The reborn President Jiang is also acting like a spoiled child today

As the saying goes, riches and honor do not return to their hometowns, just like traveling at night in brocade clothes.

To put it simply, if you don’t put on airs in front of people you know after you become rich, then the happiness of success and fame will be discounted by [-]%.

Ms. Jiang Zhixia, a famous entrepreneur, a well-known alumnus of Jinjiang No. [-] Middle School, and the father of the platform that many netizens love and hate, now deeply understands the refreshing feeling of returning home:

The principal cleared the way, accompanied by the dean, and the head teacher who had punished her to stand in the corridor a hundred times was full of satisfaction and honor.Under the admiring and admiring eyes of countless students in the audience, Jiang Zhixia boarded the rostrum where he used to only go up to read self-criticism when he was in trouble, cleared his throat, and published life experiences from famous alumni.

This feeling is really more refreshing than drinking a glass of iced coke during the dog days. Life should strive for such moments.

If the old man saw it, he would have nothing to say.

Jiang Zhixia was already in high spirits in his heart, but he didn't show it on his face. He maintained the unique calmness and mystery of successful people, and reached the end of his speech easily.

"Everyone has their own path. My growth path is just a reference. It is just an occasional success. Life is personal. Follow your own ideals. In the future, a vast world of freedom is waiting for everyone."

After Jiang Zhixia finished speaking, he bowed slightly as a gentleman, waiting for the enthusiastic applause from the next students.

But there was a burst of laughter from the audience, followed by a familiar voice, but with a completely different tone.

"Jiang Zhixia, is this how you criticize? Is this your attitude?"

Jiang Zhixia looked at the much younger principal who had changed into a new outfit, and couldn't help itching his teeth. Just now, the former grade director and current principal who had fought with her in the entire high school, was holding her hand and couldn't help but sigh. She had seen in high school that such a student must be extraordinary.

"Principal Jia, do you think there is something wrong with my wording?" Jiang Zhixia smiled sweetly, silently muttering to himself that it was strange for the old principal to change his clothes and come back with such a bad temper.

But he didn't want the person in front of him to turn red when he heard the words, "Jiang Zhixia, what's your attitude? Do you think I'm not the principal and not worthy to teach you?"

"Of course I don't mean it that way. Principal Jia, you have taught us for so many years. Of course I will keep in mind. Is there something wrong with the life experience I shared with my juniors?" Jiang Zhixia himself has not realized what changes have taken place around him. It was only when I looked around that I realized: Why is it different from before I came on stage?

There was also a chubby little girl standing on the stage—Jiang Zhixia's young Fa Xiaofang, and two non-mainstream people with yellow hair and yellow hair.

But I haven't seen this outfit for many years, and Jiang Zhixia subconsciously realized something was wrong.

At this time, the man on the opposite side was already so angry that the corners of his mouth were trembling. In front of all the teachers and students in the school, being squeezed like this by someone using words like this, Director Jia was so angry that he subconsciously yelled at the laughing crowd: "Quiet me!! "

Jiang Zhixia, who was about to speak, suddenly saw the familiar thin figure standing in the crowd, furious and about to hit someone.

I wipe wipe wipe! !

Jiang Zhixia's eyes widened, my old man, don't be so obsessed with it, why did you come to guard the school after you died? ?

His eyes stared at the man involuntarily.

Comrade Lao Jia on the podium became even more angry. How could Lao Jiang, who has always been diligent and well-behaved, give birth to such a daughter, and he couldn't continue to lose his temper on the podium, so he said viciously: "You all come down to me."

Three little girls with their heads down slipped past Jiang Zhixia

Huang Mao passing by gave Jiang Zhixia a thumbs up: "Sisters, awesome, you are this."

"Still performing standing up! Come down quickly!" Lao Jia roared angrily.

It's so realistic.

Jiang Zhixia felt that the world had turned into fantasy.

The three honest children were punished to stand outside, and Lao Jia grabbed Jiang Zhixia and entered the office.

Jiang Zhixia: I miss him who was kind and caring a few minutes ago. :(

Amidst Lao Jia's fierce criticism, Jiang Zhixia understood the current time point. The reason for this plot was simply a reenactment of her review meeting at the beginning of her second year of high school. Prepared for a theatrical performance.The father of the avant-garde platform, who is often mixed up in the thoughts of netizens, also knows a word called rebirth.

Jiang Zhixia secretly pinched himself, and Comrade Lao Jiang hurried over.

"Oh, Mrs. Jia, I'm sorry, this child doesn't know what's going on, she's getting more and more rebellious, she's going to be punished, I'll definitely deal with her when I go back." Jiang Qin went to appease the angry old Jia, At the same time, he quietly tugged Jiang Zhixia's clothes standing there with his hands, signaling her to apologize.

This could be a real old man.Jiang Zhixia's eyes instantly turned red.He is an old man who has not yet suffered from stomach cancer and is described as thin and alive.

"Old Jiang, this is not the way to do this. The important thing about this child is not to study, but to have a very problematic attitude. Look at her today..." Teacher Jia deliberately continued to criticize, but it was still difficult to say anything. After all, Lao Jiang It's really hard to do, but it's a pity that this child doesn't appreciate it.Turning his gaze to Jiang Zhixia, he was taken aback: "Why are you crying, I don't like you?!"

The number one naughty student who usually talks all over the world!I actually cried!After being frightened, Lao Jia suddenly felt a kind of secret cheerfulness. Sure enough, no one could not be afraid of his prestige.

"What's the matter? Are you still wronged? Apologize to Teacher Jia, you did something wrong." Jiang Qin frowned, feeling distressed, but still subconsciously educated.

Jiang Zhixia didn't force anything, and looked at Lao Jia with a smile: "I'm sorry, Teacher Jia, I promise to study hard every day in the future, work hard to make money to repay my alma mater, and try to donate [-] million or something to the school."

Lao Jia, who was secretly happy for subduing a thorny student: What the hell? ?Are you dreaming?

Jiang Zhixia: You may not believe it, but half an hour before I appeared here, I had just signed the donation ceremony.

Old Jia showed an impatient smile: "Just study hard. Think about how hard it is for your father. Jiang Zhixia, there is a time limit for rebellion. Call me those three when you go out." Old Jia decided Continue to clean up the three little weak chickens at the door.

The pitiful Fang Fang passed by Jiang Zhixia with a big sign on his face: QAQ

"Pfft—" The bad friend Jiang Zhixia couldn't help but smile, how fresh, it's been a long time since I saw such a pitiful Fang Fang.

Jiang Qin looked back at her, but didn't speak, Jiang Zhixia quickly suppressed his smile.

The two walked to the flower bed on the first floor without saying a word. Jiang Qin didn't say much, and said gently, "Go back to class." No matter what Jiang Zhixia said in the office, Jiang Qin only thought that she was doing it for Perfunctory, heart full of powerlessness.After his wife passed away, he really couldn't control his daughter more and more, but he was also powerless to criticize her.

Jiang Zhixia, who re-examined him, realized that the old man's emaciated back was a little bent at this moment.

"So what, Dad." Jiang Zhixia called out.Then he scratched his head helplessly, "I miss you so much. Really." Maybe you don't know how far away this sound is.

Jiang Qin's face froze unconsciously, his eyes were a little red, "Go to class."

Jiang Zhixia nodded, slipped upstairs, and squatted in the toilet to think about life.

A little incapable of accepting, really, what did time do to me?

He pinched himself hard: "Damn it, it really hurts."

Jiang Zhixia came out of the toilet with a mournful face, and bumped into Lao Jia.

"If you don't go to class now, what are you doing here?" There was never a time when she was pleasing to the eye.

"Go to the bathroom, just go." Jiang Zhixia showed a sincere smile of a social person, and slipped into the classroom on the third floor under Lao Jia's stare.

It turns out that the classroom in high school can really be touched with eyes closed.

As soon as Jiang Zhixia entered, he received everyone's fiery gazes.

I'm going, where am I sitting? ?

"Student Jiang Zhixia, hurry back to your seat." The familiar female teacher urged.

Behind him was the death ray cast by Lao Jia.

Jiang Zhixia: ...Ah, Jiang Zhixia quickly glanced at the pure and beautiful face in the crowd, and then saw Fang Fang behind her, and quickly located himself.

Sitting right behind the girl with a ponytail and serious study, Jiang Zhixia subconsciously gave her a bright smile, and raised her eyebrows pretending to be handsome.

Cheng Xi who received the smile was a little dazed, and looked away unnaturally.

Jiang Zhixia: Hehe.Sure enough, I'm still so shy.

Fang Fang, who watched her abnormal side, said, "Xia Xia, are you alright?"

"Fine." After receiving a huge amount of information, Zai responded simply, and quickly lay down on the desk, staring at the smooth black hair on the front desk, and began to think about this hopeless life.

Hey, Cheng Xi really looked like she was a child, so she was distracted by the way.

The author has something to say: QAQ

Readers, I’m sorry for you... Hey, thank you for the 34 little angels I received in advance, my love.

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