[Future] The counterattack of waste wood

At first, I thought that someone would just come and send Yang Jing to school, but I didn't expect that it was Zhang Jian who was waiting outside in a car. Uncle Gao sent him to the door, and gave him a few routine instructions. Get in the car.

Federal College, as the best college on the planet, is located in the most prosperous capital, Beichen City, where Yang Jing registered his marriage before, and he knew that it was half a day away from Nightmare Forest.

But obviously, Zhang Jian drove the car desperately, and they arrived at the Federal Academy before noon.

The dormitory of Federal College is built in the middle of the entire campus, connected together, and has an underground parking lot, just like a high-end apartment.

It looks like an apartment on the outside, but the dormitories are actually divided into various sizes. This is to meet students with different family conditions. As the son of Yang’s parents, Yang Jing naturally lives in a high-standard single room, and found his own according to his memory. Swipe your ID card and you're in.

As soon as Yang Jing entered the door, he was almost blinded by the dynamic photos of him and Zong Yan hanging on the wall. In the picture, the two were cuddling together, watching the sunset. The afterglow of the setting sun cast a golden tone on the whole picture. The blow made Yang Jing's slightly long hair fly back from time to time, and Zong Yan said something in his ear, Yang Jing lowered his head and smiled sweetly.

Taking a closer look, I saw large and small LCD photo frames placed on the coffee table and the window sill. The colors were so bright that people couldn't bear to look directly at them.

The system that had been silent for a long time suddenly sang: "Who is in the ear, saying, love me will never change... Wait once in a thousand years, wait once~~"

Ah, you are paralyzed, Yang Jing cursed in his heart.

Zhang Jian came in after Yang Jing, looked around, and then kept curling the corners of his mouth and tilting his head, looking at him with interest.

Yang Jing knew that Zhang Jian wanted him to make a statement, and he was angry when he saw this, so he agreed, picked up a photo frame, pulled out the chip inside, and the brightly colored picture disappeared instantly. Yang Jing pinched the chip with two fingers, squeezed it and deformed it, and then bounced it into the trash can with a bang, and turned to look directly at Zhang Jian: "Help me, let's clean up the house."

Zhang Jian didn't move immediately, but stared at Yang Jing carefully, trying to find a hint of reluctance or sadness on his face, but unfortunately, Yang Jing pointed his nostrils at him, with only impatience on his face.

Zhang Jian felt more and more that the young master of the Yang family was interesting.

Yang Jing ignored him, and walked into the bedroom alone, which was even more hung with brown things, daily necessities, clothes, and teacups. He wailed, and unconsciously turned his eyes to the sheets on the bed. In the scene of tumbling, he simply threw all of Zong Yan's things on the bed, and finally packed his bag and dragged it to the living room.

Looking at Zhang Jian again, he did not sit still, but helped to pull out the chip of the huge photo on the wall, and saw that the white wall was square and gray, very black.

After a while, the hall was filled with baggage, big and small, and Yang Jing felt that Zong Yan had more things than himself.These burdens blocked the door, Yang Jing ordered Zhang Jian: "Throw them all downstairs."

Although Zhang Jian knew that the Zhang family's marriage to Yang Jing was just a matter of circumstance, he still didn't want to see him being attached to other men. He nodded briskly, walked over a few steps, pointed his wrist at the bundles, and saw one by one, as if by magic, they disappeared in an instant without any movement.

Yang Jing stared blankly, and then realized that Zhang Jian used the "unconditional quantum teleportation" technology of the terminal. Although he knew this, he had never used it once, and almost forgot. Surprised, he subconsciously touched the terminal on his wrist.

Zhang Jiandao: "I will throw it out when I leave later."

Yang Jing walked around the house again, found some small bits and pieces that had been missed, and threw them into the trash can again.

Zhang Jian was very satisfied with Yang Jing's awareness, so he said, "Master Yang, this month's living expenses have already been credited to your account. You are alone, so take care."

Yang Jing knew that what he wanted to say in the subtext was "to do it for yourself", but he didn't care, and focused on the first half of his sentence, his eyes lit up, and he blurted out: "How much?"

Zhang Jian thought that with Yang Jing's identity, he would never ask for this money, and he was still worrying about how to persuade him, but he didn't expect him to accept it right away, he was taken aback, and Fang said: "Ten thousand federal currency."

Yang Jing recalled the prices, the Zhang family was really generous, and 1 yuan a month guaranteed him a worry-free life.

Just when he was about to say something, there was the sound of Xixi Suosuo opening the door, and the two of them looked over at the same time, because this door was high-tech, Yang Jing's first reaction was that someone had found the wrong door, so he didn't move.

Unexpectedly, after a "beep", the green light of the identification device on the wall flickered, the white door was pushed open, and a tall and straight man walked in from the outside. The man had dazzling blond hair and deep facial features. He saw someone in the room. Then he stood still at the door.

Yang Jing recognized at a glance that the person who came was Zong Yan, who was smiling softly in the LCD photo on the wall just now, suddenly appeared at the door with a blank expression, always felt a little awkward, and then Yang Jing remembered that the two people before Cohabitation, the identification system outside the door, defaults to the free entry and exit of Zong Yan.

Zhang Jian stood behind Yang Jing, the smile on his face remained unchanged, but the color of his pupils darkened, and he stared at Zong Yan without warmth.

Zong Yan's eyes swept away from Yang Jing, and instead met Zhang Jian's gaze. As the young master of the Zong family, he naturally knew that Yang Jing and Zhang Qi were married, so he looked at Zhang Jian calmly, But the latter's aura is too strong, and it's not something a student like him can suppress. They looked at each other for a while, and then took the lead to look back.

Yang Jing remembered his cold face and uttered ruthless words back then, and wished he could go up and tear his face apart, and he clenched his fists tightly with blood surging in his heart.

Zong Yan didn't bother to look at Yang Jing anymore, if there was nothing to look at, he said perfunctorily: "I thought you weren't in the dormitory anymore, I came this time to take things away."

Paralyzed, school starts tomorrow, if he doesn't come back today, when will he come back?This bitch is purely an embarrassment.

Sparks appeared in Yang Jing's eyes, and he said viciously, "Throw them all away."

Zong Yan frowned. He actually found that all the photos in the living room had been removed. He didn't really look at Yang Jing until now. He saw Yang Jing's face drooping, but his eyes were looking directly at him without evasion.

Seeing Zong Yan looking over, Yang Jing suddenly had a silent smile on his lips, and his tone was not as aggressive as before: "I don't like having other people's things in the house, and I throw them away when I come back, but they are just daily necessities. Who would have thought that you would come back to get it, or if you rummaged through the trash can, there might be some leftovers.”

Zong Yan glanced at Zhang Jian calmly again, thinking that Yang Jing would have a backer, so he said this on purpose, feeling displeased, and said coldly: "It is indeed some useless things, I just took them away because I was afraid You are sad to see."

Yang Jing was standing crookedly at this moment, and upon hearing this, he raised his neck and laughed exaggeratedly, then looked straight at Zong Yan: "What are you? Zong Yan, you take yourself too seriously, don't you?" ?”

Zongyan's pupils shrank suddenly, his eyes became deep, and he stared at Yang Jing for a moment, trying to see the flaws in his face, while Zhang Jian also stared at Yang Jing's back thoughtfully.

Yang Jing always had a mean smile on his face, never dodging Chong Yan's line of sight, without any flaws.

Zong Yan was a little confused, he knew how deeply Yang Jing loved him, he thought he would see a haggard person this time, he thought he could hear him prostrate at his feet begging, but he didn't expect to see a person who looked like nothing at all. No one hurt.

The two sides were silent for a while, then Zong Yan turned around and walked towards the door: "In that case, I'm leaving."

Yang Jing nodded behind him, and said in a light voice, "You're quick, get out."

The moment the door closed, Yang Jing put away his smiling face, stared at the door, gritted his teeth and said, "Bitch, if you commit a crime against me in the future, you'll have to cut off your lifeblood and stuff it in your nose!"

Zhang Jian only thought that he hated him because of love, and didn't say a word.

Yang Jing walked to the door in two steps, operated the identification device on the wall, kicked Zong Yan out of the default entry list, checked again, and found that no one else could enter through the terminal automatically.

After Gu Gu finished everything, Yang Jing turned around and was taken aback by Zhang Jian who was standing silently behind him, and immediately jumped up and scolded: "Paralyzed, what are you doing?"

Zhang Jian checked Yang Jing's expression for the last time, seeing that he really didn't feel sad on his face, he didn't mind his rudeness anymore.

A systematic voice sounded in my mind: "Zhang Jian's favorability has increased by one hundred."

Yang Jing could guess why Zhang Jian's favor soared, but he subconsciously raised his eyebrows.

Zhang Jian walked to him and put his hand on the doorknob: "I'm leaving, Young Master Yang, take care."

After speaking, he left.