When the boss wears the best [Quick Transmigration]

Father Yan looked at the determination in his son's eyes.

He believes in his son's determination to make progress at this moment.But his family knows his own affairs, and his son only has a 3-minute enthusiasm for everything, how long can this determination last?

But the son's idea is good, and he, as a father, needs to strongly support him: "It's good that you can think so. In this case, which subject teacher do you want to hire?"

Qiu Yun froze for a moment, tightened the chopsticks in his hand, and pretended to be calm and said: "Let's invite a teacher from each subject, come one-on-one, and help me consolidate the basic knowledge."

Father Yan pretended not to see the embarrassment flashing in his son's eyes, put down his chopsticks, took the napkin handed over by the servant, wiped the corners of his mouth, and nodded: "Okay, Dad will find a teacher for you later."

It's not that Qiu Yun didn't see the smile in Father Yan's eyes.

Yan Xun is a mess in his studies.

Literally a scumbag.

He couldn't understand what the teacher said at all. His only advantage was that he could speak a foreign language fluently, but it was limited to communication.

Knowing son Moruo father.

Father Yan knew his son too well, so he didn't take his words to heart.

This is also the reason why he couldn't make a big splash, because if he really came back first in the exam, he must have copied Father Yan's first thought.Rather than making excuses to explain, it is better to invite the teacher back and let the teacher speak for him.

After sending Father Yan out, he went back to his room and looked through Yan Xun's textbook.

At the end of a semester, and the final exam is about to come, Yan Xun's textbooks are still brand new, as if they have never been turned over - the little mirror said that these small worlds are derived from waiting for the blueprint, and, especially in this modern background The setting is generally based on a certain big world, so the knowledge inside is almost a projection of the big world, which is not much different from what he came into contact with in the last world.

After flipping through a few books, it was quite simple for him.

Yan Xun chose liberal arts. Mathematics is easier than science, but Chinese has a lot of classical Chinese and poetry, which is not difficult for him.He picked up the pen and was about to brush a set of test papers to practice his hand feeling when the phone rang twice.

Open it up——

Little Fox: [image]

Little Fox: It’s already finished. Come and get it when you’re free.

Zoom in on the picture, it is the hand-painted one from yesterday.

It is no longer as rough as yesterday, but the painting skills are delicate, the colors are soft, and the lines flow like flowing water. When you look at the painting suddenly, you will feel warm and emotional. The little prince with fluffy golden curly hair is sitting in the green wheat field. Plated with a layer of light yellow, the little fiery red fox snuggled up to the little prince's side. The breeze blew by, lifting up the little prince's cloak, revealing the fiery red furry tail wrapped around the little prince's waist.

Qiu Yun looked at the little prince in the painting with the same hairstyle as him, tapped the table with his fingers, moved his eyes down, and landed on the tail wrapped around the little prince's waist, and then returned to the dialog box, looking at the sentence "you can do it when you are free." Come and get it', the corners of his lips raised slightly——

Brother Yan: Did you stay up all night?

Little Fox: Asleep, just woke up.

Combined with the above sentence, it can be seen that he was lying to him.

He thought about it—

Brother Yan: Then I'll go over and get it later?

Little Fox: OK.

After the chat, Qiu Yun put away the test papers, went to the cloakroom to change, and went downstairs to ask the driver to take him to Ping District.

On the way Qiuyun came over, Yan Qingyuan here drank a cup of strong tea, tidied himself up in a hurry, and then went out with the painting.

As soon as he stepped out of the threshold, the door of the house next door opened, and a plainly dressed girl came out.The girl glanced at him timidly, and greeted him softly: "Brother Yuan, are you going to the store?"

When Yan Qingyuan saw her, the smile on the corners of his eyes and brows suddenly faded.

He gave a faint 'hmm', closed the door, stepped past the girl, and within two steps, the girl caught up and asked falteringly, "Brother Yuan, yesterday that...that..."

"What do you want to say?" Yan Qingyuan asked sideways.

The girl, that is, Wang Qing bit her lips nervously, tightened her hand hanging by her side, and said courageously, "It's that boy who was in your store yesterday evening. What did he, what did he tell you?"

The narrow corridors are full of sundries from various houses, and the two of them seem a bit crowded walking side by side.

Yan Qingyuan paused for a moment, deliberately lagging behind, opened the distance, and said, "Do you know each other?"

"Ah?" Wang Qing was stunned for a moment, and after realizing it, she secretly breathed a sigh of relief: "Yes, he is my classmate."

"Then do you know each other well?"

"Y-not very familiar." Wang Qing clenched her fists: "Then what, Brother Yuan, it's getting late, so I'll leave first."

Wang Qing seemed afraid that he would ask more questions, so she trotted downstairs.

Yan Qingyuan stood at the same place, watching her fleeing back, and unexpectedly thought of the rose on Yan Xun's WeChat profile picture. It was a rose tattooed on his ankle, which showed his owner's love for roses.

that……

Wang Qing is Yan Xun's rose?

This answer made him feel a little uncomfortable, and even a little depressed.

Coming to the milk tea shop with a low mood, Jody was opening the door with two bags of fruit, saw him coming, and greeted him: "Ma Xiaobo called me last night, asking us to go to the noodle factory to play BMX this afternoon. "

bmx is bicycle cross country.

Including flat land fancy, bicycle climbing, bicycle off-road, field rock climbing, mountain downhill and so on.

The noodle factory is an abandoned factory building. It was said to be demolished a few years ago, but half of it was demolished and it was not demolished. Then it was transformed into a BMX extreme climbing venue by their group of BMX lovers.

Yan Qingyuan likes this extreme sport very much.

Because he can feel the blood-boiling pleasure from the thrills and thrills.

But today he is calm.

Jody put the fruit in the refrigerator, turned around and saw Yan Qingyuan sitting at the bar staring at the table in a daze, walked over strangely, and saw a painting on the bar.

He glanced at it, shrugged his shoulders, took out a cigarette and lit it, leaned on the bar and said, "Isn't this the one you painted yesterday? It was painted so quickly, didn't it come out after staying up late last night? "

Yan Qingyuan raised his eyelids, turned to look at Jody: "Give me one too."

Jody raised eyebrows and looked at the blackness on his eyelids, biting a cigarette, took out a cigarette and a lighter from his trouser pocket, and threw them on the bar: "Is Wang Kai's grandson playing games and disturbing your rest, or is it the old lady Wang's coughing that makes you sleepy?" sleep well?"

'Clap' sound.

Yan Qingyuan lit the lighter and lit a cigarette, the faint light of the fire reflected the indifference in his eyes.

He took a deep breath, and the pungent nicotine expanded in his lungs, and he exhaled a puff of white smoke skillfully, as if exhaling the subtle discomfort in his heart, which made his heart relax, his brows relaxed, The whole person leaned on the back of the chair: "None."

Jody shot him a glance: "Don't tell me you stayed up all night just to paint such a bad picture."

Yan Qingyuan sniffed a cigarette and let out an 'hmm' from his nasal cavity.

"Huh?" Jody stared wide-eyed: "Really?"

"Give it away." Yan Qingyuan flicked the cigarette ash, sat up straight, his indifferent eyes gradually warmed up when he saw the painting on the table: "When a friend comes over, you go squeeze it." A glass of lemonade is out and ready."

"Friends who love to drink lemon flavored milk tea..."

Jody's first reaction was the little brother who happened to walk into their milk tea shop yesterday, and was about to ask him when he exchanged contact information with someone, when Wang Yingjun walked in with breakfast.

He stopped his words in time, gave Yan Qingyuan a wink, and walked out of the bar with a cigarette in his mouth: "Wang Yingjun, are you free later?"

"What's wrong?" Wang Yingjun put the breakfast on the bar.

"In the afternoon, I'm going to compete with Ma Xiaobo on bicycle climbing. Last time my bike had some problems, you and I will go to Lao Wu's to replace the parts."

Wang Yingjun nodded: "Okay, let's go after breakfast."

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It was past nine o'clock when Qiu Yun arrived in Ping District.

It was inconvenient for the car to turn around, so he told the driver to park the car at the entrance, get out of the car with the gift bag bought halfway, and let the driver go back first.

I sat in the car yesterday and didn't take a closer look. Today, I walked on the street and realized that the street is really dilapidated.

It was dark and dank, and when you looked up, all you could see was a tangle of electrical wires and a clothes rail or clothesline so full of clothes that it was hard to get even sunlight in.

There are all kinds of small shops on both sides of the street, with food, drink and daily necessities, and above the shops are two to three-story buildings.

The shady side does not get sunlight all the year round, and it is covered with moss, so the original color cannot be seen.

Due to the heavy rain yesterday, there were still puddles on the bumpy ground. A few bare-bottomed children chased and beat the puddles, adding a bit of life to this old street.

All the way to the end, I saw a freshly decorated milk tea shop.

Several small-wheeled bicycles are parked in front of the milk tea shop.

Compared with other shops full of sundries, this milk tea shop is much cleaner and more conspicuous. It is no wonder that he picked this shop yesterday at a glance to avoid the rain.

Through the clean glass door, you can clearly see seven or eight people standing at the bar inside.He pushed open the glass door and walked in, a choking smell of smoke came over his face, at the same time, someone let out an exclamation——

"Yo? New here?"

The few people who were chatting stopped and turned their heads to look at him in unison.

Qiu Yun looked at these people for a few seconds, seeing surprise and novelty in their eyes.

Just like what Yan Qingyuan thought before, he is too clean, so clean that one can tell at a glance that he does not belong to the Ping District.

The atmosphere froze.

Yan Qingyuan, who was mixing milk tea, noticed something strange, turned his head to look over, and there was a small light in his beautiful eyes: "Here we come."

As soon as he opened his mouth, he broke the atmosphere of silence.

A young man with a short cut in the crowd looked up and down with a cigarette in his mouth: "Little friend, I haven't seen you before, are you new here?"

"Ma Xiaobo, don't scare my friend." Yan Qingyuan put down what he was doing, went to the refrigerator, took out a cup of orange-yellow milk tea that he had prepared a long time ago, and walked out from the bar: "You guys find a place to sit, don't all Squeeze at the door."

As he spoke, he walked up to Qiu Yun with a smile on his face: "Here, it's just been iced."

Qiu Yun paused, took the cold milk tea, and heard someone whistle, saying: "Brother Yuan, where did you get such a..."

The other party seemed to be stuck, and the tangled eyes turned on his face, then moved to Jin Cancan's head, and suddenly realized: "Foreign friend?"

"You think I'm a human trafficker?" Yan Qingyuan pushed open the glass door, and replied nonchalantly.

The air outside the house squeezed in, Qiu Yun felt his breath lighten, and lifted the gift bag in his hand: "It's for you."

Someone recognized the logo printed on the gift bag and blurted out a brand that no one had heard of.

Qiu Yun stopped when he saw the hand stretched out by the other party, and said: "The gift is more important than its value. It was carefully selected by me. You, you should like it."

"Thank you then." Yan Qingyuan took the gift bag and invited him to sit down first: "Wait for me a while, I'll make milk tea for them first."

Qiu Yun nodded, looked up and saw a group of people still crowded in front of the bar, walked around the group, found a seat opposite the bar, just took a sip of milk tea, a young man with a short-shaven hair was sitting next to him with a cigarette in his mouth On the opposite side, Erlang raised his legs and squinted his eyes and asked, "Brother?"

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