Quick Wear: The Host is Dangerous and Sultry

An Xiaowen was very angry now, and his grievances filled all his emotions, and he really wanted to cry.

But when his parents arrived, he thought they would support him and understand him. The first thing they did when they arrived was to slap him viciously on the face.

An Xiaowen was stunned.

"You're such a rebellious son, you've learned such a bad thing outside. Are you worthy of your mother and your father?!" The parents were trembling with anger.

An Xiaowen covered his face and held back the tears that were about to come out: "I didn't!"

"You still dare to quibble?" An's father slapped him in the face again, and An Xiaowen was taken out and flew a few meters away.

"I didn't!" He was stubborn, his voice was trembling with grievances as he was beaten to the point of being dizzy.

"You" An's father was so angry that he almost fainted. An's mother quickly supported him. The couple came to the teacher eagerly, held the teacher's hand, and almost knelt down.

"I'm sorry, teacher. My kid is ignorant and made such a big mistake. Please see if you can give him another chance."

From the corner of his eye, An Xiaowen saw Mr. Fu sitting over there, his expression seemed to be very satisfied with his parents' performance.

He looked at the careless Fu Qiran over there and his groveling parents. He had never felt so humiliated.

The teacher raised his chin and refused to accept this: "My words are useless. You should apologize to the victim and the victim's family. It will only be useful if they say they forgive your son."

An's father and An's mother then went to beg Mr. Fu again, in a condescending tone. After begging for a long time, he reluctantly relented and stopped arguing with the younger generation.

Where is Fu Qiran? During this time, he had long been bored and ran out for a walk.

An Xiaowen clenched his fists, suddenly feeling that he was so ridiculous when he thought he was easy to talk to before.

The final verdict came down and he was punished and had to go home and take half a month off school. Due to the favor of the Fu family, the school decided to give him another chance.

An Xiaowen packed his schoolbag and looked at the empty seat over there, feeling extremely ridiculed.

Along the way, I walked out of the class in front of everyone, accompanied by gossip among my classmates and punches and kicks from my parents.

"The Fu family is very tolerant and doesn't care about him. Otherwise, how many lives will he have?"

"This transfer student is really shameless. It is said that he deliberately blocked the road on the first day of school in order to attract Jiaoyang's attention."

"Just him? Don't even look at what you look like."

"You really can't tell at all on the surface."

An Xiaowen held his schoolbag and looked down the corridor, wondering if he could only prove his innocence by jumping from here.

He lowered his head and smiled mockingly.

As he walked over, he saw the beautiful girl again, staying next to a well-mannered young man wearing a student uniform.

She was talking and laughing, but the young man frowned slightly and stared at him, but in the end he didn't say anything.

An Xiaowen smiled bitterly.

He actually felt that as long as there were people in this world who were willing to believe in him, that would be enough.

Before An Xiaowen left school, he remembered that boy.

His name is Bo Yunli.

But An Xiaowen knew that he was completely ruined.

When I get home, I will inevitably have to suffer another physical torture.

The father held the whip: "How did I teach you, how did I teach you! You caused such a big trouble in school, how can you still live if you call your mother!"

"I didn't!" He hid while protecting his head without shedding a single tear.

"You still said you didn't!" His father rushed out from the other side and hit him on the head with a whip.

"The teacher has said it, the classmates and parents have said it, and yet you still want to quibble! When did you learn to lie?"

An Xiaowen saw deep disappointment in his father's eyes.

He smiled.

His parents didn't believe him.

They would rather believe those cold strangers and those lying liars than believe him or their own son.

When An Xiaowen returned to school, the progress of teaching was completely different from half a month ago.

He was ruined, really.

The strange looks among his classmates were far less painful than the pain of his plummeting grades.

An Xiaowen took out the paper from his schoolbag and felt the pain of being helpless for the first time.

The old man on the other side was still sleeping soundly. During his absence, Fu Qiran had found someone else who could provide him with answers.

An Xiaowen laughed to himself.

If you have no choice, what else can you do? Just learn.

The rich second generation and the rich third generation have been superiors since birth, but if the poor want to change their destiny, they can only study hard.

When the latest mock test came out, he was dumbfounded.

At the bottom, the bottom fifty in the age group.

With this ranking, whether you can reach the undergraduate level in the college entrance examination is a question.

As for Fu Qiran, the score obtained by cheating was in the top fifty of his age group.

He took the test paper and showed it off in the classroom, surrounded by a group of followers.

That night, depression gripped him.

After enduring a whole night, An Xiaowen looked at the first ray of morning light coming in from the window and felt that he had narrowly escaped death.

He was ruined, completely ruined.

Not only his study career, but also his life.

An Xiaowen was walking alone on the road, holding a math paper with only forty-five points in his hand, his eyes dim.

Still unwilling to give in, he knocked on the door of the head teacher's office.

An Xiaowen didn't even dare to look at him. He lowered his head and walked in tremblingly. He reached out and picked up the paper: "Teacher, I came back this time and missed too many classes. Can you teach me?"

The teacher looked at him with disdain: "With such a small score and such qualifications, how do you want me to supplement it for you? Save your energy and go home and farm with your parents."

So much?

Why does he only have so few points, from almost perfect scores to a failing grade now? Why is this happening, and you still have the nerve to mention it?

An Xiaowen left laughing at himself.

He has long been numb to the abuse he suffered along the way and doesn't care.

explain?

is that useful.

Just like the day he saw the bright gift box on the head teacher's desk.

If he sees it, what can he do?

An Xiaowen didn't understand the meaning of his coming to this world.

Logically speaking, shouldn’t those who wear books should be given preferential treatment?

It doesn't matter if he is like this.

Why should he endure all this suffering?

I'd rather die

I don't know who whispered in his ears: "If you encounter any difficulties in school, go to the student union to find Bo Yunli. He is the president and he will help you."

Bo Yunli?

An Xiaowen was startled, and his mind suddenly recalled the young man he saw that day, as lonely and pure as the white snow on Tianshan Mountain, as cool as the April breeze.

I want some magic to guide him and bring him to the door of the student union.

An Xiaowen opened the door, but his eyes were stunned.

The little girl was sitting on the chair in the middle facing each other, looking at him with her lips raised and her chin raised.

Jiao Yang curled her bright red lips, tilted her head, and opened her arms: "Welcome, if you have any questions or difficulties, the students will answer your questions."

Two chapters in one.