The protagonist of the white lotus is set to collapse

When Zhuo Qian returned to the dormitory, the three roommates were not there.

On the way back, the prince kept silent, uncharacteristically quiet.

Zhuo Qian thought that this guy was stunned by Ning Feng's appearance of eating people just now, and was thinking about whether to comfort him, but suddenly he heard the prince sigh with emotion: "Xiao Yan is so handsome!"

Zhuo Qian: "..."

Prince Ganqing has always been immersed in the beauty of the protagonist Gong, and he just woke up.

The prince was infatuated and said: "I can't see the pimples on his face at such a close distance, his skin is so good that it looks like it has been rubbed off."

Then he changed the subject and sighed, "It's because he has such a good heart that he foolishly made friends with such a vicious friend as Ning Feng."

"I think Ning Feng is the stupid one." Zhuo Qian took out a small suitcase from the closet while talking, and put the changed clothes, packed toiletries and cosmetics in it. He continued, "Come out and be used as a target for others. Let him be the bad guys, and leave the good guys to your little Yan."

The prince retorted unhappily: "Xiao Yan is a good person."

"I didn't say he wasn't a good guy."

"Then what were you doing so weirdly just now?" The prince snorted, "Don't think I can't hear the meaning in your words."

Zhuo Qian didn't bother to talk to Wang Zi, the Du Wei, as long as the protagonist's attack was involved, the prince seemed to have lost his mind—no, this tasteless system has no brains in the first place.

Seeing that Zhuo Qian ignored it, the prince was a little annoyed, so he began to chatter: "If you want me to say that Bai Lianhua is not a good person, do you remember the way he looked at us upstairs? He is self-righteous, high above us, and we are not beggars. He Why do you look at us like that?"

Speaking of this, Zhuo Qian also felt strange.

Judging from the progress of the storyline, Shen Jialan and Yan Shuyang have not yet confirmed their mutual intentions, so Shen Jialan should not have that much hostility towards him.

But no matter what, Zhuo Qian didn't want to explore the reason anymore, Shen Jialan didn't like him, and he couldn't afford to offend Shen Jialan's ruthless character, so just avoid him in the future.

It's just that the prince's attitude of always standing in line with Yan Shuyang indiscriminately gave him some headaches.

"Don't take a bite of white lotus, he doesn't bother me much now." Zhuo Qian said.

The prince was silent for a full five seconds, and the originally vicious voice suddenly became extremely aggrieved: "What's wrong with you? You actually speak for him? You're turning your elbow!"

"That's what you say sometimes too much."

"He is our rival in love, what if I said it too much?" the prince shouted, "I just said it, and I haven't asked you to take actual actions yet."

"If you want to do it, I won't do it." Zhuo Qian resolutely refused, thought for a while, and added, "He is your rival in love, not mine."

Even if Yan Shuyang is the target person he wants to attack, he doesn't intend to put any affection on Yan Shuyang, he will go back in the future, whether it is Yan Shuyang or Shen Jialan, they are just paper people to him.

The prince was shocked by Zhuo Qian's indifferent attitude, and after a while, he started to cry: "Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo(r You're going to kill me, woo woo woo..."

Zhuo Qian vaguely smelled a hint of gossip: "The last host? I'm not the first one to attack the protagonist's attack? And why did he make his own claim? What punishment did you receive?"

It's a pity that the four questions in a row were completely ignored by the prince.

The prince just cried and ignored Zhuo Qian's words.

Zhuo Qian didn't expect that the prince looked foolish and unreliable, but he was very tight-lipped in this regard. Seeing that he couldn't ask anything, he didn't bother to waste his energy. Taking advantage of the prince's crying, he hurriedly gave the original master to Yan Shuyang The sneakers were stuffed into the suitcase.

Zhuo Qian dragged his suitcase and walked out of the dormitory building. From a long distance, he saw a few men and women forming a circle beside the flower bed and puffing away. One of them seemed to be wearing clothes he had seen somewhere.

It was just that the sky was getting dark, and the man's face could not be seen clearly.

The man seemed to have noticed him, took off the cigarette butt in his mouth, and raised his chin to his partner in his direction.

Then, the heads of the others turned around.

Zhuo Qian was very uncomfortable being looked at by these people's straightforward eyes, subconsciously quickened his pace, and quickly left those men and women behind.

Soon, he heard Zheng Shan's astonished voice behind him: "What the hell is going on? He just left without saying hello?"

It turned out that the familiar person was Zheng Shan.

Watching Zhuo Qian disappear from sight, a delicate female voice answered Zheng Shan: "Didn't you say that he was complaining that we didn't go to him today? Maybe he's still angry."

"It's been so long, no matter how angry he is, he should let it go? And we have such a big group waiting for him alone, it's too shameful for him to go away." Zheng Shan was full of complaints, thinking about it not long ago. The former Zhuoqian asked him to pay back the money, so upset to the extreme, he couldn't help but sneer, "We didn't want to talk to him before, and he pestered us like a pug, but now we accept him kindly, but he takes chicken feathers as arrows, I don’t even look at which onion I am.”

The more Zheng Shan talked, the angrier he became, and he felt more and more that he was just a toy that Zhuo Qian threw away after he finished using it.

"Maybe I'm going to climb the high branch of Yan Shuyang now, so I don't bother to be with us." After the other person taunted him, he suddenly remembered something, "By the way, Zheng Shan, you still said that he threatened you to ask us to pay back the money?"

"Yes, yes." In front of these people, Zheng Shan would still feel guilty if he lied, but in fact Zhuo Qian only wanted him to pay back the money alone, and did not mention these people.

But then he thought that these people asked Zhuo Qian for a lot of money in the name of borrowing like him, and he gradually gained momentum, "He also said that he didn't have money to hold a birthday party for Yan Shuyang because he lent us the money. It's all on us."

As soon as these words came out, everyone's faces were ugly.

"Fuck, what does it matter to us if he doesn't have money? We didn't borrow money from him recently."

"He has the guts to say these things in front of me, and see how I deal with him."

"It's shameless to give him face, let's wait and see later."

These people had just finished their harsh words one by one, when the senior director of the second grade suddenly cursed angrily: "Okay, if some students hadn't told me, I wouldn't have known that you were so courageous and dared to come here Smoking downstairs in the dormitory! The last time the deed was not enough for you to remember it? Don’t let any of you run away this time!”

The grade director is a thin, middle-aged man, but he has a very intimidating face. He hunts down students who secretly smoke all the year round, and has developed a running speed like flying. Shan waits for others.

Zheng Shan and the others trembled when they heard the sound, and reflexively threw the cigarette butts in their hands into the flower bed, and wanted to run away in all directions.

Unexpectedly, the grade director had already seen their intentions, and roared at the top of his voice: "I have already memorized your faces! Who dares to run away? Whoever runs away, I will go directly to your home to find you!"

In an instant, everyone didn't dare to move, only dared to complain in their hearts.

They have suffered so much from the grade director, and they know that the grade director is a wonderful person who will do what he says.

Among them, Zheng Shan was even more confused. He watched the grade director walk out of the school gate before he dared to pass the cigarette addiction while waiting for Zhuo Qian. He never thought that the grade director would kill him...

and many more!

Just now the director said that someone has filed a complaint?

Damn, which bastard said that? !

Before Zheng Shan could express his anger, he saw the hideous face of the senior director who was close at hand, as if he had taken several lives, his legs went limp, and he almost fell to the ground.

Turning his head to look at the others, he was shivering like a helpless quail in front of the famous grade director, and the attitude of the harsh words just now was gone.

Zheng Shan didn't even want to lose face, and begged for mercy with his palms folded: "We were wrong, we really knew we were wrong, Director Zhou, please don't invite the parents, okay?"

The head teacher didn't take this kind of thing, took out his mobile phone sternly, and dialed the number of their head teacher.

The Huagao where the original owner studied is in the most prosperous area of ​​D city, located in the south, but the uncle and aunt the original owner followed since childhood lived in the poorest and backward area of ​​D city, located in the north, close to the wilderness, where there are almost no tall buildings, all are some Ten-year-old dilapidated low-rise buildings are crowded together.

It took nearly two hours to go home from Huagao by subway and then an hour by bus, and Zhuoqian met the grade director outside the school and was delayed for a while. By the time he finished the long journey, it was completely dark.

Zhuo Qian is not familiar with this world, and the prince can't visualize the characters and scenes in his mind, he can only lead the way verbally.

Although Zhuo Qian had made enough mental preparations on the road, he was still shocked when he saw the environment here with his own eyes—there are such terrible places around the bustling metropolis D City, even the roads are not repaired, mud Rubble was piled high and low beside the ground, and the night wind blew, and the dust was flying.

Zhuo Qian's face was covered with dust, and he quickly raised his hands to cover his eyes.

After walking for about half an hour, and passing through a damp and cramped alley, I finally came to the outside of the old community where my "home" was located.

Oh no, this should be the home of the original owner's uncle and aunt.

The original owner's parents died when the original owner was five years old, and the original owner has been living with his uncle and aunt.

Zhuo Qian went up to the fourth floor with the suitcase, took out the key and was about to open the door, when the anti-theft door suddenly opened from the inside, and behind the door stood a middle-aged woman wearing an apron.

The woman casually tied her hair mixed with white silk behind her head, and her exposed face was full of signs of time and exhaustion that could not be concealed. She put one hand on the door lock, and the other carried a bag of garbage. When it turned out that it was Zhuo Qian, she seemed taken aback.

"Qianqian? Why are you back?"

Now Zhuo Qian didn't need the prince to remind him, Zhuo Qian could guess that this woman was the original owner's aunt Zhou Wenya.

Since the original owner went to Huagao, the number of times he went home was very few, and he would hang around outside during the holidays. It is not surprising that Zhou Wenya would have such a reaction.

Zhuo Qian put the key back in his pocket, and smiled at Zhou Wenya: "I haven't been back for a long time, I'll come back to have a look on the weekend."