Spear Teacher

Next to the artificial pond of Qiao Family Manor.

In the shade of green trees, three lounge chairs are placed side by side.

On the lounge chairs, from left to right, lie an old man, a young man, and a child, each holding a fishing rod in their hands.

From the clothes to the style to the postures, the three people are almost like they were carved from the same mold.

"......"

"......"

"......"

The breeze blows gently across the calm water, bringing a few ripples, and the three figures are motionless as if they have entered a state of meditation.

"——"

Suddenly, the float in the middle moved.

In a flash, the fishing rod swung violently, and the transparent fishing line as thin as a hair jumped out of the water with a lively carp.

"Aunt Qiyu!"

Qiao Xinxin held the shorter section of the children's fishing rod in her hand, and looked at the little aunt beside her who was reeling in the rod neatly with bright eyes:

"You are so good!"

"Tsk..."

Jiang Qiyu reeled in the rod, unhooked the small fish fry that was only as long as the index finger on the hook, and frowned slightly dissatisfied:

"Why is it so small?"

Then, in the shocked eyes of the old and the young on both sides,

she grabbed the small fish with her left hand and slowly raised her right hand——

"Pah pah pah"

She shot left and right, mercilessly throwing the small fish a few big dicks.

Then, pointing at the unfortunate little fish fry that was stunned, he warned sternly:

"Go, call your parents to me."

After saying that, without any hesitation, he threw his hand-

"Bang--"

The little fish that suffered an unexpected disaster because of greed was thrown back into the pond...

"..."

Qiao Xinxin, who was stunned on the spot, blinked twice and looked at her great grandfather who was also shocked:

"Will it remember it like this?"

"..."

On the other side, Mr. Qiao secretly glanced at the big fish in the bucket at Jiang Qiyu's feet.

He lowered his head and looked at the pitifully small fish fry in the bucket in front of him, frowning tightly:

"There must be something wrong..."

When the old man was struggling with why he was not as good as a little girl after fishing for half a lifetime, he heard the sound of a fishing rod cutting through the air again.

"Swoosh"

The hook with the bait went into the water accurately. Jiang Qiyu moved the float slightly and put the fishing rod on the stand.

"Oh..."

With a long sigh, he changed to a more comfortable position and lay on his back again.

He took out his mobile phone and opened Weibo, and selected the recent contact to send a private message.

[We are all sb, what's there to fight about]: [Screenshot]

[We are all sb, what's there to fight about]: How do you say?

[Private diary of a pure female anchor]: Hiss - this is hard to comment.

Although this parallel world is different from her previous experience, there are still some places that have not changed much.

Just like the diary teacher Gu Xunjian.

Although he won an award for participating in "Big Times 4", he was only a flash in the pan in the domestic entertainment industry, and soon he was silent because of the black material of being supported by the sponsor due to the unspoken rules.

Later, he retired from the circle and transformed himself, and went back to be a beauty blogger. In more than two years, he attracted many fans.

The account she used to surf and scold Lu Heng also changed from [Private Diary of a Pure Female Star] to [Private Diary of a Pure Female Anchor].

The two of them have similar temperaments and values. Gu Xunjian also likes to help people solve emotional problems, and Jiang Qiyu happened to have emotional problems.

After a few visits, they soon became familiar with each other again.

[We are all sb, what's there to argue about]: He said get out, there must be some meaning in it.

[Private Diary of a Pure Female Anchor]: sb teacher, he has already scolded you to get out, you still don't understand what it means?

[We are all sb, what's there to argue about]: I thought about it for a long time.

[We are all sb, what's there to argue about]: The word "get out" has three drops of water, does this mean that his longing for me is as turbulent as the rolling river?

[We are all sb, what's there to argue about]: I am a little touched, I don't know what he is doing now.

[Private diary of the pure female anchor]:......

[Private diary of the pure female anchor]: Please, sb teacher, can you give me half of your optimism [grievance]

[Private diary of the pure female anchor]: If it doesn't work, you can go and meet him in person?

[We are all sb, what's there to fight about]: Good idea.

Jiang Qiyu put away her phone immediately after sending this sentence.

Naturally, she didn't see the next sentence of the diary teacher [Maybe your fantasy will be shattered after meeting? ]

"......"

She turned her head to look at Mr. Qiao, who was still sighing about his fishing skills, and said solemnly:

"Grandpa,I want to make a comeback. "

"Ah?"

Mr. Qiao didn't react for a moment, and looked up with a puzzled look:

"What to pay?"

"Efforts," she clenched her fists, and looked into the distance with a determined face:

"Take back everything that belongs to me!"

"......"

One month later.

An unusually eye-catching dark green limited edition Porsche 911 was parked at the exit of City A Airport.

It attracted the attention of passers-by, and they opened their eyes unconsciously when they saw the car.

As the capital of the country, City A naturally has no shortage of luxury cars on the road.

What surprised people was that the license plate number of this Porsche 911 was——

[京A·SB886]

What was even more shocking was that an electric suitcase with its own BGM carried a woman with a good figure and delicate face.

It rushed from the airport exit at lightning speed.

When the young woman appeared, the driver of the Porsche 911 immediately got out of the car and waited by the side.

After a month of eating delicacies from the Qiao family, Jiang Qiyu's face was no longer depressed and sick, and she was back to her previous vigorous state.

When she saw the familiar SB car at the exit, her originally flying eyebrows slightly curved.

Rejecting the driver's help, she stuffed the suitcase into the front cover of the sports car with one hand, took the car key and bent down to sit in the main driver's seat.

Then, she lowered the window of the co-pilot, stuck her head out and said to the driver who was standing respectfully on the side of the road:

"Brother, get in the car."

The driver waved his hand quickly after hearing this: "Miss cousin, you don't need to, I can do it myself--"

But before she finished her refusal, she saw the delicate-looking woman in the car showing a shy smile:

"No, I don't know the way."

"Reply... OK, Miss cousin. "

After the driver in a suit and tie sat in the passenger seat, the Porsche 911, which was extremely cool from the body to the license plate, took off with a "boom".

It quickly disappeared from people's sight...

Thirty seconds later.

The roar was getting closer, and the Porsche that had just driven out turned back.

It passed the original position,

and went away in the completely opposite direction with a "whoosh"...