My wife is a passerby villain

Yin Hang and Zhou Qi looked at each other and asked calmly: "Do I have room for negotiation?"

"have."

"Then I have one request. I can withdraw from your so-called special fitness plan at any time."

"Can."

Yin Hang rubbed his face, took a deep breath and said, "What should we do next? Do we need to sign any agreement?"

"Tell me first the reason why you agree."

"I don't know either," Yin Hang shrugged, "I originally planned to go home, but by accident, I went to the lecture hall and bumped into you."

After Zhou Qi listened, he took out a brown cloth bag that looked like an amulet from the inner pocket of his linen brown windbreaker.

Then the index finger of his left hand flicked, and a drop of ink passed through the air and was engraved on the cloth bag.

"This is……"

"The name you signed on the confidentiality agreement."

"Don't I have the right to refuse from the beginning?" Yin Hang smiled awkwardly.

"Yes, but I won't wait for the bus pointlessly." Zhou Qi put away the bag and walked towards the school gate.

"Wait a minute!" Yin Hang suddenly called to the other party.

Zhou Qi stopped slowly and turned around, still looking at him expressionlessly.

"What should I prepare next?" Yin Hang gestured awkwardly: "You don't need to put me into... a van or something?"

"Let's prepare for the college entrance examination first."

"Ah?" Yin Hang was confused.

"The special fitness plan will be in two months. I will come to pick you up then," Zhou Qi said, and then added: "Study hard, and after the exam... because it is confidential, spend more time with your family."

After the other party finished speaking, he walked out of the school gate under the watch of Yin Hang.

Yin Hang was stunned on the spot, he didn't understand.

Why can others be put into the van and get extra points or even be exempted from the exam, while I still have to take the college entrance examination?

The test is geography!

…

After Zhou Qi left the school gate, he saw two cars parked under the orange-yellow street lights covered with heavy snow not far away.

Standing on the curb was a little girl holding her chest and shaking, with a runny nose, and next to her was Situ Nan.

Situ Nan bowed and advised: "Ancestor, just get in the car."

"No...it's...possible." An Tong was still trembling.

"Don't worry, my car is broken, but it can withstand freezing." Situ Nan kept begging, "If you freeze, I will have to dig a hole and bury myself."

Just when Situ Nan was anxious to get angry, he saw Zhou Qi coming over and hurriedly approached him, saying with a flattering look on his face: "Hey, Brother Monkey, why haven't you left yet? Let me borrow your red flag without a license plate and drive away."

?”

"What's going on?" Zhou Qi asked confused.

"My ancestors don't want to get on this car." Situ Nan complained bitterly: "Help me, I owe you the twenty-sixth favor."

"No, I won't sit in the same car with a man, ah sneeze..." After An Tong heard it from the side, she suddenly sneezed a few times and said: "And I am a person with... ah sneeze."

!”

Situ Nan hurriedly turned around, almost crying, and persuaded: "No, ancestors, now is not the time to avoid suspicion..."

"Why don't you just ask your sister to come?" Zhou Qi interrupted Situ Nan.

"No, dead monkey?" Situ Nan scolded him: "You want me to get cramped and skinned!"

"There's still one hour left," Zhou Qi raised his head and looked at the sky and said, "The snowstorm is coming."

"I..." Situ Nan also looked up at the sky, but could only see scattered snowflakes. Finally, he sighed heavily: "Oh, I should have bought a large amount of insurance."

Then he took out his mobile phone and dialed a phone number. After waiting for a moment to connect, he immediately made a flattering tone like a eunuch.

"Sister, please help me~"

Zhou Qi straightened his cuffs and got into the car next to him, which kept its low-beam headlights on.

After fastening his seat belt, he threw the bag in his arms to the driver.

"Go back and record."

"yes."

Xiao Xie was sitting in the back seat, playing with his mobile phone. When he heard someone getting in the car, he turned his head slightly, but his attention was still on the game, and he asked curiously: "Still sign him?"

"Um."

"I've already let him go," Xiao Xie put the phone aside and complained: "But you still want him to die."

Zhou Qi closed his eyes, leaned on the seat, and said in a deep voice: "I will take him personally."

"The death would be even worse."

…

North China High School, Performance Auditorium.

A young man sitting on the right side of the first row, wearing a suit and tie, was shaking his legs.

He looked out the window, looking at the increasingly gloomy weather, and said anxiously: "It's almost nine o'clock, and the confidentiality agreement hasn't been signed yet. This kid is not done yet, is he?"

"Why are you anxious?" A man wearing a small mandarin jacket and pigtails asked with a smile.

"Can we not be in a hurry? The snowstorm has reached Huainan. We are going to Huaibei immediately. I have left five quotas, but I haven't signed any of them yet!" The young man finished speaking irritably and glared at a young man in the back row who was still asking questions.

She looks pretty and pretty, but why is she looking so bad?

From the five o'clock meeting until now, he has discussed nearly 800 flaws and omissions in the 23 terms of this confidentiality agreement.

This is not an exaggerated rhetorical device, it is really almost 800.

The thing is... everything you say makes sense.

But what the young man couldn't understand the most was why he couldn't find someone to deal with this kid alone?

Then he turned his gaze to the door of the auditorium, where he saw a man standing against the wall, wearing a pure black windbreaker, and had never spoken a word.

"Is he so confident?" The young man couldn't help but ask the man in a mandarin jacket next to him: "Why do you think you can sign everyone into the system?"

"Your board of directors sent you a stupid young man, don't you understand?" The man in a mandarin twirled his prayer beads in his hand and said with a smile: "Look at the people sitting in the first row like you, there is not a single teacher present.

, this place has long been abandoned.”

"Ah, are you even scolding yourself?"

"I came here to go through the motions and see the world." Ma Gua stretched and said, "But it's a pity that after staying for a long time, there was no cup of refreshing tea."

"I don't believe it. I have to bite off a few of them in a while." The young man said through gritted teeth.

After another twenty minutes, the wilted young man finally ended his four-hour long critical review.

The student who fell asleep with his nose soaked in snot suddenly woke up and said in panic: "He let us go?"

"Let it go, sign it quickly." The classmate sitting next to him said sadly: "Class 17's damaged goods deserve their reputation..."

Seeing this, the young man in the first row tightened his tie, took a deep breath, and prepared to go on stage, but as soon as he stood up, he was pulled off by the mantle next to him.

"What are you doing?" The young man stumbled backwards and stared at the other person.

The man in the mandarin jacket winked at the young man and said, "Don't you see anyone up there?"

The young man looked towards the stage and found that the man wearing a pure black trench coat was standing silently in the center.

"No, why should he go first?"

"Then why should you go first?" Mangao asked with a smile.

"Okay," the young man sat back, crossed his legs and said disdainfully: "I want to see what he is capable of and dare to talk to everyone at the same time."

The next moment, the young man fell hard on his back on the snow and almost hit a rock next to him.

"What's going on?" The young man was confused. The world in front of him seemed to have dropped the frame just now, and he was at the foot of a steep snow-capped mountain in an instant.

The howling cold wind blew past my ears, and the icy sting was worse than the heavy snow before.

"Where is this?" the young man's legs felt a little weak for a moment.

"Mount Everest." Mangao clapped his hands and sighed: "It's not in vain to use such methods through the snowstorm. It's really a great experience."

"How come I've never heard of Mount Everest?" The young man looked up incomprehensibly, seeing the steep white-capped cliffs reaching into the sky.

And the clouds seemed to only cover the waist of this majestic mountain peak.

The man in the mandarin jacket laughed and patted the young man on the shoulder.

"Mount Everest, once the highest peak in the world."