The Rebirth of the Financial Hegemon

Zhao Jiangchuan lowered his head and didn't speak. He worked hard not to make himself laugh out loud.

He could actually see that the ferocity on Li Ruotong's face was fake, and he even knew why Li Ruotong deliberately pretended to be angry.

This little girl has a strong sense of responsibility...

Zhao Jiangchuan thought.

But Zhao Jiangchuan still wanted to laugh, because he knew that what he said next would definitely make Li Ruotong really go crazy.

"Why didn't you talk? You said, you are talking about why you are late again today."

You asked me to say it!

"Overslept in the morning."

"you…."

Sure enough, Li Ruotong didn't seem to expect that Zhao Jiangchuan would say such a thing, and he said it so confidently that he was so angry that he couldn't even say it completely.

What made Li Ruotong hold back until her chest burst open was that she couldn't find a reason to train Zhao Jiangchuan again.

She knew that what Zhao Jiangchuan said this time was true. ,

How can I teach him that he shouldn't tell the truth?

"you…"

Under the anger, Li Ruotong's entire chest heaved up and down quickly, and even the Nizi coat he was wearing outside could no longer cover up the bulge.

This made Zhao Jiangchuan who was aiming at it intentionally or unintentionally, and began to worry about whether it would explode suddenly.

"call…."

Li Ruotong let out a deep breath to calm down the mood that Zhao Jiangchuan had angered, after feeling that he could finally maintain the dignity that a teacher should have.

Li Ruotong said with a cold face, "Come here after school to make up lessons. The mid-term exam is coming soon. Don't hold me back in class."

Make-up lessons? Make up English?

My teacher Li, can you change the routine?

What a joke, Zhao Jiangchuan is able to mix well in foreign countries, and it is not easy to talk about English and French.

It's not that Zhao Jiangchuan looked down on Li Ruotong, an English teacher who came to teach after graduating from college. Even the English teacher in college was not even a little bit worse than his authentic New York accent.

To be tutored by such an English teacher who speaks a Chinese tones, Zhao Jiangchuan felt so tired and crooked.

But these words couldn't be said, so Zhao Jiangchuan had no choice but to nod his head.

"Don't be late again next time, hurry in and borrow your classmate's notes to read and study in advance..."

...

In the fourth row of the classroom, Zhao Jiangchuan casually threw his schoolbag on the table and leaned on the table behind him lazily.

"Zhao Jiangchuan, this is the homework you asked me to do yesterday."

His voice was a little delicate, his face was a little pale, and his timid appearance seemed to be a little rabbit who would be frightened by any disturbance. Even if he was talking to Zhao Jiangchuan, he did not dare to look him in the eyes.

Ai Xiaoai, a girl with the same name no matter how she pronounces it, was Zhao Jiangchuan's roommate for three years in high school.

Looking at the workbook that Ai Xiaoai handed over, Ai Xiaoai's appearance like a little daughter-in-law who is often angry makes Zhao Jiangchuan touch his nose innocently.

Of course Zhao Jiangchuan knew what was going on, so he felt very innocent himself.

"It turns out that I was not a thing before."

Memories replayed in Zhao Jiangchuan's mind through time. During the three years at the same table with Ai Xiaoai, this unlucky tablemate was bullied by her.

Asking her to help with her homework is trivial, and pranking her is a daily show, and she even deliberately tied her hair into a knot, and then watched her cry.

This kind of lack of morals and smoking is something Zhao Jiangchuan often did in his three years in high school. Now, even he himself feels that he is not a thing.

However, Zhao Jiangchuan in the past didn't understand why he was so bad back then, but he doesn't understand where he is now.

In fact, he once liked this tablemate named Ai Xiaoai.

Or,

Once, he had a good impression of this timid and frightened classmate who was like a little rabbit.

The purest age of boys and girls is that in those ignorant years of ignorance and ignorance, the natural attraction between the opposite sex, the resistance to want to approach but can not let go of dignity, many people will make The exact opposite of what you really think.

In other words, in those dazed youthful years, many people did not realize why they did what they did.

When Zhao Jiangchuan looked at Ai Xiaoai again, he suddenly had a very subtle feeling that he was still the same class as he was, but he is no longer the same him he used to be.

After taking over the workbooks from Ai Xiaoai, Zhao Jiangchuan subconsciously felt that he should apologize for his past self after thinking about it.

Then……

Like a ghost, Zhao Jiangchuan put his hand on Ai Xiaoai's head, who had been keeping his head down and didn't dare to look at him. He first gathered her hair, then put his hand on her head, and gently stroked... …

That movement, like, like soothing a quiet cat.

Ai Xiaoai was stunned, how could she have thought that Zhao Jiangchuan would suddenly act like this, she had never had contact with the opposite sex, her body instantly became stiff, and she even seemed to forget to avoid it.

Zhao Jiangchuan was not much better, and when he realized what he was doing, he was dumbfounded.

Not long ago, Zhao Jiangchuan was still complaining that the habit was not a good habit, but it didn't take long, the habit that had formed a habit involuntarily appeared again.

This kind of action of stroking a woman's head is a bad habit that Zhao Jiangchuan has cultivated for many years. When he is doing some kind of upper lip-to-body intimate activities with his female friends, he will always stroke their heads habitually.

Give encouragement.

"What a hell..." Zhao Jiangchuan cursed inwardly.

But before Zhao Jiangchuan could figure out how he was used to coming out now, he felt that Ai Xiaoai's head was gently shaking from side to side, and the movements and expressions were very similar to that of a cat who was begging its owner for comfort. .

Zhao Jiangchuan was dumbfounded, what was the situation.

But his hand was not idle at all. After feeling Ai Xiaoai's submissive reaction, his hand, very familiar, stroked Ai Xiaoai's head again.

It's like, encouraging Ai Xiaoai's reaction.

...

The inexplicable physical contact was quickly interrupted when the two realized what they were doing.

Ai Xiaoai seemed to have been stung by a bee, and was so frightened that she quickly moved her head away, and her face, as if she had just finished wiping her rouge, suddenly turned red to the roots of her neck.

Zhao Jiangchuan didn't blush. With his thick skin, he didn't know why he was blushing. It's just that even if he is as thick-skinned as Zhao Jiangchuan, there is an indescribable embarrassment.

After Ai Xiaoai shrugged his head, Zhao Jiangchuan, who was a little unnatural on the surface, put his hand back on the table with a dry smile.

"Could it be that we still have the potential to be scumbags, otherwise why would we even start with such a small girl. Or is it that the taste will get worse once you are reborn?"

Zhao Jiangchuan thought mockingly.

As if it was the first time he knew his deskmate, Zhao Jiangchuan began to look at Ai Xiaoai carefully when she didn't dare to look up.