The national teacher dressed as a rich and noble son

Shang Yange looked down at the ball on the ground, his eyes glanced coldly at Shang Yanyu, and his younger brother immediately ran upstairs to sleep with interest.

Shang Yanyu stepped on the wooden stairs with bare feet, not daring to make a loud voice. He saw his brother get angry in high school, and he was not easy to mess with. If the person sitting on the ground was replaced by him, he would have been kicked over the table. Kicked off to sleep.

Thinking about it this way, Shen Chen, a dog-headed psychiatrist, is quite professional, and now high school students dare to pull a tiger's whiskers.

Shang Yange thought about it for the past two days, and the report was not binding on Xie Yubo at all, sixteen times a day, more frequently than before.

When he didn't know, Xie Yubo used all kinds of cover-ups to avoid him, and rarely had a chance to tell his fortune a day.It's good now, the secret business has turned to the public, that's called unscrupulous, and I'm sure I can't do anything with him.

Sometimes pretending to be good, sometimes selling miserably, sometimes rebellious, with frequent tricks.

If Shang Yange backed down today, the rule would be abolished tomorrow.

Shang Yange: "Go to sleep and write tomorrow."

The ancient standard biological clock of the Great Master, who worked at sunrise and rested at sunset, made him sleepy, and two lines of tears welled up from the corners of his eyes: "Even if you drive me away, I will go back to my room and continue writing... oh! "

His body lightened suddenly, Xie Yubo was "carried" up by Shang Yange, took a step back, and threw him on his bed.

Shang Yange was so angry that he couldn't put Xie Yubo back because of his feelings, and he still had to hide under the covers and work!

What else can I do?I can only look at it under my own eyelids.

Shang Yange confiscated the mobile phone, locked it in the safe, turned off the lights and pulled the quilt, and ordered forcefully: "Sleep."

Xie Yubo was completely awakened, and with that sip of strong tea, he no longer felt drowsy, he couldn't make a plan, and his mobile phone was gone. His eyeballs rolled around, shining brightly in the dark, cunning and agile.

"Since I don't have a mobile phone, I'll give an oral report to Mr. Shang." Xie Yubo leaned closer to the tyrant's ear, "You have to count it yourself, I don't care if you meet the four hundred characters or not."

Shang Yange's earlobe seemed to be touched by soft cotton, and his whole body stiffened instantly. He covered Xie Yubo's mouth, "I don't listen."

Xie Yubo: "..."

It's really embarrassing for the national teacher.

Both hands were restrained, Xie Yubo stretched out the tip of his tongue against Shang Yange's palm.

Shang Yange froze: "Can I sleep?"

He shifted thinking: "I have a six o'clock meeting tomorrow. I'm going to be up at five, and I just went to bed half an hour ago."

Xie Yubo became obedient in an instant. He didn't think there was anything wrong with the six o'clock meeting. He didn't know enough about modern enterprises. He only knew that tyrants used to go to court before dawn.

"Hmm..." Xie Yubo nodded vigorously, letting go of me.

Selling miserably, everyone can sell, Shang Yange suddenly realized the essence of getting along.

"Be good." Shang Yange suppressed his voice, covered Xie Yubo with a quilt, and then took the initiative to leave a gap of [-] centimeters between the two.

A gentleman does not stand under a dangerous wall.

Xie Yubo listened to the breathing of the tyrant next to him, his black and white eyes were wide open, and lying here, his emotions after a day of excitement finally calmed down, and he pulled himself out of the excitement of finding the tyrant.

Xie Yubo turned his face away and looked at Shang Yange's peaceful sleeping face.

In other words, how can others snore and sleep on the side of the couch.

He used to stay late in the palace, and he would stay overnight. Although he had never slept in the dragon bed, he would not be too far away from the tyrant, and he would stay in his bedroom.

The tyrant then was as he is now, showing no discomfort.

The change happened after he fell into a coma.

He will always remember that Shang Yange rescued him from the golden stage, taught him to be a free person from stroke to stroke, gave him meat to eat, and gave him a status under one person.

He also couldn't forget that the tyrant ordered him to be locked up in the National Teacher's Mansion. No matter whether he pretended to be sick, pretended to be injured, or pretended to flee the National Teacher's Mansion, the tyrant never gave him a look.

To this day, Xie Yubo would not be so stupid as to accept the reason of "high meritorious deeds". The reason why the tyrant did not let him tell his fortune was because he was afraid that he would be backlashed?Xie Yubo was sure that the tyrant owed him "concern".

Xie Yubo turned over, not wanting to look at Shang Yange's face again.

The most reasonable explanation for the absurd past is that he is actually a small follower raised by the tyrant. The tyrant treats him well, and he knows how to repay his kindness.

Until one day, the tyrant discovers that the little follower is not omnipotent, he will be injured, comatose, and die...it will become his weakness.

Therefore, the tyrant would rather choose not to let him tell his fortune, so that he would not owe him; if he did not meet him, he would not worry about him.Time will forget everything.

The negative emotions he brought to the tyrant were far greater than the benefits, so after he fell into a coma, he was given up by the tyrant.

This is the wise and mighty decision of an emperor, and that's all.

The bond between them was not so deep that he was the only one. Daliang could not have a national teacher, and the tyrant could not see him.

If it was him, the Great Master thought embarrassingly, unless he died, he would try to stay by his side.

He really stayed in the capital until he died.

……

Shang Yan got up and found Xie Yubo huddled on the other side of the big bed, frowning tightly, as if he was very unhappy in his dream.

"Jade silk?"

"Ok?"

The moment Xie Yubo opened his eyes, Shang Yange clearly saw the grievance and blame. He thought about his tough behavior last night, and he was as gentle as remedial, "Wake up when you wake up, clean up in the morning, and we will go Look at your mother."

Xue Jing was about to have an operation, Xie Yubo and Xue Yiming agreed to fly abroad to see her.

"Are you going too?"

Shang Yange: "Yes."

Xue Yiming's reliability in Shang Yange is zero.

When he was about to board the plane, Shang Yange had something to do temporarily and it took two hours to deal with it.

Considering that there is Xie Chenbo on the other side, sending one side to another and flying the whole journey in the sky, Xie Yubo must not be lost, so Shang Yange let his uncle and nephew get on the plane first.

"Foreign countries are no better than domestic ones. Yubo doesn't understand the language, so you must always follow your brother and don't run around." Shang Yange was worried, fearing that Xie Yubo's skills would not be acceptable in foreign countries.

Xue Yiming pushed the sunglasses, and the parents next door who sent the elementary school students abroad alone didn't talk too much.

Isn't Uncle Ben a reliable parent?

The business class is spacious and comfortable, and there are not many people, all of whom are Chinese faces.

Next door to Xie Yubo was a very bookish middle-aged man, about fifty years old, who had been reading a scientific research magazine.

Xue Yiming's life seems to be going well recently, he has no worries, and can chat with anyone. He read the magazine in the middle-aged man's hand. It is about technology, and it seems that he has a background in science and engineering.

He couldn't stay idle, so he found an entry point for chatting and chatting with people about domestic measurement technology.

The middle-aged man seemed to be very interested in this topic, but he just clicked on it and didn't have an in-depth conversation.

"To make progress, it ultimately comes down to the accuracy of the measuring instrument."

Xue Yiming nodded, yes, some problems cannot be solved by manpower.

He saw that the other party didn't want to talk too much, and was going to talk to his nephew. Recently, Lu Shen went on a hard job abroad, and his uncle was full of energy every day.

Relying on his good looks, Xie Yubo borrowed beautiful letter paper and pens from the stewardess.

Xue Yiming: "Didn't you write a letter to President Shang right after we left?"

"How is it possible?" Xie Yubo glanced at his uncle in confusion, it wasn't ancient times anymore.

He happily handed the letter paper to the middle-aged man next door: "Can you sign it for me?"

This is a scientist, live!

The kind of great scientist who would invent refrigerators, TVs, and mobile phones!

The Great Master's current favorite type of person.

Qu Anguo's expression tightened, and he said with a smile: "My kid, did you recognize the wrong person? Do I look like a celebrity?"

Xie Yubo confirmed in a low voice: "Aren't you a scientist?"

Qu Anguo really didn't expect that someone would recognize him as an unknown laboratory worker, but thinking of the mission of this trip, he waved his hand and said: "I am not."

He was a little wary. This pair of uncles and nephews who were too young and handsome suddenly started talking to him, a bad old man. No matter how you looked at it, it was suspicious.

Xie Yubo didn't ask for an autograph, and felt a little disappointed. He fixed his eyes on Su Anguo's eyebrows, and suddenly said, "You have to be careful."

Qu Anguo's fingers pinching the pages of the magazine suddenly tightened, and then he returned to calm.

"If you don't want to sign it, can I sign it for you?" Xie Yubo drew a picture of a ghost on the letter paper, and it was involuntarily stuck in the Qu'an Guo Magazine.

He returned to his seat, closed the cabin door, and asked Xue Yiming in a low voice: "There is a strange thing, why are some scientists in danger when they go out?"

Aren't they the treasures of the world?

Xue Yiming didn't know where Xie Yubo heard the story, which gave him technical barriers and industry suppression.

Xie Yubo suddenly realized that the more advanced the technology, the more brutal the competition, the law of the jungle has never changed.

Fortunately, the tyrant is now just an ordinary overlord, and he no longer has to worry about more profound and complicated state affairs.

Otherwise, with the current economy and population size, if he wanted to help the tyrant, he would probably be backlashed to death countless times.

A tyrant is not a tyrant, and the national teacher is still a worried national teacher.

It may not be enough for him to give Qu Anguo a talisman to save his life. For this person, the task is heavier than life.

Xie Yubo said to Xue Yiming: "Uncle, help me carry it. After landing, the time can be long or short, it depends on you."

Xue Yiming didn't understand what Xie Yubo meant, he had a bad intuition, "Don't be a fool."

Xie Yubo blinked: "The people have faith, and the country has power."

Before and after Xue Yiming's contact, he was very shrewd, and had a vague guess about what Xie Yubo was going to do, but how can ordinary people meddle in this?

The uncle stared at Xie Yubo closely, and got off the plane with him, and saw Xie Chenbo from a distance, and the three of them waved to each other, and suddenly a few people walked over, and Xie Yubo disappeared.

"I promise to be safe."

Qu Anguo followed the crowd out of the airport, and despite the inexplicable incident on the plane, his steps were still very steady.

Suddenly, his elbow was caught, pulling him to another passage, he remembered Xie Yubo's warning, turned his head in a panic, and saw the young man who boarded the plane together, "You..."

Xie Yubo: "You are being watched, follow me."

Qu Anguo was vigilant: "Why should I trust you?"

Xie Yubo was troubled for a moment, and poked his own face. The milky white skin showed the advantages of youth, "With my yellow skin?"

Su Anguo: "..."

"Black hair and brown eyes?" Xie Yubo held him tightly, "You can't believe it anyway."

Xie Yubo stopped a taxi: "Sir, what is your destination?"

Qu Anguo still didn't trust him, Xie Yubo pointed to the two cars not far away, at this time three people got out of the car, looking for something in a hurry.Although the three of them are in regular clothes, their eye movements are as sharp and agile as they have experienced many battles.

Xie Yubo said in a low voice: "I used a blindfold, they couldn't see our faces, but we don't have much time, I know you are here to find old friends to get materials."

"Your childhood friend, a famous semiconductor material scientist, intends to return to China but is restricted from leaving the country. He is angry but helpless. He wants to give you the information of a new research and let you pass it on to the motherland."

Xie Yubo revealed the mystery of "Oriental Metaphysics" all over his body.

Qu Anguo saw the danger of those people, and chose to trust Xie Yubo if he didn't believe it.Even if the other party has this ability, even if he doesn't believe it, he can't hide any secrets. He even doubts that Xie Yubo can communicate in disguise instead of him.

"Okay, I believe you." Qu Anguo said the name of a hospital.

The two took a taxi there, and Qu Anguo and a Chinese visited the patient together. When they left, they naturally took a laptop from the man.

"I thought I would fail this time too, but I didn't expect..." The man looked at Xie Yubo with a smile on his face. If Xie Yubo hadn't called him just now, he would have regarded Qu Anguo as a passerby. .”

Seeing more famous scientists, Xie Yubo said modestly, "You are the best, and your scientific research has no boundaries."

The master of the country, with his heavenly eyes, can't understand what is written in the computer. After being illiterated by the tyrant, he hasn't experienced the feeling of being illiterate for a long time. Is this the highest state of a scientist?

Chu Anguo: "..." Is this the plastic exchange of metaphysics and science?

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