Quick Wear: The Host is Dangerous and Sultry

Transfer Students?

Mr. Fu was stunned. He touched his chin immediately and fell into deep thought.

"What's the origin?"

"I know a ghost! Anyway, he seems to be from the countryside. He is very vicious. Many of his classmates have been bullied by him."

After Fu Qiran finished speaking, he slammed the door shut with a bang.

Country boy?

Mr. Fu frowned, his wrinkled face looking extremely ferocious.

The next day, An Xiaowen came to the classroom early again, and he immediately looked at the seat next to him.

Sure enough, it was still empty.

That uncle almost always comes with a pinch of salt.

Thinking of this, An Xiaowen couldn't help but laugh, took out his textbook, and prepared for morning reading.

Before his butt could get warm, he was called to the office.

"An Xiaowen, the teacher asked you to come over."

"good."

He put down his textbook.

When he came to the office, the teacher frowned and stared at him with a serious look on his face.

An Xiaowen was full of doubts, and there was a faint uneasiness in his heart that was slowly growing.

"An Xiaowen, I heard that you always hit people in the class? And you also hit the young master of the Fu family?"

His eyes widened in shock: "How is it possible, I didn't!"

An Xiaowen was stupid, and the misunderstanding suddenly appeared in front of him. He didn't know how to defend himself, so he repeated: "I didn't!"

Fortunately, although the teacher is snobbish, he is not indifferent to right from wrong. He continued to frown and waved to him: "Okay, teacher knows. You can go back first."

An Xiaowen nodded and left the office, feeling baffled as he walked.

He returned to his seat. Morning reading had already begun. The old man had also arrived, and there was a very beautiful girl standing next to him.

He recognized the girl he had glimpsed that day, named Sheng Jiaoyang.

An Xiaowen looked at her carefully and suddenly felt that she was very different from the one in the comic book.

Exactly what was different, he couldn't tell.

Fu Qiran took out a box of spaghetti and a butter bun from his schoolbag, and said with a blushing face: "I made it specially for her. Let's eat this today."

"Okay." The girl smiled and reached out to take it, with a sweet smile.

For some reason, An Xiaowen felt that Sheng Jiaoyang seemed to have a different look compared to what he saw that day.

He shook his head: What a mess.

That's great.

An Xiaowen sighed, they are from the same world.

After Sheng Jiaoyang left, Fu Qiran lazily held the textbook, hid his face behind it, and lay down to sleep.

An Xiaowen stared at him for a long time, still doubtful that the teacher had just called him to the office for questioning.

He definitely asked him.

This was the first time An Xiaowen took the initiative to ask Fu Qiran.

She quietly poked his leg with her textbook.

When there was no movement, he poked again.

"What are you doing?" The old man raised his head angrily, his eyes bleary.

"Um." An Xiaowen hesitated and asked tentatively, "Have I ever hit you?"

"What the hell are you talking about?" His voice paused.

He sat up and blinked his dark eyes: "No."

An Xiaowen became more and more confused: "Is it really not the case?"

"No." He crossed his legs, his eyes questioning and honest.

"oh."

An Xiaowen responded, spread out the textbook, stood up, and looked away.

Just when he thought the matter was over, one day, someone came to tell him again: "An Xiaowen, the teacher asked you to go to the office."

The man looked strange, and a bad premonition filled his heart.

Before leaving, An Xiaowen specifically asked Fu Qiran again: "Did I hit you?"

He was awake at that time, looking out the window, not knowing what he was looking at.

Hearing An Xiaowen speak, he turned his eyes slowly and tilted his head: "No."

"good."

An Xiaowen pursed her lips and came to the office pretending to be calm.

But the scene in front of him made him completely dumbfounded.

The shiny gift box on the desk is particularly eye-catching. There were not only teachers sitting inside, but also an old man who looked to be in his seventies or eighties, but still in high spirits.

He was holding a wooden crutch in his hand and looked very old. He looked over and faced a child with unbridled dignity.

That scrutinizing gaze is not like looking at a person, but like looking at an object. The feeling was very uncomfortable, making him feel as if he was a piece of fish on the board.

An Xiaowen was frightened.

He knew who this was.

It was the elder of the Fu family, Mr. Fu, who had devoured Fu Chisong from childhood to adulthood.

Before An Xiaowen had time to say anything, the teacher who was relatively rational before suddenly changed his appearance.

The teacher stretched out his index finger and pointed it at the tip of his pen, his eyes full of contempt: "You are a transfer student from the countryside. If the school hadn't been accommodating in the past few years, how would you have been able to study here? It's okay if you don't know how to be grateful. He even bullied his classmates! And even beat the Fu family’s grandson!”

An Xiaowen was stunned. Faced with the sudden situation, his mind couldn't turn around and he was stunned on the spot.

"I didn't!" He quickly defended, but was blocked.

"You're still making excuses! Qi Ran told the teacher all these things through his grandfather. He has always been a good boy and never lies!"

That uncle of the Fu family never lies?

An Xiaowen was dumbfounded and opened his mouth, not knowing what to say for a moment.

He looked at Mr. Fu out of the corner of his eye, his shrewd and sharp eyes flashing with pride.

An Xiaowen didn't know where he got the courage to say: "I don't have it! Call Fu Qiran over and let us confront him!"

"You" the teacher wanted to say something, but Mr. Fu stretched out his hand to stop him. The teacher smiled flatteringly at him.

The old man's eyes were filled with mockery: "Since Qi Ran's classmate said that he wants to call Qi Ran over, then call him over."

Then Fu Chiran came and seemed to say goodbye to a girl at the door of the office.

People passing by blocked her, so An Xiaowen couldn't see clearly who the girl was.

Fu Qiran walked over, impatient as he walked.

"Why are you looking for me?" He raised his hand and played with the earrings on his ears.

Mr. Fu didn't say anything, but the teacher said with a smile: "This classmate insists on saying that he didn't hit you. However, did he hit you?"

He put his hands in his coat pockets and glanced slowly over at the thin young man beside him.

Then the corners of his lips curled up, revealing a malicious smile. An Xiaowen thought that he would never forget it for the rest of his life.

"He hit me."

These four simple words could easily send him into hell.

An Xiaowen couldn't remember what happened to him after that, and what harsh words the teacher who was so greedy for profit humiliated him used.

An Xiaowen gritted his teeth. He had never felt like he was being forced into a panic like now.

"If you don't believe it, you can call the front desk or the people next to you! Ask them if I have ever hit anyone!"

But the facts once again dumbfounded him.

Those people were called into the office and looked at the angry and anxious An Xiaowen, and then at Fu Qiran, who was leaning on the table with a playful smile. The answers were exactly the same.

"Teacher, An Xiaowen just beats people! He is so cruel, we have all been bullied by him!"

An Xiaowen completely stayed where he was.

Those classmates were called out of the office.

What he could see after that was Mr. Fu's secretly proud expression, and Fu Qiran's unabashedly arrogant smile.

The class teacher's curses were still in his ears, and then he started to dial the phone: "It's so shameful! How can there be students like you in the school? I'm going to call your parents!"

Two chapters in one.