Mr. Fu's little ancestor was reborn

Chapter 16 016: I will pass away, but you will be eternal

"I see you are in a state of despair so early in the morning. What are you thinking about?"

"It's nothing," Jiang Yi came back to his senses at Jiang Chuan's questioning.

He reached out and touched the end of his hair, took out a rubber band and tied it up.

"I see that you are distracted, and it doesn't look like it's nothing," Jiang Chuan responded nonchalantly while driving.

Jiang Yi lowered his eyes slightly, knowing that if he didn't say anything, Jiang Chuan would definitely ask more questions.

"I want to cut my hair."

"Cut your hair?" Jiang Chuan's tone was high, as if he had heard something unbelievable.

"You used to value your hair the most. You often said that your head can be broken and bleeding can occur, but your hair cannot be broken."

Jiang Chuan's surprise was not unreasonable. There was a huge difference between Jiang Yi before and Jiang Yi now.

But it was probably because he was too close, and others were suspicious of him, but the Jiang family themselves had never felt it.

"I don't want to stay anymore," Jiang Yi said lightly, with a little disappointment.

Jiang Chuan was afraid that she would be in a bad mood, so he nodded: "It's okay if you don't stay."

Jiang Yi could tell that the Jiang family cared for her far more than she understood, but this kind of care was deliberate.

Deliberately please her, deliberately put her first.

Jiang Yiluo's fingertips were gathered together on her knees, and her thumb and index finger were peeling off her nails alternately. Her eyes were lowered, making it difficult to see what she was thinking.

Jiang Chuan glanced sideways at her and didn't find anything strange.

"Last time I heard from my mother that you are interested in international relations?"

Jiang Yi hummed lightly.

"I know a few friends who are negotiators. I will bring you to meet them later."

Jiang Yi was stunned, and his eyes fell on Jiang Chuan with surprise.

If it was a negotiator, then there should be no negotiator in the capital that she didn't know.

Or maybe everyone should know her name.

"Okay," Jiang Yi looked forward to the day when he would see everyone.

It was like a headless fly suddenly saw hope.

"But we have to wait for a while. I heard them say a big event happened a few days ago. I guess they haven't been thinking about it recently."

Jiang Yi nodded: "There's no rush."

After arriving at school, Jiang Yi went to class.

As soon as he walked into the classroom, he met an acquaintance. When Zuo Fei saw her, his eyes lit up and he waved her over.

"Are you there too? You also took the French class as an elective?"

Jiang Yi nodded.

"You only took art classes before," Zuo Fei said strangely, feeling that she knew very little about Jiang Yi, or that she was no longer the same Jiang Yi as before.

"Language is the beginning of art," Jiang Yi reached out and took out the textbook and put it on the table, always giving people a faint feeling.

It seems that nothing in this world is beyond her eyes.

Zuo Fei stared at Jiang Yi for a while and smiled: "Will you go to the college's party tonight?"

Jiang Yi was stunned for a moment, thought of something, and shook his head: "I'm not going."

She almost got drugged last time she went to a party, so she still went?

Now that you don’t have a clear idea of ​​the situation, how can you dare to act privately?

Zuo Fei wanted to say something, but stopped when he saw Jiang Yi holding a book and looking ready to start class.

In a French class, the professor spoke with great enthusiasm.

Jiang Yi sat under the stage, flipping through the book from time to time, and looking at the information in front of him from time to time.

On the blackboard, ppt conversion, the professor looked around: "Which student can translate this sentence on the blackboard?"

Jiang Yi raised his head and glanced at the blackboard, his pupils narrowed.

This scene is really too familiar,

Once upon a time, there was a sentence like this. The professor asked someone to answer. She had a dispute with someone in class. The two got into a heated argument and became famous for it.

That was when he was still young, but today's Jiang Yi is no longer the Jiang Yi he was before he left school.

She looked at the blackboard, suppressed the shock in her eyes, and slowly raised her hand.

"Say," the professor called.

Jiang Yi stood up slowly: "I will pass away, but you will last forever."

The professor's shocked eyes fell on Jiang Yi, and the surprise in his eyes was not concealed at all.

"Have your classmates stayed in France?"

Jiang Yi slowly shook his head.

"Then you must have unique insights into the culture of country Z," the professor seemed to have discovered some new continent.

Jiang Yi shook his head again: "It's not an opinion, it can only be said that I like it."

"what's your name?"

Jiang Yi's thin lips moved slightly, and only he knew the trembling feeling in his body.

"Jiang" She was silent for a second: "Yi."

When the professor heard this name, the surprise in his eyes became stronger and stronger: "Your surname is also Jiang? Do you know the international negotiator Jiang Fu?"

Jiang Yi's heart trembled. She died, but everyone remembered her in their own way.

"heard about it."

Her tone of voice was neither gentle nor slow, as if she was telling someone else's family affairs.

The professor seemed to have thought of something and was silent for half a minute. He raised his hand and pressed the button in the air, asking Jiang Yi to sit down.

Just when everyone thought he was going to tell some story, he sighed and stopped abruptly.

Jiang Yi sat down and lowered his head so that people could not see his emotions clearly.

"Teacher, are you talking about our senior sister Jiang Fu, who is now the chief negotiator of the Negotiation Academy?"

Someone among the teachers seemed to have heard of Jiang Fu's name and asked.

The professor nodded.

Before the students' doubts were solved, the get out of class bell rang.

The teacher said that get out of class was over and left, giving people the impression that everyone was running away in a hurry.

Jiang Yi was sitting by the window in the classroom, looking out the window in trance.

My thoughts drifted back to many years ago, when Capital University did not have so many tall buildings.

In recent years, several high-rise buildings have been built intermittently.

Because she is busy with work, how many years has it been since she came back to see these teachers?

Probably a long time ago.

But even after so long, her mentors still remember her.

"Jiang Yi." Zuo Fei's voice brought her back to her thoughts.

"get out of class has ended."

Jiang Yi hummed, packed up his things and prepared to leave.

"Jiang Yi." Zuo Fei seemed not to have expected Jiang Yi to be so fast, so he hurriedly and slowly caught up with him.

Jiang Yi stopped when he heard his voice and slowly turned to look at him: "Zuo Fei, I was the one who offended me before, but now, I hope we can keep our distance. Don't you see that there are many people around us looking at us?

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Embarrassment flashed across Zuo Fei's face, and then he saw people around him taking pictures of them with their mobile phones.

Jiang Yi glanced at him, turned around and left.

Zuo Fei, watching her leave, moved slightly on his toes.

A few seconds later, he quickly walked over with the book in his arms and reached out to hold Jiang Yi's arm: "Didn't you say that? Other people's eyes are other people's eyes. Why should we care?"

"Besides, you and I have a clear conscience, don't we?"

The love of young people is beautiful. Even if they sit together and say nothing, the feeling of being far away and close at times is enough to drive those uncles and aunts crazy.

And Jiang Yi, if he had been in his previous life, might have been one of those crazy people.

She looked at Zuo Fei and was silent for a while.

Just as she was about to say something, a horn sound at the door of the teaching building suddenly attracted her attention.

(End of chapter)