Raiders' weak school grass is the big devil

The next day was Monday, and Xin Qi couldn't wait to come to Whitington for class, but Chi Zhen didn't show up.

The seat next to him was empty for several days. He asked Chen Xiaotong, but Teacher Changqing told him that Chi Zhen had taken a long vacation.

Xin Qi's out-of-control state also lasted for a few days, Hai Wanwan looked at him worriedly.

He couldn't hear anything.

On the way out of the school gate after school, Hai Wanwan reminded him several times in a row before Xin Qi regained consciousness, saw the cars and people waiting in front of the school gate, turned back to the teaching building and left through the teleportation array.

The young man wearing gold-rimmed glasses raised his hand to look at his watch a few times, and the boy in the Whitington school uniform said, "Brother Xueru, let's go back."

Meng Xueru looked at him: "Did you convey my meaning to him accurately?"

Xiao Mingze was helpless, he found Xin Qi and talked to Xin Qi as soon as school started on Monday.

How can he make Meng Xueru understand that Xin Qi doesn't want to see him.

Meng Xueru wants to take Xin Qi back to the Meng family and recognize his ancestors.

He is a relatively traditional person, or in other words, he is one-sided, and he should come back if he is the blood of the Meng family.

He can get along well with his half-brother Meng Fan, but he also beats people because of Meng Fan's unruly behavior.

The eldest brother is like a father, and Meng Fan is more afraid of and respects him than Meng Donglai, who has no majesty.

At first Xiao Mingze didn't understand that compared to Meng Fan who had been with him for more than ten years, Meng Xueru would rather beat up his own brother than recognize another Xin Qi whom he hadn't seen in more than ten years.

Then it didn't take him a second to figure it out, who doesn't want a younger brother who is smart, sensible, and able to provoke the leader.

Compared to Meng Fan who is useless, Xin Qi is really much better.

But no matter how good Xin Qi is, there is nothing he can do if he doesn't want to come back.

Xiao Mingze looked at Meng Xueru, and Meng Xueru looked at a pair of brothers and sisters walking past hand in hand, his eyes sank.

The little sister was covered under the cloak, holding a black bead hanging around her neck in her hand, and softly asked: "Look at the red string I bought, is it suitable for stringing small black yuan beads?" , one zero?"

Brother Gao, who was holding her hand, was wearing a hood and couldn't see clearly, but his voice was low and gentle: "It looks good."

What a warm and loving scene, it would be even better if it could be replaced by him and his younger brother.

Xiao Mingze in the car twitched the corners of his mouth, and almost didn't say anything, you were thinking of peaches, so you hurriedly asked for help from his brother Xiao Jingsheng remotely to persuade Meng Xueru to go back.

Chen Xiaotong, with his strong bare arms and a coat on his shoulders, passed by them.

On the bell tower separated by a wall, the view is wide, and this scene is in the eyes.

The scorching sun is in the sky, and the air reflects a sense of distortion under the sun.

The "two brothers and sisters", one tall and one short under the cloak, stood on the bell tower, blowing in the strong wind, without opening their mouths, but seemed to be communicating.

The tall man said: "Follow him closely and go to the master's side."

The short girl nodded: "OK."

Chen Xiaotong didn't go back to his bachelor apartment, and walked all the way to Times Square in Palm Cove.

He has his fingerprints to enter the apartment here, and there are people in it for a long time except Chi Yan.

In the dimly lit interior, the heavy curtains of the floor-to-ceiling windows were drawn, a tall figure kindly pressed Chi Chen's shoulders on the sofa, and chattered about something.

Chi Zhen, who was pale and indifferent, listened indifferently, and looked out the window.

"Xiaoqi, stay here for a while, we will pick you up soon, remember to take your medicine on time every day, and tell the big brother's assistant if you need anything..."

"Can't I come to you directly?" Chi Zhen suddenly turned his head and said, with no ups and downs in his tone, but he could clearly hear a trace of ridicule.

Only those with a guilty conscience would feel this way, the man paused hesitantly: "Sorry, Xiaoqi, second brother..."

Chi Zhen turned her head away again.

The man walked away, came to Chen Xiaotong's side, and sighed.

Chi Zhen glanced out of the window indifferently, a gust of wind lifted a corner of the curtain out of thin air, and on the balcony under the scorching sun, a girl raised her face and smiled at him.

Just like the night when I came back from Jinyin Mountain, I could feel the pouring rain even through the curtains.

Under the wet hood, the girl tilted her head and smiled obediently at him: "Master, have you seen Yi Ling?"

The name of that silver wolf, Yi Ling.

"His cold and heartless temperament, you need to take care of him."

"Yes, second brother, don't worry." Chen Xiaotong also replied in a low voice.

The door opened and closed, he looked over to the sofa, Chi Zhen was still sitting with his legs crossed, with his forehead on his cold face that he didn't want to look at them more.

Chen Xiaotong thought for a while, then stepped forward: "Do you want to go for a walk, Ah Yuan?"

"Oh, can it be?" The person on the sofa looked back sarcastically.

Chen Xiaotong was silent: "Don't treat us as enemies, Ah Yuan, neither your second brother nor I will harm you."

"For me." Chi Zhen put his hand to his lips, and pressed his back against the back of the sofa in a relaxed manner.

Don't trust anyone.

Whoever this is, also refers to him.

From this point of view, there are not many trustworthy people around him.

Sure enough, losing the memory of the past year is still too passive.

The apartment quieted down at some point, leaving him alone with a virtual artificial intelligence.

The image of Mi Lei's gentle woman was projected in the living room: "Mr. Chi, it's lunch time, please eat on time."

Chi Zhen pinched the bridge of her straight nose: "No need."

"Eating on time is good for your health. Your stomach is not good. I suggest that you order the following dishes for lunch, porridge,..."

"I said no." Chi Zhen suddenly stood up.

Mi Lei's projection looked startled: "Do you have a headache again?"

Chi Zhen silently sat down again.

Hai Wanwan got up angrily: "Ah! I can't take it anymore! What the hell is Xin Qi doing!?"

On the carpet next to Xingfu Xiaozhu's living room, Qiu Shaohong said weakly, "Cut... potatoes?"

Hai Wanwan: "I know he is cutting potatoes. Anyone with eyes knows that he is cutting potatoes. It is neither cutting potatoes nor sweet potatoes. Anyone with eyes can see that he is cutting potatoes, so why does he want to cut potatoes?" Cut potatoes?"

"...shit." Qiu Shaohong adjusted his frightened facial expression, "Maybe we can have shredded potatoes in cold salad at night."

Hai Wanwan folded his arms and shook his head: "No, Xin Qi cuts too thin."

Qiu Shaohong glanced at the kitchen: "All right, his knife skills are really good."

"Actually, I prefer stewed pork ribs with potatoes, but French fries are also good, and hot and sour potato shreds are also good, wait, what am I talking about." Hai Wanwan scratched his head, with a face of pain from being successfully diverted from the topic, "... ...Made."

"This is already the [-]nd Tudou Jun who died under Xin Qi's knife."

"How many more potatoes does he have to chop?"

"Help, I don't want potatoes again!"

Qiu Shaohong stopped hitting Hai Wanwan on the sofa with his head: "Calm down, you have to be considerate of an old-fashioned man who has been restrained by self-discipline for more than ten years. Only cutting potatoes can give him a little—— to vent his inner emotions."

Hai Wanwan stayed for a while with her hair on her head, and Xin Qi in the kitchen was still tirelessly cutting potatoes, she got up angrily again: "I don't care, I'm going to run away from home, hey, all of you are going to wander outside , just leave me alone to accompany Xin Qi to study, and now you want to force me to eat spicy food - so many potatoes, it's too deceiving!"

Qiu Shaohong was about to talk to her about what it meant to be a top student who skipped a grade and not go to high school, when Long Qianyang came out of the guest room: "Where's Xin Qi?"

Both of them pointed to the kitchen carefully.

Just now when they were emotional, they also spoke at a lower volume, not daring to let Xin Qi hear.

Long Qianyang rolled his eyes: "What are you doing so carefully? Treat Xin Qi like a glass heart!"

Xin Qi looked over in confusion.

Long Qianyang pulled him over with one hand: "Come and help Xin Qi, anyway, you are bored enough to cut potatoes."

In the hands of the tall and burly Long Qianyang, Xin Qi became like a kitten and was dragged to the guest room.

"You fight, fight!" In the room, Long Qianyang yelled at He Manzi who was wearing boxing gloves.

Under his loud voice, He Manzi also turned into a shivering kitten.

Xin Qi cast a sympathetic look, and He Manzi has been yelled at these days.

After Long Qianyang was busy with Ji Yanji's affairs, he caught He Manzi and asked him to stand up.

But obviously... It seems that it has little effect.

He Manzi couldn't even beat a sandbag, and there was a photo on it.

"This is... Zuo Fei's?"

"Why, do you want to play sandbags too, Xin Qi?"

Xin Qi's heart fluttered for a second, and he stretched out his hand - he poked the sandbag with his fingers, but the sandbag didn't move at all: "Forget it."

Long Qianyang cut his voice, he knew it.

Xin Qi still couldn't let go of his airs, doing such violent things that violated his gentlemanly upbringing.

"Forget it, let's use your strengths and see this."

"This is..." Xin Qi rubbed his chin to look at the paper in Long Qianyang's hand, "Manly training form, study plan one... Do you want me to help classmate He improve his academic performance?"

Long Qianyang slapped him on the back fiercely: "As expected of Xin Qi, what I want is your self-awareness."

Xin Qi bared his teeth and rubbed his shoulders: "The person in charge above you wrote my name...and Shaohong's."

He Manzi, who has been acting as a transparent person, came over timidly: "I'm sorry to trouble you."

Xin Qi smiled: "No trouble, I just happen to be fine for a while, it's just... your college entrance examination is half a month away, can you really hold on in these ten days?"

After Xin Qi finished speaking in one breath, He Manzi was stunned, looked at him, looked at Long Qianyang, and faced Long Qianyang's murderous gaze, gritted his teeth and replied, "I can!"

"Very good." Xin Qi's eyes were no longer appreciative, but excited.

Letting a scumbag achieve impressive results in a short period of time is the best thing for all good teachers to gain a sense of accomplishment.

It is also a good way to divert attention.

Long Qianyang proudly raised his head towards the two outside the door.

"Listen, your time is running out. In half a month, you will not only have to win the college entrance examination, but also challenge Zuo Fei in the boxing ring, making him lose everything...don't you Speak, listen to Lao Tzu!"

On the way out, Long Qianyang patted He Manzi's shoulder tenderly, "I know this sounds far-fetched, but you have to know, who do you think you were guided by, the one who stood by your side was once the brave man who saved the world?" !"

Xin Qi smiled awkwardly but politely at the right time, Hai Wanwan and Qiu Shaohong couldn't cover their mouths and burst out laughing.

He Manzi raised his hand tremblingly.

Long Qianyang said: "Speak."

He Manzi was weak: "I just have one question, Brother Long, when did I send out a letter of challenge to Zuo Fei...?"

Long Qianyang said: "Wait."

He Manzi raised his hand and wanted to say something else.

Long Qianyang stared: "Don't you want to get back the place where you got slapped at the food stall!"

He Manzi put his hands down, and Xin Qi let Long Qianyang calm down.

Long Qianyang's goal is to get Zuo Fei to kneel down and sing Conquer, but He Manzi obviously doesn't have such lofty ambitions yet.

Angrily, Long Qianyang rushed to a multi-functional entertainment club booked by Qiu Shaohong, leaving Xin Qi and the others to race at the racecourse.

That neat skill stunned the equestrian coaches on the side.

Xin Qi sighed a little, such a life of galloping horses is only found in another world, and it has been nearly half a year since he came back in a blink of an eye.

Qiu Shaohong yawned: "You play, I'll go in and catch up on sleep."

"Thanks for your hard work." Qiu Shaohong works in the state department and has a lot of things to do. Xin Qi feels a little guilty about why he should worry about his affairs when he comes to Xingfu Xiaozhu.

Qiu Shaohong waved his hand and went in, seeing that He Manzi couldn't get on the horse even with the help of the coach, Xin Qi said, "Would you like to get on my horse for a run?"

Maybe it won't be so scary if someone takes it for a run.

Long Qianyang also yelled in the distance: "Xin Qi, bring him here, I'll teach him!"

He Manzi looked up to see Xin Qi riding on the horse. He was dressed in a riding uniform, outlining a slender figure. He smiled elegantly and charmingly in the sun, and his calm and elegant demeanor was unrivaled.

In a trance, it makes people think that the brave man who can save the world in the comics should look like this.

"Thank you." He said softly, held Xin Qi's outstretched hand, stepped on the stirrup, clicked, and stepped on nothing.

His back was cool, as if someone was staring at him.

Xin Qi turned his head and followed his line of sight, and there was nothing unusual about the upstairs windows: "What's wrong?"

He Manzi said awkwardly, "Why don't you forget it?"

The author has something to say: He Manzi: I always feel that riding on Xin Qi's horse is the time of his death...