flammable and irritable

The four people in the dining room turned their heads to look in the direction of Elsweer's room, and a picture of a crumbling door swaying in the wind appeared in their minds.

After a while, Eswell, who hadn't woken up, appeared in front of the four of them.With disheveled blond hair and gloomy eyes, he was wearing pajamas and walked to the dining table, clutching the pinched and deformed mobile phone with one hand, violently pulling the seat away with the other, and sat down at the main seat.

Before everyone could react from their stupefaction, they said to Catherine sullenly, "Go to school today and get ready."

Catherine opened her mouth wide, and glanced at the phone in his hand before she realized it and smiled knowingly: "Okay, honey, let's talk after dinner."

With that said, hurry up and serve Elsweer a good meal.

Elsevier glanced at the scrapped mobile phone, then threw it into the trash can.

He was woken up before waking up, and felt sulking early in the morning. Elsevier had a poor appetite. After only drinking half a bowl of seafood and vegetable porridge, he put down the bowl and chopsticks, stood up, and walked to his room.

Walking halfway, he paused, turned his head, and said to Long Bingcheng: "You and I will set off together in a while."

Seeing that Long Bingcheng wanted to refuse, he said, "Aren't you the bodyguard assigned by the old man? This is also one of your responsibilities." After finishing speaking, he left without looking back.

"Oh, Mr. Schluster is bullying the store manager again." Catherine shook her head and stood up, "I'll clean it up. Bingcheng, you are also ready. Jiaxi, you will repair the store manager's door later. Mike , you drive them there, and asking the store manager to drive at this time is simply to condone a street killer on the road."

Long Bingcheng could only nod silently.

The silver-gray luxury flying car was running on the high-speed track in the sky, and the morning breeze raised the blonde hair that reflected the morning sun. The owner of the blonde hair was leaning against the car window, propping his cheek with one hand, and fell asleep.

On the handsome face, the dark circles under the eyes are very glaring.

He fell asleep on the speeding car running smoothly, without a trace of gloom and defense, but his brows were tightly frowned.

Half an hour later, the flying car stopped at the gate of the school. This school is not only on the home planet, but also a well-known institution of higher learning in the interstellar world.

The speeding car drove smoothly in the campus, immediately attracting a lot of attention.

It's not because of this interstellar limited-edition flying car. After all, as the most famous school on the home planet, although there are few flying cars like this, they are not uncommon.What caught the eye was the indifferent and dangerous boy in the car who had long been famous in school and had countless fans.

The students gradually gathered behind the car and followed the car to the parking lot, talking excitedly and whispering.

Mike parked the car on the parking lot without surprise, opened the door, walked to Elsweer and shook it gently.

"Manager, here we are."

"Yeah." After a while, Eswell opened his eyes, and glanced around sharply.

"Mike, go back to the store first, and pick me up after class." Elsevier got out of the car, ignored the screams from around, and walked to the classroom, and the excited people around gave way to him unconsciously. One way.

Among the crowd, Elsevier is even more different, he exudes a dangerous charm, which is undoubtedly a fatal temptation.

Elsevier walked ahead, and Long Bingcheng followed behind like a follower.

He had a schoolbag on his left shoulder and a computer bag on his right shoulder. He wanted to ask this guy who hadn't attended several classes if he knew where the classroom was going, but he didn't want to talk to him, so he followed behind without talking.

However, Long Bingcheng thought too much, not to mention Eswell's ability to never forget, if he didn't even know the layout and route of places closely related to him, then he had died hundreds of times.

Five minutes later, Eswell brought Long Bingcheng to the classroom.

It was still early before the class started, and the professor hadn't arrived yet, so the huge lecture hall was buzzing with noise.

Elsevier sat down in the last row of seats, took the computer and put it on the table, tapped on the computer keyboard with his slender fingers calmly, and said to Long Bingcheng: "It's about taking notes and attending lectures. I'll leave it to you, if I fail to rank in the top ten at the end of the term, I will pass on the old man's 'reward' to you intact."

Long Bingcheng: "..." He knew that this guy would do what he said.

Under the low eaves, he had to bow his head. He took out the textbooks and notebooks from the schoolbag very interestingly, and flipped through them.

"Eswell." A deep, deep and stern voice sounded from behind the two, the noisy atmosphere was interrupted, and nearly a hundred pairs of eyes looked over.