After the rebirth, the real young master was kidnapped by the fake young master

After returning home, Song Jiqiu lay down on the sofa and couldn't sleep, scaring the housekeeper into a panic.

In a daze, he could hear the butler and the doctor communicating in low voices.

"The young master caught a cold in the rain before, just take a good rest."

"But why hasn't the fever subsided yet?" the butler asked worriedly.

Song Jiqiu didn't have time to hear more fresh things and fell into strange dreams: one moment was the tears of his mother when he recognized him, another moment was the dying appearance of his grandfather before his death, and another moment was the back of Xu Jiaping walking into the prison in heavy rain, frame by frame The bombardment of frames like illogical bad movies made him even more uncomfortable.

It was a day after waking up again. Song Jiqiu felt sweaty all over. He got up and took a shower and then went downstairs. The decoration of the room is simple, the wooden furniture exudes a deep fragrance, and the green plants and flowers on the window sills are lush. look exactly the same.

When Song Jiqiu was in high school, he deliberately moved out to live alone in order to study. Grandpa worried that he could not take care of himself alone, so he arranged a housekeeper and driver for him alone.The housekeeper's surname is Zhao. He grew up as a very loving elder with the right to speak. He used to be a retired soldier. He came to the Song family as a housekeeper in order to follow the old leader.

Seeing him wake up with a surprised face, the old man hurried up to greet him: "Master, is he still feeling uncomfortable? Do you want to eat something?"

"Thank you, Uncle Zhao." Song Jiqiu nodded politely, "Give me a bowl of porridge."

As soon as he sat down, the phone rang, and Song Jiqiu answered, "Mom."

The woman's voice was full of concern: "Xiaoqiu, are you still feeling uncomfortable?"

Song Jiqiu's mother is called Wu Liyun, a dancer, with a very gentle personality, and never blush to anyone.

"It's ready."

"You're already thin, so don't lose weight." Wu Liyun couldn't help worrying.

Song Jiqiu comforted her softly: "I'm fine."

"Mom..." Song Jiqiu originally wanted to talk about the matter with Xu Jiaping, but suddenly stopped and stopped talking.

At this time, Wu Liyun hated the Xu family deeply, and Xu Jiaping was already a taboo of the Song family.

No parent can accept that a non-biological child raised by them is doted on, while their own child suffers in exile, especially when they know that the Xu family deliberately embraced the wrong child, no matter how gentle a mother is, she will Turning his face, the kindness towards Xu Jiaping has also turned into disgust.

The only time she had a cold face was when she drove Xu Jiaping out of the house with red eyes, forbidding Xu Jiaping to step into Song's house again, sitting on the ground and hugging Song Jiqiu, who was poorly dressed and thin enough to have only a handful of bones left, collapsed. cry.

If he wanted to help Xu Jiaping, he had to get in touch with Xu Jiaping, but he had to hide this from her mother first.

After hanging up the phone, Song Jiqiu lowered his head and obediently finished his porridge and walked to the desk in the room, trying to sort out his rebirth goals from his chaotic mind:

[-]. Honor your family

Second, prevent the Song family from going bankrupt

Three, let Xu Jiaping have a fulfilling life, and don't go down the old road of being in prison

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The first grade of Rongcheng No. [-] Middle School is divided into thirteen classes, and the criteria for class division are also very clear. Classes are divided in a fluid manner according to the ranking of each exam.

For example, Song Jiqiu is in Class [-], and his Fa Xiaoyuan Lin is an evergreen tree in Class [-], and Xu Jiaping is also in Class [-].

The atmosphere in Class One today was very tense. In the morning when they were supposed to be joking with each other, all the students sat upright without looking sideways. They only greeted Song Jiqiu with twitching eyes to express their warm welcome after he entered the door, and then continued to pretend Busy.

Song Jiqiu was surprised that although the group of academic masters in class one were strict with themselves, they were not so frantic.After he sat down in silence, he understood everything as soon as he raised his eyes.

On the podium table, their head teacher, Ms. Ye, arrived at school early and sat on a chair with her arms folded, looking down on all beings.

Ms. Ye was Mei Chaofeng who was afraid of the news in her younger years, with a strong aura. I don't know how many students were afraid of her, like a mouse crossing the street and meeting a cat, and ran away in fright.Song Jiqiu was used to being a good student since he was a child, but he never had such worries.

But today, Ms. Ye seemed to stare at him from time to time with her cold eyes.He couldn't help but wonder if it was something he did wrong before, or something happened after he was reborn.

Ms. Ye gently shook the stack of small notes in the air, and stood up slowly, her voice seemed to be gnashing her teeth: "The results of the monthly exam are out..."

Song Jiqiu asked the classmates around him suspiciously: "What monthly exam?"

The classmates around me seemed to be strangled by the back of their necks, their eyes widened in horror.

But Ms. Ye at the desk immediately answered his confusion, and said coolly: "You didn't participate and you didn't ask for leave this time."

There are many accents in one sentence.

Song Jiqiu: ...

He came back after many years, and these few days he was burning in a daze, not to mention the exam, he almost forgot that he was going to school.

There is a rule in No. [-] Middle School that if you really cannot take the exam due to force majeure, you need to ask for leave. After taking the leave, you will stay in the original class according to the previously reserved ranking.Conversely, if you do not ask for leave, the subjects that are absent will be treated as zero points.

Song Jiqiu didn't come to school for three days, didn't take any exams, and didn't ask for leave...

When the grade slips were handed out lightly, Song Jiqiu still didn't respond, the students next to him looked over their eyes, took the lead to gasp, and let out a loud "Fuck".

The grade slip reads:

“语文0、数学0、英语0……总成绩0，年段第520名，下降519名”

The whole class burst into flames, ignoring Ms. Ye's face, and immediately rang out one after another of "Fuck", it was as spectacular as the wind blowing wheat waves.

Ms. Ye's face was hard, and she tried her best to restrain the urge to scold her.Looking at the pale face of her well-behaved student who had just recovered from a serious illness, she couldn't even utter a word of reproach, and angrily criticized the school: "I just said that the school's system is too rigid. Is there no such thing as asking for leave afterwards in the world? The school Know how to adapt, education will have a future, and the country will have hope!"

But the news that Song Jiqiu won the last place was like the wind blowing through the secret forest. He felt that he had grown legs and could run happily, and it spread throughout the whole grade within one class break.

After all, that is Song Jiqiu. He has never lost his hand since the entrance exam, and he will always smash No.2 by a large part. He will be nailed to No.1 in the honor roll. Points are deducted symbolically.Now if it doesn't make a sound, it has become a blockbuster, and it has directly become a big hit.

Free fall from Class [-] to Class [-].

Every time Rongcheng No. [-] Middle School announces the results, it is usually half gloomy and half joyful during the big class break. The overly strict grades are just a matter of heartbeat, but most of Class [-] and Class [-] are nail households, and they behave the most calmly. light.It's just that the former is positive and the latter is reciprocal.

But today Class Thirteen felt strangely peaceful.

"Xu Jiaping, your hands are so dirty, you dare to put them in my pocket."

In the back row of Class [-] classroom, several people were confronting each other.

The reason is that He Xin found Xu Jiaping's watch box packaging in the drawer, and insisted that Xu Jiaping stole his Patek Philippe.

The table was not found, nor could it be found.

No one can catch a thief and call a thief.

Before Xu Jiaping could speak, the boy with dyed red hair next to him cursed: "Who the hell cares about your broken watch, some kind of check and monitor."

He Xin seemed to have been waiting for the answer, and smiled sinisterly: "Yesterday, after school, the system was repaired, and the computer in the security room did not record surveillance video. Xu Jiaping just stepped on a spot to steal something. Isn't it dead without evidence?"

The red hair was so angry that he wanted to tear his mouth open: "If the monitoring is broken, you open your eyes and slander our boss. Do you fucking think you are Erlang God?"

He Xin said: "Xu Jiaping, besides you, who else in the class can hold that watch?"

Xu Jiaping seemed to have just woken up, or didn't care about his questioning at all, with black hair curled up, thin eyelids, and a natural cool voice, he nodded and said: "Except for me, it is true that everyone in the class looks better than me." You are worth money."

The people who watched the melon and the show roared with laughter.

The upper class of Rongcheng is also as clear as a pyramid. Who doesn't know that He Xin's family background belongs to the lower class among the family background owned by the [-]th class.

I don't know how many people secretly laughed at that petty look.

The rich second generation are very smart, no matter how much they look down on them, they will not show it on the bright side, but He Xin's self-abased and conceited appearance is completely shamed by them, they don't bother to pay attention to him, unexpectedly, it will encourage him even more arrogance.

"You!" He Xin hated others to tear away his fig leaf, his face was distorted until he exploded with anger.He took a few deep breaths, barely holding back his anger, "Xu Jiaping, what right do you have to say these things, do you think you are still the young master of the Song family, fake, prince, son."

It doesn't matter, he just went there to disgust Xu Jiaping.

No witnesses, no physical evidence, just a plausible rumor, he can destroy a student's normal and comfortable learning career, and he has used similar methods to deal with many powerless students.When those peers interrupted Ao Gu and cried and crawled in front of him and begged him to let him go, his eternally inferior heart would be abnormally satisfied.

Class [-] gathered many children from rich and powerful parents in Rongcheng. The children who were exposed to money too early had already developed distorted values ​​in their hearts.

Xu Jiaping was originally a princeling in the compound, and he was used to being domineering. They all had to avoid his sharp edge and follow behind obediently like a dog to obey his commands.Who would have thought that Xu Jiaping was actually a fake, as soon as the news came out, many disciples who had seen Xu Jiaping's face cheered.

Since the family background is ordinary, in their eyes, they should live on their stomachs, especially Xu Jiaping who once made fun of them and looked down on them.

Don't you look down on them?You don't have to kneel before them.

But Xu Jiaping is rebellious all over, his face is always scarred, he is a mad dog who catches and bites.

Several of their rich kids got together and made a bet, the bet was Xu Jiaping.

Break Xu Jiaping's bones and make him kneel down and beg for mercy.

He Xin was very happy when he thought of Xu Jiaping's possible ending: "The watch box is here with you, who knows if my watch will be sold by you or what, 100 million, you pay it. Or learn like a dog in front of the whole school." Yell, I forgive you."

A parabola streaked across, aiming directly at his forehead, hitting hard and accurately.

He Xin let out a "wow" and stared at him, grabbed the unknown object, and his complexion turned purple. Coupled with the rapidly swollen forehead, Bao Wuqiang was furious, making him look ridiculous and ridiculous.

"who is it!"

He fixed his eyes on the instigator, and the roar subconsciously subconsciously subconsciously subsided a lot.

Coincidentally, the one that hit him was also a watch, from the dial to the chain strap, it was studded with precious gems, it was many times more expensive than his one, or in other words, it could no longer be measured by value.

Because he recognized that it was the young master of the Song family's birthday in a certain year, and the young master of the Yuan family and a few rich second generations who had befriended him quickly spent their savings to give him a birthday present.

Turning around, Song Jiqiu's usually amiable face was stained with a bit of hostility, his pale face was bleeding with anger, showing his fangs like a cat stepped on the bottom line:

"Are you courting death? Dare to bully him."