Kicked out of the rich family at the beginning

The Ren family is like a half-handed existence in Xiangcheng, but the little policeman is not in vain.

Look at the lofty attitude of Ren Wanxuan and those people, and look at Bai Jia's well-behaved way of being persecuted and not forgetting to study. It only takes a second for them to favor the weak.

However, these words gave Ren Wanxuan a hard blow.

First "500,000", and then "VIP invitation letter", the whole office was stunned by the words.

Feeling relieved, Lu Lingxi sat down slowly, "So the police officer has nothing to do with my students, right?"

"certainly."

"How is it possible?" Ren Wanxuan didn't want to believe it at all.

In her eyes, Bai Po is a relative of Daqiufeng from the Ji family who doesn't know where he came from. The purpose of moving to Xiangcheng in the third year of high school is obvious, and he lives with Ji Heng in an alley that has not been developed for decades.

Not to mention the invitation letter, she might not even know where Blackwater Street opened.

Chen Zhu next to him only reached out to take the invitation letter from the police officer and read it carefully.

In fact, there is a big gap between the ordinary invitation letter and the VIP invitation letter. The invitation letter bought by the Ren family has been seen many times by Ren Wanxuan Chen, and he can quickly see the difference.

Chen Zhu looked at Ren Wanxuan, "This should belong to her, it's different from yours."

"Have you seen it?" The policeman reached out and took back the invitation letter in Chen Zhuo's hand, "This is someone else's property."

Then he reached out and returned the invitation letter to Lu Lingxi. He remembered that Lu Lingxi was the class teacher of that girl just now.

Ren Wanxuan pursed her lips, she didn't know where to start, her mind was confused, "Then, what about my invitation letter?"

The policeman didn't speak, he looked at Shi Yutong beside her.

Beside Ren Wanxuan, as early as when the police took out Bai Jian's invitation letter, something was wrong with Shi Yutong.

That invitation letter was obviously stuffed into the white schoolbag by her.

How did it become a white scorpion?

What about the invitation she slipped in?

"Miss Ren, "What kind of people are the police, they can even use a big memory recovery technique on perverted murderers, and Shi Yutong, who is not yet mature, can be seen through by them at a glance, "I think it's still Don't look at outsiders, is this classmate your friend?"

When Shi Yutong was seen by him, his face was pale and his whole body was limp on the ground.

Ren Wanxuan lowered her head and stared at Shi Yutong.

The monitor of class 8 was at the door, and when he heard this, he reacted and turned back to class 8 to look for Shi Yutong's desk.

The others looked at each other in blank dismay and followed suit.

In fact, the monitor of class 8 didn't look through much. Just as he took out his schoolbag, a red invitation letter fell on the ground.

Very silent scene.

Lu Lingxi looked at all the members of Class Eight blankly, then turned around and said to the vice principal, "The police are here too, let them deal with it."

"Of course," the policeman said, "500,000 items is not an ordinary crime of theft."

In the end, the monitor of class 8 just lowered his voice, a little dazed, he looked at Chen Zhu: "Brother Zhu, isn't it said that this invitation letter is very difficult to see? Why is there also Bai Ke?"

Moreover, it seems to be more advanced.

Chen Zhu has always been the leader of the eighth class, and this group of princes will naturally ask him about anything they encounter.

But now, Chen Zhu only narrowed his eyes slightly and shook his head.

Ren Wanxuan lowered her eyes and did not speak.

**

Class fifteen.

When Bai Po went back, her table and stool had been supported, her schoolbag and books had been tidied up, and everything was as it was.

Her usual lazy and casual face was rarely gloomy.

The beautiful eyebrows and eyes held the breath of "I must kill someone today".

Seeing her come back, the absent-minded people couldn't help but glance at her.

but……

No one dared to speak.

Bai Yu was wearing a blue and white school uniform jacket, and inside was a white T-shirt with a green bamboo embroidered on it.

She pulled out the chair, sat down lazily with her right elbow propped on the table, her long hair was pulled back, and she looked down at her notebook gracefully.

When the midday sun shines through the window, her half-closed eyes are hidden in the shadow cast by eyelashes, like a white tiger whose territory has been offended, calm and dangerous.

Until Bai Ke turned another page.

Most of the formula topics in Mr. Jiang’s notebook are written very clearly and are clear at a glance, but some are very casual, such as:

Maxwell's electromagnetic field theory——

Mr. Jiang: [omitted]

A classic motion problem of charged particles——

Mr. Jiang: [Obviously]

He drew a globe and added——

【The teacher didn't wake up? There is no gravity at all, this is space-time distortion]

A full page of complete and clear notes plus theorem, the last line——

Mr. Jiang: 【What nonsense are these teachers talking about? 】

[Make an IMO paper and calm down]

Mr. Jiang patiently wrote down the complete notes for a few days, and then asked a question——

[Why should I sit here and listen to the lecture? 】

Further on, there are several pages of questions about planetary density analysis based on celestial body movement, which should be written for others to read——

Mr. Jiang: [Why do you need me to explain such a simple topic? 】

After carefully analyzing the movement of celestial bodies for several days, it finally broke out——

【Has Jiang Xijue's brain been eaten by zombies? 】

【Ming Dongheng seems to be a paramecium】

【I want to blow up Xu Nanjing】

[What kind of group are the three of them? 】

[It is hard to imagine that a university will admit them]

...

It can be seen that he is not serious in class, often deserts, and complains indifferently.

Bai Po was about to die laughing at these words.

She took out her mobile phone, and someone seemed to recall something in his notebook, there was an unread message from an hour ago.

Teacher Jiang: [You can see something useful]

Bai Po poked his phone and lazily replied: 【Such as paramecium? 】

Teacher Jiang: [. . . . . 】

Bai Po: 【,】

Jiang Fuli on the opposite side stared at the comma for a while, then found a video from the album and sent it.

Bai Po opened it and took a look. It was a very spectacular blue ring of fire surrounded by transparent blue flames.

Her eyes lit up: [What is this]

Teacher Jiang: [Shock wave Mach ring]

Bai Po has favorited this video:【Very nice】

Teacher Jiang: 【Happy? 】

Bai Po: [. 】

She leaned on the table and looked at the Mahe ring repeatedly. Shi Yutong and Ren Wanxuan were forgotten by her, and then she lazily rested her chin and casually took a pen to write down other analyzes he wrote seriously.

behind.

A group of people motioned for Zhang Shize to ask questions.

As people in the same class, they are united as one, and the new classmates don't seem to be stealing from others.

Don't ask why, asking is to have a filter for beauties.

Zhang Shize looked back at them: [Why didn't you ask? 】

Just kidding, he has already felt Bai Ke's transformation and killing at close range, and he doesn't want to die, at least not now.

Everyone took it for granted: [Of course it's because you are handsome. 】

Zhang Shize: [It seems that it is not impossible to die. 】

Zhang Shize struggled for a long time. Seeing that the front table didn't seem to be that dangerous, he even began to slowly handle the milk that had just fallen on the floor.

He just reached out and poked the shoulder of the front desk lightly.

Putting one hand on the table, Bai Po turned his body slightly, his brows and eyes lazy: "Say."

"Oh," Zhang Shize rubbed his nose, "it's the Class 8 issue, can it be resolved? What's the situation now?"

He was at home helping his mother with the housework these two days, and he was so tired that he had to wake his mother up for dinner every morning. He planned to catch up on sleep at noon, but who knew that this would also be disturbed by the eighth class.

The rest of Class 15 seemed to be bowing their heads and writing vigorously, but in fact, everyone was listening with their ears pricked up.

Even Zhang Shize's gloomy deskmate Ning Xiao also looked up.

"It's solved." Bai Po turned around slowly, went back to drink some milk, and wrote a word.

Zhang Shize was taken aback.

Just as he was about to ask how it was solved, Lu Lingxi came in from the classroom door and gently put the invitation letter on the table, "Next time, don't put such a valuable thing in your schoolbag, or it might be stolen by them." Bite back."

"Oh." Bai Ke nodded.

Yang Lin at the same table looked at the invitation letter that Lu Lingxi was holding back, it was originally from Bai Po, "..."

She was silent, as if she wanted to scold something, but in the end she didn't speak, and silently took out a book to brush up the questions.

Wait for Lu Lingxi to go out.

The people from Class 15 couldn't help showing their true colors, and they all gathered around.

"Student Bai, this is actually yours?"

"What's going on?"

"Damn, I just saw that group of Class 8 mysterious people in the morning, and you have one too?"

"..."

Bai Po: "..."

She casually stuffed the invitation letter into Zhang Shize's hand, and said calmly, "Take it and read it, don't disturb my study."

How could they have imagined that Bai Jian casually threw something that Ren Wanxuan from Class 8 was clutching mysteriously to them, and a group of people went to surround Zhang Shize.

"brush--"

A group of teenagers turned to the battlefield.

Zhang Shize and his group took the fabled "White Tiger Auction Invitation Letter" to play during recess.

A few people in Class Eight couldn't bear the atmosphere of Class Eight, so they went to the playground to play.

As soon as I went to the playground, I saw the group of idiots from Zhang Shize's 15th class wandering around holding red invitation letters, asking everyone——

"Have you seen the invitation letter from the White Tiger Auction House? It's still the VIP version."

"Come on, today we will play table tennis with the invitation letter from the White Tiger Auction House."

"..."

The group of princes in the prince's class who were mysterious in the morning for fear of showing the appearance of the invitation letter to others: "..."

His face was a little stiff.

"Squad leader, why don't we go back."

**

In the evening, the training course at six o'clock remains the same.

Ren Wanxuan and Shi Yutong didn't come today.

The atmosphere of the training class today is a bit quiet and weird.

The head teacher of Class 8 came a little late today. He stood behind Bai Po for a long time, and every time he wanted to say something, he hesitated to speak.

Bai Po turned her head, looked at the head teacher of Class 8, blinked, as if she was asking——

【What's wrong? 】

Those almond eyes were pure black and white as always, with the usual expression.

Because of what happened at noon, the head teacher of Class 8, who didn't know how to apologize to Bai Po, was silent for a while.

He patted Bai Po on the shoulder, they were all smart people, he knew what Bai Po meant, and she didn't blame other people for the matter of the eighth class.

The head teacher of Class 8 lowered his voice, "I want to show some students your answer yesterday, is that okay?"

Some of the answers are beyond the outline, and some students may not be able to understand, so he only intends to give two who can understand.

Bai Po nodded, her cold white fingers pressed the black pen and twirled it at her fingertips, she said casually, "Okay."

The head teacher of Class 8 just stood up straight, today's tutoring lesson was still playing on the screen, he gently took the door out, took out the answers reorganized last night and printed two copies, he planned to give Ning Xiao and Chen a copy.

The answer was Bai Po's, so he asked Bai Po's opinion.

At 7:30, the head teacher of Class 8 handed out today's exercises.

And stood beside Bai Po, lowering his voice: "Bai Po, someone is looking for you, you pack up your things and go first."

Bai Po grasped the spinning pen, and finally said lazily: "Okay."

She put her things in her schoolbag and went out through the back door.

The make-up class is in the comprehensive building, and the dormitory students who came out of Bai Chi are also studying at night, and the whole campus is dark and quiet.

At the entrance of the complex building.

A black Audi parked there quietly.

Bai Po was wearing a simple school uniform, his overly bright face was softened under the dim light, and he walked down the steps slowly, with a straight back and a relaxed and restrained posture.

Next to the car, the secretary general who was standing saw a thin figure walking this way from a distance, it should be from the Ji family, he couldn't help holding his glasses.

Gently knocked the back seat door and reported to Ren Qian: "Sir, she came out."

"En." Ren Qian nodded lightly.

When he heard about the school incident in the afternoon, he carefully checked the records of Ji's family, including Bai Jian's.

The information is very ordinary. Bai Po's household registration has just been transferred to Xiangcheng, her parents are unknown, and she only has a score of 85 in Xiangcheng Middle School. Now she lives in a slum with Ji Heng.

Nothing else.

very clean.

At least there is nothing special about it from the information. It is a very ordinary senior high school student, so ordinary that it can't stir up a wave when thrown into the crowd.

Where did the special invitation to the White Tiger Auction come from?

Ren Qian came out of the back seat and looked up at the girl who had just stepped down the last step.

Many people didn't realize that it was Yang Lin who put the invitation letter back there, so she was puzzled when she saw that there was another one in the white bag.

Go to bed early! I want to fight till dawn!