Kicked out of the rich family at the beginning

The head teacher of Class 8 quickly found out the glasses and put them on.

He also dug out the answer given by Jiang Jing, and carefully compared it with this classmate. The answer he gave was commonplace, following the rules, and the most formal and concise method.

All the students in the training class follow this step.

Even himself is no exception.

However, the answer sheet in his hand was different. He couldn't take his eyes off a single punctuation mark. After reading it, he even had a sudden realization——

"It turns out that this question means this."

The head teacher turned his eyes to the name, and it was no surprise that the neat and beautiful words——

White scorpion.

With a big wave of his hand, he counted an unprecedented "10" on the usual score.

**

Nine p.m.

underground laboratory.

"The energy threshold is low," Jiang Fuli looked up and took off his glasses. He propped the table with one hand and pointed to an energy diagram he just drew with the other. Some of the energy is gone..."

With a straight posture, he methodically analyzed the results just detected.

Drawing a curve lightly with a pencil is comparable to drawing by a computer.

The slightly dim light from the laboratory shone on his smooth side face, each stroke seemed to be carefully drawn, and the long and dense eyelashes were slightly drawn, casting a light shadow.

The team members next to him took pens and papers to write down what he just said.

"That's it for today." Jiang Fuli put away the pen and casually pinned it to his neckline. With his slender fingertips, he pulled out a black mask from his pocket to cover his tall nose.

He is tall, and the black coat makes him look a little thin.

Everyone watched his leaving back, a boy calmly put away the recording pen, and said firmly, "Something is wrong."

Others nodded one after another.

As we all know, Jiang Fuli's group is the most sophisticated group in China. It is often because Mr. Jiang basically stays in the laboratory until twelve o'clock every day, and does not return home at night. It is not uncommon to rest in the laboratory for a month.

Once a team member heard that the Jiang family asked him about a trivial matter, and he scolded him for five minutes in the office.

People from the Jiang family didn't dare to come to him at will.

However, in the past two days, he went back on time at nine o'clock every day.

"Heh," the girl next to the boy took out the recorder in his pocket gloomily, "Are you secretly recording behind our backs? I'll tell you why you answer Young Master Jiang's questions so quickly every time!"

"He Wen, you really deserve to die."

Boy: "..."

in the car.

Jiang Fuli sat in the back seat.

The computer was placed on the table, and the phone rang. He glanced at it and picked it up.

There was a male voice on the other side of the phone, "Why did you reject Gao's family? It's just stuffing people in, not letting them go to Jiang's house. I knew that once your mother died, you wouldn't treat me as your uncle..."

Jiang Fuli didn't listen to the latter.

The car stopped slowly, and the assistant got out of the car to get Jiang He's dinner from the trunk.

Jiang Fuli looked out of the window, through the window.

He could see Jiang He and Bai Po still sitting in the milk tea shop, and a small white light lit up above their heads.

Jiang Fuli withdrew from his emotions, he was slow, calm and distant, "Because it's useless."

"What?"

"I said," Jiang Fuli's eyes were light, calm as a deep pool, and suppressed coldly. He took a black notebook and got out of the car directly, "I don't collect garbage."

After hanging up the phone, Jiang Fuli approached.

Bai Po is working on a physics test paper, lying on the table to write the paper that the physics teacher just sent out today.

Seeing Jiang Fuli, she raised her eyes, her chin resting on her arm, and said hello lazily: "Teacher Jiang."

"Have you finished your homework yet?" Jiang Fuli pulled away the chair opposite.

Do high school seniors have so much homework now?

"Almost." Bai Po wrote the last line, and saw the black notebook in his hand.

"This," Jiang Fuli pushed the notebook over very calmly, his exquisite eyebrows and eyes were as cold and indifferent as ever, and even his voice seemed casual: "My previous physical notebook."

Bai Po cheered up, she looked at the notebook, her black pupils reflected the light above her head, she was too beautiful, "Thank you."

Jiang He was on the side, watching Jiang Fuli intently.

Because she was going to a training class at night, Bai Po didn't ask Ji Heng to wait for her to go back to eat. She ate in the cafeteria at night and read books with Jiang He at the milk tea shop after school before going back.

**

Ji Heng would wait for Bai Po to go back at the alley every night, and today is no exception.

It was almost ten o'clock.

Bai Po recalled that time dilated, "Grandpa, are you sleepy?"

Holding the flashlight, Ji Heng originally wanted to say that he was not sleepy, but remembering what Bai Po had been doing in the past two days, he said cautiously: "A little sleepy."

"Ah," Bai Po felt a little regretful, "Then I'll wake you up tomorrow morning."

Ji Heng: "..."

Do you have to call?

The next day, Thursday.

As soon as Ji Heng opened his eyes, he saw the person squatting beside his bed.

"Grandpa," Bai Po was listening to English words, but when he saw him open his eyes, he turned off his voice, "Are you awake?"

Ji Heng: "..."

Wherever he went later, the white scorpion followed him: "*\u0026amp;amp;^%$ @(^\u0026amp;amp;%..."

As soon as Ji Shaojun entered the yard, he heard Bai Po's lazy voice, "So time will change according to everyone's speed...Grandpa, do you understand?"

"..."

"Grandpa, why don't you speak?" Bai Po turned his head.

Ji Heng spat out the mouthwash silently, "Maybe it's because your grandfather is brushing his teeth."

Why.

Why are high school students so energetic.

She doesn't need to sleep?

When has Ji Heng's yard been so lively? Ji Shaojun smiled and watched Bai Po surround Ji Heng from the kitchen to the yard and then to the storage room.

Bai Po got up early in the morning and went to Qingshui Street to buy breakfast.

At 6:40, she heard the correct answer from Ji Heng, and then she put on her school uniform and went out, "Grandpa, uncle, I'm leaving first."

As soon as she went out, the whole yard became deserted.

Ji Shaojun looked at Ji Heng's serious face, and complained from the bottom of his heart, just pretend if you see it, you may be in the sky when you hear the word "grandpa".

**

In the third year of Xiangcheng Middle School, there are physical education classes.

Class 15 is the last session every Thursday morning, together with Class 8.

There are only a few classes a week, and there are more than 80 classes in the school, and there are always several classes in physical education.

"It didn't exist before," said Lu Xiaohan, who was also lazy at the front desk of Bai Po, and sat next to Bai Po to explain to her, "I was reported anonymously later, and the school had to arrange a physical education class."

Bai Po was holding a black notebook, and sat under the tree after the physical education teacher said free activities, flipping through it slowly.

Even if she didn't do anything, many people pretended to look here casually.

Another basketball flies here.

It's just that this time it was a bit off, and the ball with the whirlwind hit Bai Jian's head straight.

A boy shouted anxiously, "Little—"

Bai Po slowly turned a page of paper with one hand, without raising her head, but just when the ball was about to hit her face, she raised her other hand, and the fast flying ball hit her palm firmly!

The wind brought by the impact of the ball gently blew up the loose hair on her forehead.

At noon, the sun is just right.

She weighed the ball in her hands, looked up at the boy lazily, the sun shone through the cracks in the tree above her head, and she threw the ball to the boy carelessly.

Smiling at him, his eyebrows and eyes like jade: "Be careful."

The boy reached out to take it.

His face was flushed, and it took him a long time to recover and return to the team. A few of his teammates lowered their voices and said excitedly, "Damn, you're so handsome!"

"Ten minutes," Lu Xiaohan recovered, she closed her mouth and counted for Bai Po, "In just ten minutes, two badmintons and three basketballs accidentally fell in front of you, student Bai, how exaggerated! "

Bai Po smiled lazily.

She lowered her head, took out her mobile phone, took a picture of a black cat on her notebook and sent it to Jiang Fuli——

【Your paintings are not as good-looking as my grandfather's】

Teacher Jiang: [. . . . 】

not far away.

"She's actually reading?" Shi Yutong stared at Bai Po's direction, with a heavy haze between his brows: "What are you pretending to score 85?"

Ren Wanxuan was leaning on the horizontal bar, holding a bag in her hand.

"Sister Wanxuan, let me tell you, do you have an invitation letter for the International White Tiger Auction?" A few people from Class 8 came over with a basketball in their hands and said mysteriously, "We haven't seen each other yet." Pass."

Ren Wanxuan looked at Chen Zhu.

Chen Zhu nodded to her.

Ren Wanxuan smiled, she weighed the bag, originally wanted to open it directly, but when she saw the white scorpion not far away, she paused, "I'll show you in another place."

Lu Xiaohan didn't dare to offend the members of the eighth class, but dared to complain to Bai Po secretly, "Show me that I'm not special."

But I also know that it should be a rare thing to be so rare by someone in the prince class.

After finishing physical education class, Bai Po went to the cafeteria to eat with Lu Xiaohan and Yang Lin.

Along the way, Lu Xiaohan tried her best not to stare at Yang Lin.

Zhang Shize and others also came to Bai Po's table after eating, Yang Lin sat beside Bai Po, and there was only one vegetable in her bowl.

Bai Po casually put the chicken legs in her bowl, and she was calm and calm after receiving tens of millions of child support: "This is the child support that my mother and my scumbag father each gave me after they divorced. The child support is not much. You will remember it later."

Yang Lin paused with chopsticks.

Lu Xiaohan's mind was spinning wildly, Bai Po sent several messages in one sentence, she opened her mouth, and just wanted to say to Bai Po, "Yang Lin won't want it".

I saw Yang Lin let out a soft "hmm".

Yang Lin ate very quickly, and went back after a few mouthfuls.

Lu Xiaohan and Zhang Shize were still sitting in their seats, greatly shocked——

So they can't send things out because their parents haven't divorced?

"Student Bai Po." After eating, as soon as Bai Po and the others walked to the second floor, they saw the head teacher of Class 8 coming out of the office on the second floor. He was wearing glasses.

The head teacher of the Prince's class, Zhang Shize and others naturally knew each other.

A few students were afraid of seeing the teacher, so they went to the third floor to make a fuss.

Leave a white man alone.

"You did a good job last time." The head teacher of Class 8 stood in the corridor, sighed and then dissatisfied: "Why did you study Chinese before? What a nonsense."

Bai Po narrowed his eyes and said honestly, "Teacher, someone else taught me yesterday's topic."

"It has nothing to do with teaching," he laughed, "I can understand your whole problem-solving thinking from your steps. If you can understand the problem, I will give the answer to the training class, and only a few people can understand it. "

Bai Po really wanted to explain to this teacher.

If Jiang Fuli told them once, they could also write it out, but they didn't know whether the teacher believed it or not.

She touched her nose and returned to the third floor after receiving the compliment.

Of course, she wouldn't know—

It's fine if Mr. Jiang doesn't scold them, talk about the topic?

Ah.

**

eighth class.

Chen Zhu and others never ate in the school cafeteria, and several of them ate in the private restaurant outside the school before coming back.

Ren Wanxuan returned to her seat, because she was going to eat and the others still had to read the invitation card, so she asked Shi Yutong to wait for them to finish reading and bring her bag back to class.

Once back, she opened the bag.

"What's wrong?" Chen Zhu saw Ren Wanxuan's expression changed, and he stood up.

Ren Wanxuan's face was so cold that she looked around the class: "Who came to our class at noon?"

This expression is obvious, something has been lost.

The people in Class 8 are all famous figures in Xiangcheng, and they all know Ren Wanxuan's identity in private, so they wouldn't do such a thing.

There is only one possibility, outsiders.

"No...it's that one?" The squad leader looked nervous, and he got up quickly, talking about the invitation letter.

Today the whole class is queuing up to see her invitation letter.

Seeing Ren Wanxuan's gloomy face, the squad leader knew he had guessed right.

"Damn," he thumped the table hard, and glanced around the class, "Is there anyone who came to our class at noon?"

No one dared to speak, and everything was silent.

"That," after a while, a girl in the corner raised her hand silently, and said hesitantly, "At noon, I seem to have seen the transfer student from Class 15 come to the second floor."

Ren Wanxuan has never been so angry. She has lived a pampered life since she was a child.

At school, others only looked up to her, not to mention the things she put in her bag, even if she didn't want them, no one would have the guts to touch them.

Hearing the girl's words, Ren Wanxuan gritted her teeth, "Bai Po, right?"

She threw the bag on the ground and walked directly towards Class 15.

While walking, she took out her mobile phone and sent a message to her father——

【You have to bring that relative of yours to our school to disgust me, right? 】

good night hope you sleep