The God of the Father and the Hero is Broken [Transmigration Book]

The review ceremony only took one morning, and they can rest after school at noon. It happens that the next two days are weekends, and the students in the first year of high school can rest for two and a half days. Take the longest vacation.

When school was over, the class teacher came to the playground and left the class cadres to discuss matters.

Naturally, Jian Yao, the study committee member, will also stay.

The head teacher arranged what the cadres of the next class would do next week. They had to go to collect textbooks and school uniforms during the flag-raising ceremony.

"Jian Yao stay here for a while." The class teacher asked the other class leaders to leave first.

After everyone else had left, the class teacher said to Jian Yao: "I'll take you back, and I happened to have a few words with you on the way."

Jian Yao nodded, and walked down the steps with the teacher in charge.

When they walked to the school parking lot, the class teacher asked Jian Yao to sit in the co-pilot and fasten his seat belt before he said, "Yang Lei's parents have already been to the school, because Yang Lei's injury is not serious, they only ask you Let us pay [-] yuan in compensation together."

The head teacher started the car, and her tone was very serious: "You are young and think that violence is the only way to solve problems, but you have to understand that when you enter society, violence is the lowest method. The problem got more complicated."

Class teacher: "You have good grades, and you will have the opportunity to be admitted to a prestigious school in the future and go to a higher place."

"The teacher doesn't want you to go the wrong way."

Although the class teacher's tone was serious, she couldn't hide the concern in her words.

Jian Yao knew that she was doing it for her own good, and agreed with her words, so she also seriously promised: "I won't be so impulsive in the future, and I also know that what I did was wrong."

"It's best if you know it in your heart." The class teacher sighed, "We as teachers all want the students to be well."

"Even if you don't get into a good university in the future, don't go astray."

From childhood to adulthood, Jian Yao has always been the teacher's favorite. He has good grades, is obedient and sensible, and never gets involved in any troublesome things, so all the teachers he meets don't like him. They know that he is an orphan. The teacher asked him to eat at home during the holidays.

But Jian Yao never took it for granted just because he met so many good teachers.

It's a pity that he got into the book, and he may not have the chance to visit the teachers in the future.

"Go back, I won't get out of the car." The head teacher parked the car in front of Jian Yao's house.

After Jian Yao got out of the car, he walked around to the driver's seat, bent down and bid farewell to the head teacher in the car window.

The teacher in charge nodded at him.

Jian Yao didn't go home directly, but called Jian Anzhi, and walked to the nearest vegetable market to buy some food.

Jian Anzhi has been writing new books for the past few days, and really has no extra energy to take care of Jian Yao's three meals a day.

Fortunately, Jian Yao knows how to cook, so as long as Jian Yao has time, he cooks. Although the dishes are simple, the taste is not bad.

Jian Yao went to the market to buy a bag of ingredients, and after returning home, he did not go upstairs to disturb Jian Anzhi's creation, but washed the vegetables and cooked by himself.

He doesn't think the work of cooking is so hard, maybe it's because he used to cook and eat by himself, as long as he can fill his stomach, he will finish it, so he cooks at will.

Now that he has a home, he doesn't feel tired when he cooks and has people to support him.

As long as Jian Anzhi doesn't cook, she will exaggerately say that whatever Jian Yao cooks is delicious.

Although Jian Yao knew that most of the time Jian Anzhi's compliments were to coax him, he would still be happy.

If one day there is no food left and all of them are eaten clean, then his good mood can last the whole day.

After eating at noon, Jian Yao rested at home in the afternoon, watching videos and playing computer games for a while, and it was getting dark soon.

The weather is getting cooler recently, and it gets dark faster than before, and the sun goes down at six o'clock.

As long as you don't go to school, the day seems to pass quickly, and it's time to eat not long after eating.

At night, Jian Yao has nothing to do. He sits on the balcony of the room. The evening wind is very cold. He even put on a coat. There is a pot of scented tea on the small wooden table on the balcony. Jian Yao can read a book leisurely, and occasionally You can also look up at the night view.

It's just that he wanted to discuss with someone when he saw the rise, and when he turned his head with a smile, he didn't see the familiar person in the room.

Every time Jian Yao turned his head, he would be stunned for two seconds.

He has never had a friend like Huo Yan before, who are inseparable and understand each other.

He is used to always having someone by his side.

After reading a book for a while, Jianyao would check the time, usually Huo Yan would get home around eleven o'clock, and would eat something first when he came back.

High school is the time to grow up, Jian Yao will feel hungry every eleven o'clock, and can eat two packs of instant noodles.

If you refrain from eating, you will be too hungry to sleep.

·

The night sky is full of stars, Huo Yan is walking under the dim street lights, there are no pedestrians on this road, every time Huo Yan looks up, he can see the lights on the balcony on the second floor of Jian's house.

Although he couldn't see if there was anyone sitting under the lamp, he knew that there must be someone waiting for him there.

Where no one could see, the corners of Huo Yan's mouth curled up slightly.

Not because of habit, but because of the light that illuminates the way ahead, he finally found it.

When he was about to reach the door of Jane's house, Huo Yan's gaze swept across his own door.

The lights in Huo's house were also on, but there was only one person's shadow printed on the window.

As long as Zhou Wenyuan is around, Yang Jinhua will never stay in the Huo family, and the most important person in her life is definitely not Huo Gan.

So at this moment, Huo Gan was the only one in that old bungalow.

It’s not that Huo Gan has never seen the lives of rich people. Even if the rich people he has seen may only dare to win or lose bigger games when playing cards, this is enough. He can’t control his jealousy, and he can’t control it. I can't help my greed.

He has no feelings for Zhou Wenyuan, he can sacrifice anyone, including his own son, for money.

Huo Yan took out the key and opened the courtyard door of Jian Yao's house.

The moment the door is closed, it is as if the darkness is also shut out of the house.

In the Huo family at this time, Huo Gan was searching for Yang Jinhua's contract, and only in the contract could he find the Zhou family's address.

The room was turned into a mess, the floor was full of clothes and all kinds of books that could be found, Huo Gan squatted on the ground, covered in sweat from rummaging, but his eyes were shining, and he didn't feel tired at all.

Money is Huo Gan's lifelong pursuit, and Huo Gan has nothing else to ask for.

"I found it..." Huo Gan sat down on the ground and finally heaved a sigh of relief.

The contract stated where Yang Jinhua worked. After Huo Gan took a photo with his mobile phone, he started to restore everything.

He couldn't let Yang Jinhua find out, as long as Yang Jinhua sensed his intention, he would try his best to stop him.

Huo Gan looked at the photo in the phone album with a smirk on his face, as if it wasn't a photo of a contract, but an untold amount of money.

The money would be his in no time.

He didn't stand up, but sat on the ground and searched for the address to check the flight. He wanted to find Zhou's couple as soon as possible.

He must not be able to find the mobile phone number of the couple, and Yang Jinhua would not show him her mobile phone. Running over directly is the only way Huo Gan can think of.

As for whether he can block the Zhou family and his wife, Huo Gan has his own plans and ideas.

He is full of confidence and feels that a bright future is at hand.

Huo Yan still has to go to school on Saturday, and he can only rest after school at 05:30 in the afternoon. On Sunday afternoon, he will continue to go to school for evening self-study, and he can only rest for one day if he is full.

After breakfast, Huo Yan took the bus to school, and Jian Yao could take care of the flowers in the yard slowly.

"What do you want to eat tonight?" Jian Yao asked Huo Yan standing at the gate of the courtyard.

Huo Yan: "It's all right."

Jian Yao said helplessly: "It's okay every time, hey, you will know how troublesome these three words are when you cook in the future."

Huo Yan: "Then eat fish?"

Jian Yao thought for a while: "Sauerkraut fish, I want to eat fish too."

After the two of them agreed on what to have for dinner, Huo Yan turned around and left.

Jian Yao yawned and watered the flowers, and also got rid of the insects by the way.

A courtyard is certainly beautiful, but even such a small courtyard requires careful maintenance. All kinds of flying insects not only damage the flowers, but may also fly into the room. Jian Yao squatted on the stone slab to observe these insects, with his hands on his knees Just as he was about to stand up, he heard an annoying voice from beside him——

"What kind of flower is that?"

Jian Yao didn't even turn his head, pretending that he didn't hear what the other person said, and started to go home to get the insecticide.

"Jane Yao? I remember your mother seems to be a writer?"

Only then did Jian Yao stop, and turned to look at Zhou Wenyuan who was standing by the fence.

Zhou Wenyuan, who had disappeared for several days, was no different from when we met before. He was wearing a white coat, and he always looked arrogant and arrogant. The environment he lived in since he was a child made him not know how to write the word humility.

"What's the matter?" Jian Yao's eyes fell on Zhou Wenyuan's face, the disgust in his eyes was clear and straightforward without any cover.

But Zhou Wenyuan didn't care about Jian Yao's attitude at all, he looked at Jian Yao's face with great interest, and even felt excited because of it.

His life has been smooth and smooth, with a background that won at the starting line, the praise and indulgence of his classmates and teachers since he was a child, plus he entered his own company early to study, no matter his background or vision, he is much higher than his peers.

When facing his elders and seniors, he can barely show humility, but when facing his peers, he can't hide his arrogant and superior attitude no matter what.

"Did I offend you?" Zhou Wenyuan asked Jian Yao with a smile, "Why do you always look like this every time you see me? Last time we met for the first time, right?"

Jian Yao said with a cold face, "Why do you mention my mother?"

Zhou Wenyuan narrowed his fox eyes slightly: "Did I mention it? Oh, yes, I mentioned it just now, but you won't talk to me if I don't mention it, right?"

Jian Yao wanted to call him crazy, but he held back.

"What do you want from me?" Jian Yao's tone was very flat, he suppressed his anger, he didn't want to look at Zhou Wenyuan's face, his eyes were only on the vines attached to the fence.

Zhou Wenyuan: "I just want to make friends with you."

Jian Yao: "I don't want to."

Zhou Wenyuan was stunned for two seconds, and the curiosity in his eyes grew stronger: "The last time I asked you to search for my name online, did you do it?"

Jian Yao turned his head and really didn't want to continue talking to Zhou Wenyuan, so he said directly: "I know who you are, Zhou Wenyuan, the young master of the Zhou family, if you want to hear flattery, there are a lot of it on the Internet, and the people around you will definitely be willing Tout you 24 hours a day, you really don’t need to come to me to find a sense of presence.”

"I'm not interested in being your friend, and I don't even want to have any contact with you." Jian Yao raised his head slightly, looked into Zhou Wenyuan's eyes, and said in a firm tone, "No matter why you want to be my friend, I'm not interested."

Zhou Wenyuan crossed his arms, he narrowed his eyes slightly, but he didn't look angry.

There are too many people who praise him, too many to count, and his ears are almost callused when he hears the same words.

No one ever refused his advances.

Competitiveness and desire to conquer instantly rise.

"I'm still very curious." Zhou Wenyuan, "Why do you hate me, there must be a reason?"

Jian Yao doesn't even need to think about it, the same reason can be used a second time: "I hate the rich."

Zhou Wenyuan: "..."

"I hate whoever is richer than me." Jian Yao was still holding the kettle in his hand, and he asked calmly, "Are you satisfied now?"

Zhou Wenyuan: "The person who always walks with you is Huo Yan, right?"

Jian Yao suddenly became vigilant the moment Zhou Wenyuan mentioned Huo Yan, and his eyes became extra vigilant.

If Zhou Wenyuan dealt with Huo Yan now, then Huo Yan would have absolutely no power to parry.

In this novel world, whoever has money has the initiative and the absolute right to speak, the villain will always be helped, and the protagonist will never be short of people to step on.

Zhou Wenyuan: "I remember he is my nanny's son? He seems to be about my age?"

Not only are they about the same age, they were originally born on the same day, and there was even only an hour difference between births.

Jian Yao: "Why did you mention him?"

Zhou Wenyuan sighed: "I didn't say what to do, why are you so nervous? Do you think rich people are bad people?"

"Is there anything else?" Jian Yao looked cold, "I have something else to do."

Zhou Wenyuan: "A few friends and I are going to have a party at the National University tonight."

Jian Yao: "Oh."

The smile on Zhou Wenyuan's face gradually faded: "I'm inviting you, didn't you hear it?"

Before Jian Yao could speak, Zhou Wenyuan continued: "I know your mother is a writer, and the publishing house she cooperates with probably won't want to offend me, right? I know your mother has earned a lot these years, so she doesn't publish books. It's nothing, but do you think your mother will feel better if she never publishes another book in her life?"

Jian Yao's eyes gradually widened.

Zhou Wenyuan: "Don't look at me like that, I just advise you, sometimes don't be too stubborn, people who are too stubborn usually don't end well."

"Your mother is a single mother. It's not easy to raise you. Your relationship seems to be very good. I believe you will make the right choice."

Jian Yao's hand tightly held the handle of the kettle, his lips were pursed into a straight line, and he looked at Zhou Wenyuan with such hatred that he wanted to swallow him alive.

"By the way." Zhou Wenyuan said with a smile, "You can also tell your mother, maybe your mother will let you leave her alone, and she can sacrifice her career for you."

"A mother's love is always great."

Jian Yao's lips were trembling: "What on earth do you want to do? Do you lack my friend?"

Zhou Wenyuan sighed: "The more you ignore me, the more I want to be your friend. After all, I'm a bit of a cheap person. You see, I begged you so much, but you still don't agree."

Zhou Wenyuan took out his mobile phone: "What's your mobile phone number?"

Jian Yao took a deep breath, and he finally reported his mobile phone number.

Zhou Wenyuan dialed the number in front of Jian Yao, and he hung up the phone only after hearing the phone ring.

"I'm leaving." Zhou Wenyuan shook his phone, "I hope you don't refuse to answer when I call you, I also said that I am a bit of a bitch, if you don't answer my call, I don't know what I will do What's up."

He challenged Jian Yao openly, Jian Yao was so angry that his whole body was shaking, but he couldn't retort.

Zhou Wenyuan pinched his weakness.

He didn't care about anything, even if Zhou Wenyuan made him drop out of school, he still had a way to study at home and take the college entrance examination.

But Zhou Wenyuan said that it was indeed Jian Anzhi.

Jian Yao knows the importance of this job to Jian Anzhi. She can create a real fairy tale world. She is proud of her profession. In order to write a book that children will like, Jian Anzhi can lock herself in a room. for several months.

For Jian Anzhi, writing fairy tale books is an indispensable thing in her life.

Jian Yao put down the kettle, took a few deep breaths, and forced himself to calm down.

He had to recall all the descriptions about Zhou Wenyuan in the book, and remember Zhou Wenyuan's weakness.

What is Zhou Wenyuan afraid of?

Jian Yao gritted his teeth, squatting on the ground thinking with red eyes.

He squatted in place for half an hour before he finally remembered a description in the book.

Zhou Wenyuan is an extremely selfish person, arrogant and arrogant. The person he loves the most in his life is himself, but the person he hates the most is Yang Jinhua. He doesn't take Huo Yan seriously, because even if Huo Yan is the real Zhou family At least, in his eyes, Huo Yan was also abandoned by Yang Jinhua and Huo Gan.

How can you fight with a trash?

But what he is most afraid of is that his real identity will be made public. He doesn't want anyone to know that his biological parents are two ignorant idiots, and he doesn't want anyone to know that his real mother is a nanny.

What he wanted to keep was never the love of Zhou's husband and wife and his younger brother, but the reputation and status of the young and old Zhou's family.

Standing on a high place for a long time, he couldn't stand a little doubt and slander, that's why he targeted Huo Yan frantically after he returned to Zhou's house, trying to destroy him.

Jian Yao stood up slowly, his eye sockets were finally not as red as before, and he was holding the phone with extra force.

Zhou Wenyuan asked for his mobile phone number, and correspondingly, he also got Zhou Wenyuan's mobile phone number.

But Jian Yao is still hesitating.

He was worried that if he really threatened Zhou Wenyuan with this matter, Zhou Wenyuan would soon guess that Huo Yan was the Zhou family's child.

At that time, Zhou Wenyuan will target Huo Yan earlier.

On one side is Jian Anzhi, on the other side is Huo Yan.

Jian Yao rubbed his face, he didn't know what to do.

It seems that no matter what he does, he will sacrifice someone who is very important to him.

At this time, a text message sounded from the phone.

Jian Yao looked down, the content of the text message was the party room number of National University tonight.

Jian Yao: "..."

He seemed to have no other choice but to go through this.

In this deformed world, the weak seem to have no right to speak, and ordinary people have no choice.

Looking at the words on the phone screen, Jian Yao experienced for the first time what real powerlessness is.

If you want to get rid of this feeling of powerlessness, you can only become stronger, you can only climb up.

At this moment, he suddenly thought of Huo Yan in the original book. Was Huo Yan tortured by this sense of powerlessness just like him now?

Jian Yao tried his best to understand himself. It might be fine when he goes to university and graduates. He can engage in a job with a high degree of freedom, or even go abroad. When the time comes, he persuades Huo Yan to go abroad together, as long as he stays away from the Zhou family. , stay away from the fixed story background, maybe you can completely get rid of the original plot of this novel.

After self-examination, Jian Yao's mood finally improved. He returned home, but he couldn't cheer up anyway, so he could only lie dead on the bed.

At six o'clock in the evening, he had to go to the Guoda Hotel.

No one knows what exactly awaits him there.

·

"Aren't you eating at home tonight?" Jian Anzhi looked at Jian Yao who had packed up and was changing shoes at the entrance.

Jian Yao smiled and said: "A friend invites me, mom, you can eat by yourself, I may come back late at night, so don't wait for me."

Jian Anzhi also knew that Jian Yao had made two good friends at school, and thought they were going to play together, so he told him, "Be careful, do you have enough money? I'll transfer you another [-] to save some money." ah."

"No need." Jian Yao lowered his head to tie his shoelaces, "It won't cost much."

He opened the door: "Then I'm leaving."

Jian Anzhi: "Goodbye, give me a call before you go home, maybe I'll ask you to bring me some supper."

Jian Yao: "Okay."

He walked out of the house and took a taxi on the side of the road. The National University is on the other side of the county, and it is also the highest-end hotel with the largest area in the county. It is not bad even compared to the hotels in the capital.

After driving for more than half an hour, we arrived at the entrance of the hotel.

After Jian Yao got off the car, he stood where he was. He didn't want to move, but he had to.

When he walked into the elevator, Jian Yao was still doing ideological construction for himself—isn't he just attending a party?

What can Zhou Wenyuan do to him?The most is to take his followers to mock him and beat him up.

It's not that he hasn't been scolded or beaten.

He can bear all these.

He must endure this tone.

Jian Yao stood at the door of the presidential suite, took a deep breath and rang the doorbell.

Soon someone came and opened the door. The moment the door opened, Jian Yao heard deafening music and cheers.

He looked into the room and saw Zhou Wenyuan sitting in the middle of the sofa with his chin in one hand and looking at him with a smile.

The table was full of wine bottles, and the ashtray was full of cigarette butts.

The room was filled with smoke, and Jian Yao subconsciously held his breath.

The person who opened the door turned his head and shouted into the room: "Brother Zhou, someone is here."

Zhou Wenyuan stood up, and the light fell on him, making his arrogant expression more obvious.

As if this is his country.

He is the uncrowned king of this world.

Jian Yao looked at Zhou Wenyuan, and Zhou Wenyuan also looked at him.

Zhou Wenyuan's playful gaze seemed to say—no matter how strong you are, you can only bow your head?

The person who opened the door suddenly grabbed Jian Yao's wrist, and Jian Yao was pulled into the room.

The door of the room closed slowly behind Jian Yao.

Isolate the sound of music and smoke in the room from the outside world.