After Rebirth, I Am the White Moonlight of All The Big Brothers

The sun is setting, and the heat has not dissipated.

The corridor of Jiang Fuyue Station was just in the west, and soon after, the whole body was sweating.

She simply took off her school uniform jacket and tied it around her waist, leaving a camisole inside.

Fortunately, this body is slender and tall, quite skinny and beautiful, even if the suspenders are not vulgar, but beautiful and slim.

Plus this time, the whole building is empty, who cares what she wears?

On the contrary, Jiang Han looked over frequently, his eyes both startled and envious.

Why is she so skinny? !

Why is she so thin? !

The key is to be so thin and powerful, and one kick makes people scream like that!

oh so angry...

Jiang Fuyue, who took off her coat, felt a lot more refreshed, and she brushed the questions more smoothly. There was a big problem to be drawn, so she simply put one hand under it, raised her arm, the light was instantly bright, and when she moved the tip of her pen, an almost standard ellipse appeared on the paper, and she added a few auxiliary lines at will.

In the midst of so many threads, the train of thought was clearly arranged in this way.

Just as she was about to move on to the next question, she suddenly sensed a prying message from not far away. It wasn't dangerous, but it was definitely not friendly.

Jiang Fuyue stood up straight, turned and looked across, only to see the back of a man pushing the door.

But for two seconds, the door closed and at the same time cut off her scrutinizing eyes.

Grade office?

Jiang Fuyue narrowed her eyes slightly, her eyes slightly darker.

...

"Parent Zhong Ziang?"

"Yeah." The man nodded slightly, and his reserved movements brought out the innate nobility.

Meng Zhijian recalled the principal's explanation, and somewhat guessed that the transfer student had a good background. Now, looking at the parent's temperament, he really wasn't an ordinary person.

The smile on his face became more and more polite, but his heart was full of bitterness——

Where is this sending students to him? It is almost the same for ancestors!

"Hello, I'm the class teacher of the seventh grade in high school, my surname is Meng."

"Hello, Teacher Meng."

"May I ask you and Zhong Ziang?"

"I'm his uncle."

"Oh, it's like this..."

On the first day of Zhong Zian's transfer, he was quite safe. Except for asking about some things from his classmates, he was sleeping. Otherwise, he was lying on the table and playing with his mobile phone, so he didn't cause trouble.

Entrusted by the principal, Meng Zhijian also greeted the teachers of various subjects, and turned a blind eye to him.

But the next day, this little bastard didn't know what was wrong, so he actually tried to provoke and change his words? !

The specific process does not need to be repeated, the result is that the two entered the office together.

Since Xie Dingyuan was late and Yici had been taken away by his parents, Zhong Zian was still standing crookedly in the corner, without any regrets, but his eyes were resolute and calm.

Only when Xie Dingyuan came in did he obediently call out "Uncle".

"Trouble teacher Meng, I already understand the situation, and I will educate him when I go back."

"No trouble, no trouble..."

After seeing off the pair of nephews, Meng Zhijian slumped on the seat and let out a long sigh of relief.

He felt that sooner or later, he would be tossed to death by those gangsters from Class Seven.

Once caught a rich second generation, the family either donated the building to the school, or invested money to repair the cafeteria and the library, all of which are golden lumps and precious eggs, which cannot be too light or heavy.

Many times, he thinks that he should teach this group of young masters and young ladies a lesson, so that they can taste the taste of being beaten by society. Unfortunately, he can only think about it, and has never put it into practice.

He is so difficult.

...

Xie Dingyuan strode ahead, Zhong Ziang followed behind, not daring to speak.

In the car, the two sat down.

"Ninth Master?" The driver asked with eyes open.

"Return to Yutianhua Mansion."

The engine started, and the car was silent for a while.

Zhong Ziang glanced to the side uneasily, seeing his uncle's stern profile, and the anxiety in his heart was magnified infinitely.

Xie Dingyuan is not like Xie Yunzao who grabs his ear and keeps nagging, and he can cry a lot when he talks; he is not like Zhong Yunyi directly sticking a stick in his hand and beats him first.

He just kept indifferent to you not far or near, and kept cold you silently, until you couldn't hold it back yourself and broke your psychological defense line first.

Zhong Ziang gritted his teeth, it was all a routine!

But since he was a child, he has been devoured by this routine.

Hold on, hold on this time! He secretly cheered.

But Xie Dingyuan really didn't seem to have any intention of speaking. He got out of the car and ignored him, entered the villa and went straight to the second floor.

Didn't come down to eat dinner.

"Little Master, do you want more food?" Liu Ma asked with a smile.

Zhong Ziang held his chopsticks, his eyes wandering: "Then what... don't you ask my uncle to eat?"

"Sir said he was busy, so don't call him."

"Oh..." Zhong Zian took a piece of spareribs, and it was tasteless.

"Do you still want food?"

"Don't eat." He put down his chopsticks, got up and left.

If you don't see it, you will not see it, when who can't hide? snort!

Liu Ma smiled and shook her head helplessly. The nephews and uncles started again...

That night.

With a bang, Zhong Ziang was so angry that he smashed the mouse: "Fuck!"

Lose again!

"I said Lin Shumo, are you going to play?!"

An innocent voice came from the headset: "No... You are the one who dragged me in."

Zhong Ziang gritted his teeth angrily: "You said that you have a very smart head, the first place in the exam, the first place in the competition, how can you become a black hole when you play games?"

"Maybe this is the legend... When God opens a door for you, it is bound to close a window?"

"Fuck off!"

"Yo, Angzi, you have a great temper today, who messed with you?" Another voice interjected, with obvious teasing.

Zhong Ziang tugged at his hair, tsk, pricked his hands.

"Don't mention it, it's annoying!"

"Yoah, what's the situation? You've already arrived in Linhuai, and the Emperor Tiangao is far away, and no one cares. Why are you so annoying if you're not happy?"

Zhong Zi'ang pouted and hummed twice, "Who said I was left alone?"

"You said your uncle? Can he take care of you? I don't believe it."

Thinking of Xie Dingyuan's cold and indifferent face, Zhong Zian started to become irritable again: "I'm not lucky, let's do this today, let's go."

"Hey—I haven't finished yet..."

The system pops up a message to remind "Friend player has been offline".

"Grass! Lin Shumo, let's continue—"

Another friend is offline.

"..."

The night is getting darker, and all sounds are silent.

study--

Xie Dingyuan closed the computer, took off his glasses, and his eyes were tired from concentrating for a long time.

After closing his eyes for ten minutes, he picked up the water glass and got up.

Before leaving, he meticulously checked the power supply and switches, and finally closed the windows, closed the curtains, and finally locked the study.

Each step is rigorous and orderly, and has its own set of rules and regulations.

dining room.

Liu Ma has prepared meals according to the recipe. From the selection of ingredients to the dosage of seasonings in the cooking process, they have been strictly screened and accurately measured.

In this way, it is ensured that the energy obtained by the ingestor through eating can reach the "optimal value" required by the body, not more than a cent, and not a little bit.

It's like the "optimal solution" in a math problem.

Precise and perfect.

"Uncle..." It was Zhong Ziang.

Xie Dingyuan put down the used napkin, folded it, and put it at hand.

Mother Liu knew that this was the signal that the meal was over, so she silently stepped forward and started cleaning up.

Xie Dingyuan got up and walked to the living room, Zhong Ziang lowered his eyes for a moment and raised his heels.

Sister Yue: This man is a real dog.

Jiuye: Dog is a noun, so you can't use it like that.

Sister Moon:  …