After dressing as a villain, I'm with the paranoid male protagonist.

"How could it be? The young master is just not feeling well, so he doesn't want to go downstairs today."

Mother Zhou smiled and comforted, and then asked cautiously: "Sir, then shall I go and bring breakfast to the young master first?"

He Weishen picked up the coffee on the table, took a sip, and said slowly, "Go."

From the beginning to the end, he didn't even ask if He Nanlou's fever subsided, and how he was feeling today.

Qiao Annian finally understood that He Weishen, the co-author, is a big talker.He called Xiaobao kindly in his mouth, but he didn't worry about Xiaotuanzi at all in his heart.

On the side, Zhang Qianrou breathed a sigh of relief.

It seems that in the morning Weishen should not settle accounts with An Nian Qiuhou for the time being.

Zhang Ma went upstairs with breakfast.

Zhang Qianrou urged Qiao Annian to hurry up, "Okay, Annian, finish the soy milk, we should go out."

Joannian: "..."

...

No matter how reluctant Qiao Annian was, he was still "forced" to go out.

Qiao Annian was changing his shoes at the entrance, and the maid at home handed him his schoolbag.

"Come on, give it to me."

Zhang Qianrou took the schoolbag from the maid and carried it to Qiao Annian.

Qiao Annian, who hadn't touched a schoolbag in 800 years, was shocked by the weight of the schoolbag!

Schoolbags for primary school students... are they so light? ! ! !Are there not many books in it?

Distracted by the light weight of the schoolbag, Qiao Annian came back to his senses, and he was already sitting in the back seat of the car with Zhang Qianrou.

Joannian looked at the sign on the steering wheel, "Very good, Rolls Royce."As expected of the He family, they are indeed rich enough.

During the peak hours of work and school, there is a bit of traffic jam on the road.

Qiao Annian turned his head. Outside the window, there were many tall buildings and heavy traffic. The sound of horns occasionally reached his eardrums through the window glass. It was no different from the world he was in before.

Except, he is now sitting on a leather seat under his buttocks, and beside him sits a young and beautiful "Mom" who is not even a few years older than him.

...

School is almost here.

The driver opened the door of the back seat, and Zhang Qianrou handed over the schoolbag on the seat, "Annian, you have to listen to the teacher at school and study hard, you know?"

"Are you annoyed by these few sentences that come and go every day?!"

Joannian's violent growl seemed to ring in Qiao Annian's ears.

Zhang Qianrou was obviously also worried that her son would explode. She wanted to say something more, but she just smiled softly in the end, "Forget it, you go. You have to get along with your classmates when you go to school. Mom will pick you up after school." you."

Joan was so old, and it was the first time that someone cared about him at school, so he was not used to it, but he was not bothered by these instructions.

Before wearing the book, Qiao Annian had lived alone for a long time.Whether work is going well, three meals are not eaten on time, how is your health recently... These concerns that many people may enjoy normally are things he has never experienced.He really hasn't experienced the feeling of being cared for for many years.

Qiao Annian gave a cooperative "hmm".

Qiao Annian took the schoolbag with one hand and got out of the car, not forgetting to thank the driver who opened the door for him.

He did not yell at her impatiently, nor did he grab the schoolbag angrily and ran into the school, and thanked the driver politely.

A mist welled up in Zhang Qianrou's eyes.

She used to listen to the old people in the family expressing emotion, the children often grow up in a blink of an eye, just like the seedlings blown by the wind.

Didn't she finally start earing in Niannian, becoming mature and sensible?

...

Fog grass!

This, this is his school?

Qiao Annian took her schoolbag and was stunned when she reached the school gate.

This, is this school too gorgeous?

Qiao Annian admitted that he was a dirt dog.

So, right now, he is like Grandma Liu who was visiting the Grand View Garden for the first time, looking here and there.

Qiao Annian looked at the cherry blossoms floating in the school, and the school building that looked like a castle in an idol drama, and felt that RMB was burning.

How much is the tuition fee?

The He family arranged such a good primary school for him, so Xiaotuanzi has to arrange to live in the palace directly?

This is too arrogant!

The beating workers shed tears of envy.

Holding his schoolbag in his hands, Qiao Annian stared at the tall teaching building, thinking deeply about a question——

Where is Yuan Bo's classroom?

"Big Joe!"

Hearing someone calling Big Joe, Qiao Annian also turned his head to follow the voice, and looked around curiously.

It's very interesting. There is still Da Qiao in this school. I don't know what he looks like.With Big Joe, is there a Little Joe?

Qiao Annian looked around and found that they were all little lolitas, so he turned his head in a self-contained manner.

How could he have forgotten that he is now a primary school student, walking on the primary school campus, looking at such a fucking beauty.

As soon as Qiao Annian turned his head, he saw a chubby boy running towards him with his schoolbag on his back, his belly shaking.

"Da Qiao, why didn't you go online last night? Li Yu and I waited for you for a long time, but you didn't come."

Joannian: "!!!"

The beauty is actually me?

Pooh!Pooh!

He is handsome!

Joannian: "..."

He wasn't the original body, how could he know that there was such a thing, he casually made up a reason, "It's nothing, I'll log off when I'm sleepy."

Little Pang Ding was obviously shocked: "Did you go to bed so early last night? What time did you lie down?"

Qiao Annian: "... I don't remember."

The answer can be said to be quite insincere.

Little Pang Ding obviously just asked this casually, and had no opinion at all about Qiao Annian's perfunctory answer.

"Hey, Big Joe, what happened to your left hand? Was it injured?"

Little Pang Ding was obviously not careful, and only now did he see the gauze wrapped around Joannian's arm.

Qiao Annian said casually again, "I fell."

Little Pang Ding's small eyes widened hard, "Did you fall? How did you fall? Did you fall while walking? When did you fall? You fell asleep early because your hand was injured and you couldn't play games. ?”

The children asked repeatedly, like a fat parrot, chirping endlessly.

At this time, Qiao Annian missed his little dumpling very much.

Hey, his dumplings are still cute!

Good looking and gentle.Cute and lovely.

I don't know if Xiaotuanzi's body temperature has completely subsided. It shouldn't turn into pneumonia again, right?

Qiao Annian just thought about Xiaotuanzi at home all the way, and followed Xiaopangding into a teaching building.

Thanks to Little Pang Ding, Qiao Annian finally knew what class he was in - six years (6).

Qiao Annian looked up at the class card, raised his eyebrows slightly, this number is auspicious enough.

The sound of reading is loud and clear.

Joannian was in a trance for a while.

How long has he been without the sound of reading?

The purity and beauty of dozens of people working together, without selfishness and distracting thoughts, focusing on doing one thing, and moving towards one goal wholeheartedly, is difficult to relive after leaving the campus.

Lin Lele walked to his seat and sat down. He put the schoolbag on his lap, took out the Chinese books from it, looked up at the door of the classroom, and quietly took out the custard bag and milk from it.

Lin Lele poked a hole in the milk. Out of the corner of her eye, she caught a glimpse of Qiao Annian still walking towards the back seat, with a puzzled expression on her face, "Brother Qiao, where are you going?"

Then suddenly realized, "Oh. I see, you didn't do your homework on weekends, and you plan to copy Xu Minglang's homework, right?"

After entering the classroom, just behind Little Pang Ding, he went straight to Qiao Annian, who was in the last row, and paused.

???

According to the laws of novels and TV dramas, bad characters like the original body who smoke, drink, and bully their younger brothers should all sit in the last row of the classroom?

Also, what about Xu Minglang, who is Xu Minglang?

At this moment, Qiao Annian felt that sitting in the last row, a young boy with black-rimmed glasses, a little dark skin, but good facial features seemed to be looking at him.

Joannian: "..."

Did he block the light of the little Zhengtai and prevent the flowers of the motherland from absorbing the nutrients of knowledge?

Qiao Annian just wanted to apologize, "I..."

Qiao Annian just opened his mouth, and Xiao Zhengtai pursed his lips, took four homework books from the table, lowered his head, and handed them to him silently.