Reaper of Faith [Quick Travel GL]

Zhao Wanchen looked at the girl in front of him, and tightened his grip on the steering wheel, but on the surface he said very calmly, "Get in the car first."

"Okay." Shen Zhaoxi didn't hesitate, opened the door and sat in the passenger seat.

Zhao Wanchen asked while starting the car, "What do you want to eat tonight?"

"I'm not too hungry."

"I know a family of medicated food is pretty good, do you want to try it?"

Shen Zhaoxi thought for a moment, "Okay."

The car started slowly, and the wheels drove the two of them away from the gate of Jingying Middle School. He Zhao, who grabbed his schoolbag and hurried out of the classroom, stared dumbfounded at the familiar car as it drove faster and further away.

"He Zhao, why are you running so fast?"

Song Qianxi, who frowned and chased after her, was in a bad mood.

He Zhao recovered from a trance, turned his head to look at Song Qianxi, he opened his mouth, his eyes were full of bewilderment.

"No, nothing."

While talking, He Zhao took out his mobile phone and called Zhao Wanchen. After a while, the call was connected.

"Hi, hello, who is this?"

Who is it?

Who is it?

who...

He Zhao "..."

He called out sadly, "...sister."

Countless grievances and despair are condensed into this one word.

Zhao Wanchen, who was waiting for the red light, narrowed his eyes, and finally remembered what he always felt he had forgotten along the way.

Although the voice on the phone was slightly distorted, Shen Zhaoxi could still hear He Zhao's voice and the surging emotions inside.

She asked with some doubts, "What happened?"

"It's nothing," Zhao Wanchen said calmly, "It's just a little thing."

After answering Shen Zhaoxi's question, she said to He Chao, "You can take a taxi home by yourself."

He Zhao "...Sister, who are you with? I saw your car just now."

Zhao Wanchen treated his younger brother coldly, "No one, you will know, hang up, bye."

She admitted it!

She admits she came to school!

She obviously came to pick him up from school, but she forgot about him!

Which vixen got in his sister's car? !

No, he wants to go back and have a look.

"For rent, for rent—"

After stopping a car, He Zhao opened the door, got in and gave his home address.

He wants to see who is in his sister's heart, who actually overwhelms his precious brother.

"Eh..."

He Chao, who fell into the turmoil of falling out of favor, completely forgot about his sweetheart, and Song Qianxi didn't know why, not only was he full of anger, but he also ate a lot of car exhaust.

She stared dumbfounded at the back of the taxi going away, and after a while, she stamped her foot and said, "He Zhao, remember it for me!"

……

Different from He Zhao's hesitation and confusion, Zhao Wanchen, who left behind his "baby" brother, took Shen Chaoxi to the herbal restaurant without any psychological burden.

She handed the recipe to Shen Zhaoxi, "The medicated food in this store is said to be produced by the imperial court. It has a good nourishing effect, and people with a bad stomach can eat more."

Shen Zhaoxi first glanced at her in surprise, "How do you know that I have a bad stomach?"

After she finished speaking, she felt that she had asked a stupid question.

In order to take care of Yun Qingqiu's body that would collapse when the wind blows, in addition to practicing, she also went to the pharmacy to grab a lot of traditional Chinese medicine. With Chuguang's character, how could she not do research before contacting her.

Zhao Wanchen's expression was subtle for a moment before he said, "I guess."

For some reason, she didn't want the person in front of her to know that she was investigating her.

Shen Zhaoxi chuckled, and said without sincerity, "The guess is accurate."

Those eyes that were originally cold were suddenly filled with a gentle smile.

Zhao Wanchen, who was being watched by her, suddenly felt a certain string in his heart, as if someone had gently plucked it with his fingertips.

She pretended to stagger her gaze naturally, and used her fingers to pull the broken hair on her cheeks to cover up, but exposed her red ears.

Shen Zhaoxi hooked the corner of her mouth.

The best encounter in the world is reunion after a long absence.

Long time no see, my first light.

……

It took Zhao Wanchen a lot of effort to shift the topic to his stupid brother.

This is also the "real" purpose of the two meeting tonight - to find a tutor for He Zhao.

"...Xiao Chao's personality is quite out of character, and you may need to be stricter with her discipline."

"Student He Zhao is actually quite smart, but he doesn't focus on his studies much." Shen Zhaoxi showed a professional smile, "I believe that as long as he is willing to work hard, student He Chao's grades will soon catch up."

Zhao Wanchen stood up and stretched out his hand to Shen Zhaoxi, "Then I will trouble you."

Shen Zhaoxi held her hand, "Thank you for your trust."

When she let go, Shen Zhaoxi's fingertips slid across Zhao Wanchen's palm, and the latter curled up her fingers inadvertently, a trace of strange electric current spread along the place where the skin once touched, all the way to the nerve center.

After watching Shen Chaoxi go upstairs, Zhao Wanchen turned the car and prepared to go home.

Inadvertently glanced to the right from the corner of her eye, a reflection caught her attention.

It was Shen Zhaoxi's watch.

She grabbed the watch, and after a moment, let go of the steering wheel, and carefully put the watch on her left wrist.

The cold metal dial is close to the skin, as if it can still feel the warmth left by its original owner.

The black Maybach gradually disappeared into the deep night. On the second floor, Song Qianxi slowly closed the window.

Who is the person who sent Yun Qingqiu back?

Like most girls, Song Qianxi is not good at cars.

But whether she is good at it or not doesn't affect her recognizing the value of a car.

The car that took Yun Qingqiu home was obviously not cheap, when did Yun Qingqiu know such a rich person?

Or……

Thinking about the situation of both Yun Qingqiu's parents dying, Song Qianxi felt that she had to speculate on people's hearts with the greatest malice.

I don't know if the Yun family's parents have spirits in the sky, knowing that their daughter is so sad, will they be angry and come back to life.

Song Qianxi, who had seen Zhao Wanchen's Maybach once, never connected the two identical cars together from the beginning to the end.

Zhao Wanchen drove home, while driving, he was thinking about the conversation he had with Yun Qingqiu.

If there were people from the Zhao Group, they would definitely be surprised, because their little Mr. Zhao, who was always moody and angry, had a smile all over his face.

The car quickly drove into Zhao's underground garage.

In the not-so-small garage, a lot of luxury cars have already been parked. In comparison, Zhao Wanchen's black Maybach looks so ordinary and inconspicuous.

Finding a parking space at random and parked in, Zhao Wanchen got out of the car with her bag in hand, and then pressed the elevator leading directly to the first floor.

Ding-dong-

The elevator door slowly opened on the second floor. Surprisingly, the living room was not completely dark.

On the sofa, a floor lamp was turned on, and a tall and straight figure was sitting.

Somewhat surprised that the stupid brother didn't play games in the room, but Zhao Wanchen didn't ask any more questions, and prepared to go upstairs to his room with his bag.

"Cough cough."

Zhao Wanchen continued to go upstairs.

"Ahem—" The voice was louder now.

Zhao Wanchen asked doubtfully, "Is your throat uncomfortable? If it's not serious, go find medicine yourself. The medicine box is in the utility room. If it's serious, call Dr. Zhou—"

"Ahem!" Another earth-shattering cough interrupted her.

Zhao Wanchen leaned on the railing, waiting for He Zhao's next words.

He Zhao, who hadn't heard much for a long time, looked back, and was terrified by Zhao Wanchen who was watching him quietly.

But thinking of the grievance of being thrown at the school gate today, the anger suppressed the Congxin essence that was gradually being pointed at. He Zhao snorted and said awkwardly, "...don't you have anything to say?"

Zhao Wanchen was puzzled, "What did you say?"

He Zhao "..." lifted the table!

He decided to put it another way, "Did you come to the elite today?"

Although he didn't want to understand why he was going crazy, there was nothing to deny, Zhao Wanchen admitted openly, "Yes."

"Then why didn't you wait for me after school?"

Zhao Wanchen continued to wonder, "Did I say that I would come to pick you up tonight?"

When she said this, she felt a little guilty. At first, she really wanted to take He Zhao home along the way.

But what about the fact...

It can only be said that the presence of the stupid brother is really not very high.

So much so that after receiving Shen Zhaoxi, she forgot about him.

The stupid brother "..." was sad, wronged, and overturned the table.

His voice was louder, "Is there anyone more important than your dear brother?"

Zhao Wanchen pondered for a moment, and just when He Zhao thought she was going to apologize, she continued, "...do you really want to know?"

He Zhao "...Forget it, I don't want to know."

"Since you have nothing to do, go to bed early," Zhao Wanchen said, "If you have time to think about it, it's better to study hard. It's because there are too few homework, and when you have more homework, you won't ask such stupid questions. "

"I see."

He Chao rushed upstairs angrily. On the stairs, he raised his hand and wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes.

Zhao Wanchen paused, feeling that He Chao had misunderstood something.

But it doesn't matter if you misunderstand anything. In her opinion, her younger brother's brain capacity cannot hold too many complicated things.

Zhao Wanchen's understanding of He Chao was not wrong.

After hugging the pillow and crying to sleep, when He Zhao woke up the next day, what he thought was not how he had no place in his sister's heart, but how ugly his eyes were swollen like this.

He covered his face with his hands, opened the door secretly, and found that there was no one in the living room. He tiptoed quietly downstairs, and sneaked into the kitchen like a thief.

Holding a bowl of ice cubes in his hand, and after checking around, He Zhao started to sneak back again.

At the same time He Zhao closed the door, the elevator leading from the living room to the underground garage opened.

Zhao Wanchen came out accompanied by Shen Zhaoxi.

The decoration of Zhao's villa is more Chinese style.

But it is not the Chinese style of mahogany tables and mahogany chairs, but a proper fusion of various Chinese elements in the modern geometric design.

Both modern fashion, but also full of classic charm.

Although there are no vulgar gold and silver decorations, the Zhao family's background and wealth are reflected everywhere. It is not difficult to see that the Zhao family's taste is quite good.

As for He Zhao's taste... Shen Zhaoxi might think that he might be some kind of strange mutant.

After all, every red-eyed fruit fly can mutate into a white-eyed fruit fly, and pass it on to the next generation vigorously before dying to form a group. What mutation is impossible in humans?

Zhao Wanchen asked in a showy tone, "Do you like it?"

Shen Zhaoxi looked around, nodded affirmatively, "Very good."

So Zhao Wanchen smiled triumphantly, like a kid showing off his success after getting good grades in the exam, "The design here is a work I practiced when I was 13 years old. Later, I perfected it one after another to make this design." look."

If there is a video of He Chao Zhao Wanchen showing off Song Qianxi's expression that night, pull it out for comparison, it is easy to find that whether it is showing off his beloved to others or showing off his possessions to his sweetheart, the faces of the two The facial expressions are almost the same.

Shen Zhaoxi's eyes widened, showing a bit of surprise, and he affirmed again without hesitation, "Wow, that's really amazing, beyond my imagination, I thought it would be some mature work of an international master .”

Zhao Wanchen pursed her lips tightly, but a smile spread naturally.

Shen Zhaoxi was arranged in the study, and after confirming that she was satisfied with everything, Zhao Wanchen went out and knocked on He Zhao's door.

"I'm coming--"

Different people knock on the door differently.

Zhao Wanchen knocked on the door, always three times, three times.

Every three times, she would give the person who knocked on the door a waiting period, and if the door was knocked more than nine times, she would choose to leave—but this was the treatment ordinary people had.

If He Zhao didn't open the door for the ninth time, he should tighten his skin and get ready to be dealt with.

While putting on clothes on his body, he shook off the quilt with his hands, and stuffed the socks and other messy things into them to hide them. Before the ninth knock came, He Zhao finally opened the door in a hurry.

Zhao Wanchen's hand fell to nothing, and he saw He Zhao leaning against the door frame, posing in a pose that he thought he was handsome, playing with the broken hair on his forehead, and asked pretendingly, "Beauty, what's the matter?"

Zhao Wanchen, who was used to his younger brother's constant convulsions, didn't change his face, "I just remind you that your make-up teacher is here."

He Zhao was taken aback, and exclaimed in surprise, "Is it Xixi?"

Zhao Wanchen paused subtly, "It's Xixi, not Xixi."

With a beautiful longing for Song Qianxi, He Zhao took 10 minutes to wash up and blow-dry his hair in a simple but handsome style.

Putting on a clean but thoughtful shirt, and stepping on his favorite sneakers, He Zhaocai knocked on the door of the study room full of apprehension.

"Enter."

A cold female voice came, familiar but not that he knew Song Qianxi.

Since it wasn't a goddess, he immediately opened the door and walked in without hesitation. When he saw the person sitting at the desk, he frowned, "Why are you?"

Shen Zhaoxi turned her head, seeing the hesitant look on He Zhao's face, she didn't take it seriously.

Whether He Zhao is happy or not is out of her consideration.

If you are happy, there is a happy teaching method, and if you are unhappy, there is an unhappy teaching method.

Out of professional ethics, she showed a shallow and hypocritical smile, "Hi, student He Zhao, I am your tutor."

"What qualifications do you have to tutor me?" Disappointed, He Zhao showed a disgusted expression, "I don't know how you persuaded my sister, but I hope you have a little self-knowledge, there are many people with better grades than you in the elite Yes, if you are sensible, you can ask my sister to resign, or don't blame me for embarrassing you."

If the people who came were the other two other than Song Qianxi from the top three in the grade, he gritted his teeth and endured it.

But Yun Qingqiu?

Although his grades are not good, he also knows that she was in the top ten of the grade in the final exam last year, okay?

When did it take He Chao's turn to tutor someone with such poor grades?

"I know that classmate He Zhao has opinions on me. In fact, for some reason, I don't really want to tutor classmate He Zhao, but," Shen Zhaoxi shrugged, looking helpless, "Sister Ling took the initiative to find me. , and gave me sincere expectations, hoping that I would play an important role in teaching her brother. Since I have made a promise, I must do it, so unless Lingjie asks for dismissal on her own initiative, otherwise I will not resign voluntarily."

He Zhao frowned, "What can you teach me?"

"The method of learning, the attitude of learning, and the importance of hard work to make up for one's weakness."

"Diligence can make up for one's weakness?" He Zhao sneered.

Although he felt that he was not very promising, but that was compared to his abnormally smart sister.

Since when is a passer-by who comes from anywhere qualified to say this to him?

"Come on, I don't know where you got the confidence to have the courage to say such things to me..."

……

What kind of experience is it to be hanged and beaten by more than a dozen students in one grade?

What kind of experience is it not only being hanged, but also fancy hanged?

In a trance, He Zhao began to doubt the teaching quality of the elite.

When did the elite become so awesome?

There are more than a dozen students in the grade at this level, how inhuman would those people in the front row be?

His grades were poor, but not entirely without advantages.

At least in terms of language, there are very few people in the entire elite who are stronger than him.

Although it is not enough to be proficient in eight languages, it is still possible to be familiar with three languages ​​and understand five languages.

Zhao Wanchen, who has a mother and compatriot, also does not lack similar talents, even stronger, so the most indispensable thing in the study is the original language books from various countries.

In terms of the expensiveness of books in other countries, it can be said that this study room is the most valuable in the entire villa except his mother's and his sister's safes.

If a fire burns out, millions or even tens of millions of RMB will evaporate along with it.

He Zhao is most proud and proud of his language learning ability.

Until Shen Zhaoxi appeared in front of him.

By flipping through the dictionary, you can read the original article fluently, understand the phonetic symbols, and listen to the pronunciation once, and then you can pronounce the original text without error——

Where the hell did the gods come down to abuse mortals?

From the elation of finding out the original document in a small language at the beginning, to the dazed feeling of being slapped in the face, He Zhao was in shock and couldn't recover for a while.

Until Shen Zhaoxi held the book in his hand and began to speak, "Since you said that I am qualified to be your teacher by defeating you in what you are good at, is it okay now?"

"Hmph, maybe you think that's the only thing I'm good at." He Zhao decided to start playing tricks, "It is said that people need to develop morality, intelligence, physique and beauty in an all-round way. If you have the ability, you can play games with me."

Shen Zhaoxi frowned, "I've never played this before."

Even though he knew that his request was unreasonable, He Zhao's tail cocked up when he heard that Shen Zhaoxi couldn't do it, and said triumphantly, "Then go resign."

Shen Zhaoxi looked at him and smiled slightly, "Although I haven't played it before, if I don't try it, how would I know?"

The familiar smile reminded He Zhao of the scene when he took out the original book in a small language, "Although I haven't learned it before, if I don't try it, how will I know?"

He suddenly had a bad feeling.

An hour later, the premonition came true.

He Zhao played a lot of games, because of his talent point, he performed well in these games, and he also had a game live account for playing, and occasionally a live broadcast of a game would have countless people shouting "God crazy point 666" .

But all the cheers and honors came to an abrupt end on the day he invited Shen Zhaoxi to play games with him.

Whether it's ve or v, superb hand speed and extraordinary game awareness make Shen Chaoxi invincible.

He Zhao believed that Shen Zhaoxi was not lying when she said that she was playing games for the first time. Before she started playing the game, she acted quite strange. That kind of strangeness was not the strangeness deliberately shown by a proficient pretending to be Xiaobai, but a kind of new field. Ignorant and dazed, just by looking at her adjectives for many game objects, it is not difficult to guess that Shen Chaoxi's usual game strategy range is probably the largest, which is the dress-up "Miracle x Warmth".

But it only takes 10 minutes. Through the novice tutorial, Shen Zhaoxi can learn most of the rules of the game without a teacher, and become a real master by following the rules. Occasionally, she will show off and burst into master-level operations.

If the two were rivals in the game, Shen Zhaoxi could kill him to the point where he could not love each other. If they were teammates, Shen Zhaoxi could make him fully feel the joy of winning with his eyes closed...

He Zhao shuddered all over, only feeling that the world changed from color to black and white, feeling dull for a while.

Playing a game happily made Shen Zhaoxi feel the joy of e-sports.

Too bad the computer's reaction time slowed her down.Regardless of whether it is a machine or a human opponent, the computing power is far inferior to him.

In He Zhao's eyes, many battles that were full of thrills and dangers were just a process of raising a gun and shooting to Shen Zhaoxi.

There is no sense of crisis at all.

Still, it piqued her interest.

On the wall of the study room, there was a picture of He Zhao playing basketball when he was a child. When she saw it, she said with great interest, "Otherwise, we will compete in basketball. I heard that you are also very good at basketball."

He Zhao "...nothing, nothing."

He was afraid that he would lose interest in life and become a salted fish from now on.

God, since Shengyu, He Shengliang.

Having a sister is not enough, why do you need Yun Qingqiu to attack him?

Does the world give ordinary people a way to survive? !

This is not fair!

No matter how he roared in his heart, He Zhao finally had to sit obediently in front of the desk. Under Shen Zhaoxi's eyes, he looked like a schoolboy obediently.

"I read your previous test papers. To be honest, you did a good job on the difficult problems, which shows that your thinking is very active and your logic is very clear. It is not a problem in this respect, but the basic questions are a mess. I think this is because you studied. Not careful enough, general understanding, not in-depth, and lack of a lot of practice...

"In order to live up to Ling Jie's expectations, these are the exercises that I sorted out last night. The scope is suitable at this stage and you need to practice intensively. I hope you can give it to me within this week."

Looking at a pile of copy paper about thirty centimeters high, He Zhao's face was full of confusion about who I am and where I am.

He murmured as if in a dream, "...Is this too much?"

"A lot?" Shen Zhaoxi took it for granted, "Diligence can make up for one's weakness."

She added logically, "You're stupid, just work harder."

After some blows, He Zhao felt that everything she said made sense.