The boss always thought we were looking at each other

He Ci asked Xue Ya that Yan Yu should have come to the administrative building here, so he followed.I didn't think about the words, I didn't think about what I was doing here, but Lu Xuan was too noisy, so he came.

Lao Jiang's office is on the third floor, it is empty, many teachers should have gone to class, only Lao Jiang is alone.

Lao Jiang was grading Chinese papers cursingly, frowning so much that a fly could be killed, before he could swallow a sip of green tea, he saw He Ci at the door with a glance, and the resentment disappeared.

"Hey!" Lao Jiang slapped his thigh and beckoned him to come and sit down, "He Ci, how are you feeling recently?"

He has always known about those things in He Ci's family, he didn't want the child to have any psychological burden because of these things, so he specially made him the class monitor, and hoped that he could communicate with everyone more.

As a result, looking at the situation in the past six months, even if He Ci became the class monitor, he still couldn't forget about his father, and the attitude of the students here towards him was not much better than before.

He Ci said 'um', didn't sit down, and stood in front of Lao Jiang, remembering that Lu Xuan thought his 'um' was perfunctory, and said, "It's good."

Lao Jiang didn't speak, and looked at him with a smile, "Since Yan Yu didn't come, I'll trouble you to tell him about him."

"he came."

The tone of rejection in the voice was particularly obvious.

Lao Jiang knew that He Ci was most afraid of trouble, and He Ci was more silent than three years ago.

He had seen the live broadcast of He Ci's defense at Beijing University four years ago. At that time, He Ci was young, but facing the various masters of Beijing University, he spoke sonorously and forcefully, without any stage fright, and even his eyebrows and eyes were full of joy. Endless scenery.

Lao Jiang held his old cattail fan, and the old god patted He Ci on the shoulder on the ground, picked out the paper of Yan Yu from the back stack of papers, and pointed to the last composition for him to read.

"Yan Yu is a fun kid, I think you two should be able to chat."

He Ci lowered his eyes.

I'm the Savior.

I am the savior.

The words and metaphors are very arrogant, not only using English as the topic on the Chinese paper, but even conspicuously occupying three lines, and only writing this sentence in the entire composition.

"Yan Yu's mother called me today." Lao Jiang held up his reading glasses, twirled his fingertips with his saliva, and turned to the next student's test paper. He will not pay a penny for Yan Yu's living expenses and education expenses, just because they feel that Yan Yu is not worth wasting so many resources."

Old Jiang's voice was light, but He Ci could hear the anger in his heart.

Sure enough, Lao Jiang slapped the table angrily in the next second, "Damn it, you can earn tens of millions a year. I heard that it is going to be listed abroad this year. What's wrong with raising a son! Oh, by the way, pay more attention to me. Yan Yu, if he runs out of money these two days, please remember to tell me."

He Ci didn't respond.

He remembered that yesterday he said that his family was bankrupt.

Hearing what Lao Jiang said, Yan Yu was not bankrupt, but his family didn't want him, and he probably didn't know about it yet, only thinking that there was a problem with his family company.

"He Ci," Lao Jiang looked up, his wrinkled face showed the vicissitudes of time, "Do you know why I think you two get along well?"

He Ci's dark eyes remained unchanged until he heard Lao Jiang say,

"You are good boys, you have done nothing wrong and should not be abandoned."

**

He Ci was a little dazed, he rarely had such emotions.

The most distant time was three years ago, when he watched the man being handcuffed and brought into the police car, and then he watched the woman clean up the family's property with accusations, and threw the babbling little girl to him.

Finally, I saw that yellow cold seal stuck on the gate of the villa.

Even if he changed his life in the city, those things followed him like a shadow, and he couldn't get rid of them.

He doesn't know how to tell Yan Yu about this, or worse, not only is he not good at comforting people, but he will hide the matter, just like he lied to He Jin.

So He Jin didn't know until today that the person who sent her father to prison with his own hands would be her brother.

There was a lot of movement at the end of the first floor.

An arrogant voice came from there.

Through the crack of the door, he saw Yan Yu sitting on the table arrogantly, holding two application forms in his hand, and was concentrating on picking out the two photos on the application form.

"What kind of glue do you use?" Yan Yu was discouraged, raised his head, casually threw the paper on the ground, let out a sigh of relief, and said in a soft tone, "It's so sticky, is it your skin?"

"Ah, your name is Li Shaojie. He Ci's scholarship application form was handed in by Lao Jiang." It’s not right to use the tricks of the three indiscriminate ones.”

"So what if it was Lao Jiang who did it, as long as you don't tell it, who knows we did it?" The boy named Li Shaojie didn't panic at all when he heard Yan Yu say this, and snorted coldly, as if to seduce him, " Yan Yu, isn't your family also bankrupt, aren't you anxious to pay off your debts? If you cooperate with us, we will give you half of the scholarship!"

"How much?" Yan Yu asked him, propping his chin.

"His three thousand, I'll give half of it to you!" Seeing that he was hooked, Li Shaojie couldn't help throwing out a bigger bait, "And we will vote for you in future poverty applications!"

It is a metaphor for 'ang'.

Seeing him like this, Li Shaojie couldn't help but raise the corners of his mouth, what's wrong with the rich second generation, why don't they still let him manipulate him?

"But it hurts when He Ci hits someone."

Yan Yu jumped down from the table, stepped on the application forms of the two of them, and bared his two bright white canine teeth, "If He Ci is not included in the scholarship list, you two can try my fists, okay?"

Yan Yu went out beautifully, forgetting about looking for Lao Jiang long ago.

He Ci stood in the corner of the stairs, watching Yan Yu humming a little tune as he walked out of the administration building.

That small appearance, strange complacency.

His gaze moved down a few inches, and landed on Yan Yu's fist, which was smaller than a steamed bun, and fell silent.

With a bang, the office door was slammed open.

"What can a bankrupt rich second generation do to us? He is arrogant in front of me. I can't do anything to him if he is not bankrupt. Now that he is bankrupt, he can try whose fist is bigger!"

Li Shaojie came out aggressively, suddenly felt a chill all over his body, stopped in his footsteps, his eyes slowly fell on a figure in the corner, and suddenly fell silent.

He Ci was expressionless, but raised his eyebrows slightly, causing Li Shaojie to take half a step back in fright.

Li Shaojie didn't quite understand the darkness in his eyes, but he knew one thing. Since Yan Yu could hear it outside the door, He Ci must be able to hear it too.

As smart as He Ci, you can know what he's doing just by listening to two or three sentences.

Li Shaojie didn't dare to think too much about it, he didn't dare to forget that half a year ago those from the attached high school were beaten to the bone by He Ci and sent to the hospital.Also, what kind of good thing can a person who can even send his own father in?

Thinking of this, he was afraid that He Ci would get angry, so he quickly ran away all the way.

The more Li Shaojie ran, the more embarrassed he felt, and the hatred for Yan Yu increased in his heart. If it wasn't for Yan Yu, he would have finished his work long ago, how could He Ci find out!

**

On the weekend, the part-time job Yan Yu was looking for finally got a reply.

He subconsciously glanced at his phone. Mr. H, who was looking for a part-time job yesterday, replied to him at five o'clock this morning.

Yes, not only a reply, but also two missed calls from Mr. H.

Yan Yu took a deep breath, still remembering the anger of ringing his cell phone. When the sudden cell phone rang in the room, he almost died at the age of 17.

If it weren't for the fact that Mr. H's salary was the highest among all the part-time jobs he could find, Yan Yu swore that even if he didn't sleep tonight, he would call Mr. H at 02:30 in the morning and sing the midnight bell.

[H: I have a general understanding of your situation, it would be better if you are a lady. 】

If you are a lady...

Yan Yu's heart choked, and he faintly felt his fist harden. This is not a part-time job for his grandma, but a job for him.

Before entering the workplace, you know the dangers.

A soldier can be killed and cannot be humiliated. As a man, how can he bend his waist for a few buckets of rice!

Yan Yu punched the bed hard, suppressing the resentment of being a man, and quickly tapped the screen with his fingertips, threatening to pierce the screen.

[Little White Fish in the Waves: Yes, your guess is really accurate. I am a lady. When can we have an interview. [Smile]】

When it was over, I lost my mobile phone, lay on the pillow in pain, and cried out in pain.

Being a man is hard, being a man is even harder.