The Second Master’s Little Ancestor’s Vest Fell To the Ground

"Principal, look at these students, they are so outrageous!" As soon as Mu Changying and others left, Teacher Zhou could no longer restrain his anger.

He stood up with a loud sound and slapped the desk with his big palm, causing the items on the desk to shake.

"Snapped--"

A glass ornament on the desk was shaken to the edge and fell to the cold ground, shattering.

"..."

The air suddenly became quiet, and everyone in the office looked at the pile of broken glass on the ground in silence.

The damage is so severe that it cannot even be repaired.

"Pfft..." Bai Mo waited in silence for a few seconds and then said with a joking face, "Teacher Zhou, this thing is not cheap."

The principal's forehead was beating rapidly, he held his heart in his hands, his heart ached, and he glared at the person in front of him fiercely, "Teacher Zhou! Get out!"

If you are dissatisfied, go find Mu Changying and the others yourself. Why are you here to vent your anger on him? Firstly, he can't do anything to them, and secondly, he is not a punching bag!

Teacher Zhou was speechless and at a loss, with a clear look of panic in his eyes, "Principal, I..."

"go out!"

"yes……"

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Arriving at the school gate, Mu Changying saw Chu Mu standing in front of the flamboyant sports car. After saying goodbye to several classmates, he walked forward, opened the door and got in.

In his excited chirping, the destination was quickly reached.

When I got out of the car, the place was deserted. From the outside, this is an abandoned gas station. It looks simple from the outside, but there is something special inside.

The walls of the house were spray-painted with dark graffiti, which was both flamboyant and a little depressing. The floor was filled with various modified racing parts.

Mu Changying looked at the empty room, "Hey... didn't you say you wanted to introduce me to the members of the team?"

She looked at these carefully selected parts on the ground, with a hint of appreciation in her watery eyes.

I have a good eye and this batch of parts are very practical in terms of configuration.

Chu Mu scratched his hair in embarrassment, "Uh... Sister Ying, don't worry, I'll ask them!"

What's going on with these guys? Didn’t I just mention it? Where did they all go all of a sudden? Did they fall apart at the critical moment?

"No need to ask, I asked them to go back." A magnetic male voice suddenly sounded in the room, followed by the sound of the wheelchair rolling against the cement floor.

Chu Yin put his hands on the wheelchair and slowly came out of the small room on the left.

"Xiao Chuzi, what is this?" Looking at the man who appeared in front of her, Mu Changying's expression remained unchanged, and there were waves of turbulent undercurrents in her seemingly calm eyes.

This person was the same as the person in the information she checked after hacking into the bank system when she took down the Tianyinmen branch.

Chu Mu stared, with a foul look on his face, "Sister Ying, this is my eldest brother, Chu Yin."

He rubbed his swollen head with one hand, his face darkened, and he said in a bad tone, "Brother, what do you mean?"

"Ah Mu, you lose your mind by playing with things. This is what Dad means. He wants you to go home immediately."

Facing his younger brother's anger, Chu Yin's eyes softened, as if he was tolerating an unreasonable child.

He put his hands on his knees and ignored the angry Chu Mu.

Chu Yin raised his head and looked at Mu Changying, with a smile as kind as the March breeze, "Hello, I am Chu Mu's eldest brother. If you don't mind, you can call me Brother Chu."

It was obviously showing kindness, but she was keenly aware that this kindness really felt false.

"Brother Chu." Mu Changying smiled slightly, trying hard to act like a simple and easy-to-bully little rabbit.