory of the original body, it seems that academic qualifications are very important in modern times. If you want to dominate the human world and become the hegemon of the world - it seems that you must be admitted to a university first?

Jiang Yike stretched out his hands again, and some demonic energy gathered in his palms.

Although the fog dissipated quickly like black air, at least it was much better than the first day.

In addition to being admitted to university, he had to find a way to re-train his ten-layer magic skills, Jiang Yike secretly thought.

Otherwise, relying on the weak physique of the original owner, he could barely beat someone as weak as the gangster who provoked him last time.

But if the opponent's martial arts are strong, or if there are more people, he will have nothing to do.

The original owner's aptitude is too poor, neither spiritual power nor devil energy can be gathered in the body, and it is impossible to cultivate or advance at all-this is also a big problem that is imminent.

Lord Mozun, who forgot about his promise to Chu Nian, turned left and right, and returned to the community with ease.

Although Songtao Pavilion claims to be a mid-to-low-end community, it is only due to the fact that it is close to the school and the urban area. In fact, the living quality and housing standards are relatively low.

"bang bang bang-"

Stepping on the iron stairs with dusty sneakers, his fine black hair raised a tiny arc in the air, Jiang Yike stepped up two steps at a time, and rushed upstairs briskly.

Just as he was about to knock on the door, unexpectedly, a faint voice came from the door, causing his outstretched hands to stop in front of the door.

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The voice was very rough, full of rebuke, and yelled at the other person mercilessly.

"Why do we want to raise that kid?! Can't other relatives do it? The fortress must give us the burden of eating and drinking!"

The other voice was very soft, submerged weakly under the reprimand of the male voice, with a bit of crying:

"Don't be angry...he is my sister's child, if I don't take care of him, who will take care of him?"

"What do you know, you bitch!" the man roared, "My monthly salary is only that much, and Xiao Jun of our family has to take tutoring and buy materials, how can I have time to take care of that kid?"

My aunt defended in a low voice: "Yike is very sensible, you can't—"

With a "snap", it seemed that something was swept to the ground, and there was a loud noise, which made my aunt take a deep breath.

"Sensible? Sensible ass!" The man's tone was fierce, "Don't think I don't know that you are secretly preparing materials for him to transfer!"

Auntie: "I..."

The man sneered: "Why does he really want to be sensible and want to transfer to another school? Who will pay for so much money to transfer to another school?!"

The quarrel was still going on, Jiang Yike stood at the door for a while, and finally shook his head, dispelling the idea of ​​opening the door to prevent the two of them from quarreling.

Although he was very upset as if he was being crushed by a stone, but he had only arrived in modern times for two days, and the memory of the original owner was too vague, and he didn't fully understand many things, so it's better not to act rashly until then.

He left the thin iron door in silence and walked down the stairs slowly.

The mailboxes in the community are connected, embedded in the wall in rows.Jiang Yike put down his schoolbag and sat beside the mailbox in a daze.

He looked up, and it seemed that the mailboxes of my aunt's house were full, with a pile of messy papers stuffed in and no one came to pick them up.

Jiang Yike took out a piece of paper, but it was covered with all kinds of confusing Arabic numerals, which he couldn't understand.

While studying the letter, there was a sound of footsteps behind him.A figure came out from the corner, looking at Jiang Yike with a bad expression.

A gloomy, cold voice sounded in the ear: "Why are you here?"

The man walked over a few steps, unceremoniously took the paper away from Jiang Yike's hand, and sneered: "A collection note? Are you okay, won't you be ashamed to look at it?"

Jiang Yike frowned and turned around, recognizing the person at a glance:

Xiao Jun, the only son of my aunt's family, wearing brand new clothes and expensive sneakers.

Xiao Jun's studies are mediocre. Although his aunt's family spends a lot of money on tutoring every month, they can only push him to the level of Class D of Nancheng No. [-] Middle School, which is still a long way from the top AB class.

Xiao Jun let out a "hum" from his nostrils, stepped on Jiang Yike's schoolbag strap with his feet, and rubbed it hard on the ground.

Jiang Yike really wanted to punch him on the bridge of the nose, but my aunt was so nice, it was too much to beat his son unconscious.

Xiao Jun was in a bad mood, and his voice was not in a good mood: "Let me ask you, how long do you want to eat and drink at my house?"

Jiang Yike picked up his schoolbag and glanced at Xiao Jun coldly: "Oh, then what?"

The boy was slender and looked weak.

Ever since Jiang Yike was taken home by his aunt, Xiao Jun was angry and bullied Jiang Yike openly and secretly, never giving him face.

Both of them were in class D in the first year of high school. Every time he saw Jiang Yike being blocked by several senior students in the bathroom, Xiao Jun felt very happy, and he could eat a few more bowls of dinner after returning home.

Of course Jiang Yike is still that Jiang Yike.

Only, his eyes seemed to have changed.

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Jiang Yike looked at Xiao Jun steadfastly, without a trace of a smile on his face: "If you have something to say, explain it to me."

The boy is half a head shorter, but his momentum is not weak at all.The gloomy black mist buried the light in his eyes, and dragged him into the endless abyss.

Xiao Jun was terrified by that look, and took a step back involuntarily.

what happened?

What's the matter with this kid? ?

He couldn't figure it out that the rotten persimmon who was weak and easy to pinch before would resist one day.

After seeing him, he ran away without trembling, and even dared to stare at him with that gloomy look.

Xiao Jun shook his head vigorously, expelling the panic and uneasiness that was weighing down on him from his mind.

He remembered Jiang Yike's weak appearance before, and decided that this kid was just bluffing. In fact, he must still be scared to death, so he must not lose his momentum.

Xiao Jun raised his voice a few degrees, and sarcastically said: "You are poor in study and withdrawn, you are an out-and-out burden, a loser who eats and drinks."

"We don't know how much it will cost you to eat and drink every month in our family." Xiao Jun approached him, every word filled with hatred,

"Do you have the face to stay at my house?"

He watched Jiang Yike's complexion gradually darken, he pursed his lips without saying a word, and continued to be aggressive: "You are an orphan, you can't do anything, get out of my house quickly—"

Before he could speak, he was suddenly pushed, and his whole body slammed into the mailbox embedded in the wall, making a loud "bang".

Overflowing letters fell in clusters, staining the muddy, dirty floor with white patches.

The back of Xiao Jun's head was in pain, and his ears were buzzing.Before he could catch his breath, someone suddenly grabbed his collar.

Jiang Yike tugged at his collar and pushed Xiao Jun against the letter box, his eyes were violent like a lone wolf in Xuefeng.

The murderous aura overflowed, wrapped around his hands and feet, strangled his neck, and compressed the breath in his throat into a silk thread that was about to break.

He said word by word: "I am not a waste."