Chapter 11: Angry Ziang, Perfect Jiuye
The sun sets, but the heat remains.
The corridor at Jiang Fuyue Station was exposed to the west sun, and it didn't take long for me to start sweating.
She simply took off her school uniform jacket and tied it around her waist, leaving only a tank top underneath.
Fortunately, this body is slender and tall, with a very bony beauty. Even with a suspender, it does not look vulgar, but rather elegant and graceful.
Plus, at this time, the whole building was empty, so who would care what she wore?
On the other hand, Jiang Han kept looking over, his eyes filled with surprise and envy.
Why is she so thin?!
Why is she so thin?!
The key is that he is so thin but very strong, he can kick people and make them scream!
So angry...
Jiang Fuyue felt much fresher after taking off her coat, and she could do the exercises more smoothly. There was a big problem she needed to diagram, so she simply placed one hand underneath and raised her arm upwards. The light suddenly became brighter, and with a flick of her pen, a nearly perfect ellipse appeared on the paper, and she casually added a few auxiliary lines.
Amidst the myriad of thoughts, the ideas are now clearly organized.
Just as she was about to move on to the next question, she suddenly sensed a prying gaze coming from not far away. It wasn't dangerous, but it was definitely unfriendly.
Jiang Fuyue stood up straight immediately, turned around and looked across, only to see the back of a man pushing the door.
In just two seconds, the door closed, blocking her gaze.
Grade office?
Jiang Fuyue narrowed his eyes slightly, and his eyes were slightly darker.
…
"Zhong Ziang's parents?"
"Yeah." The man nodded slightly, his reserved movements bringing out his innate nobility.
Meng Zhijian recalled the principal's instructions and guessed that this transfer student had a good background. Now, seeing the demeanor of his parents, he realized that they were indeed not ordinary people.
The smile on his face became more polite, but he was complaining in his heart——
How can this be considered sending him a student? It's more like supporting his ancestors!
"Hello, I'm the head teacher of Class 7, Grade 2, and my last name is Meng."
"Hello, Teacher Meng."
"Excuse me, are you and Zhong Ziang?"
"I'm his uncle."
"Oh, here's the thing..."
Zhong Ziang was relatively well behaved on his first day at the transfer school. Apart from asking some random questions from his classmates, he either slept or lay on the table playing with his cell phone. At least he didn't cause any trouble.
Meng Zhijian was entrusted by the principal to greet all the subject teachers and ask them to turn a blind eye to him. If Zhong Ziang behaved himself, everything would be fine.
But the next day, this little bastard, for some reason, went to provoke Yi Ci?!
I won't go into detail about what happened, but the end result was that the two of them went into the office together.
Since Xie Dingyuan arrived late, Yi Ci had already been taken away by his parents, while Zhong Ziang was still standing crookedly in the corner, showing no remorse at all. Instead, he had a defiant look in his eyes and looked calm.
Only when Xie Dingyuan came in did he obediently call him "Uncle".
"Excuse me, Mr. Meng. I already understand the situation. I will educate him properly when I get back."
“No trouble, no trouble…”
After seeing the uncle and nephew off, Meng Zhijian collapsed in his seat and breathed a sigh of relief.
He felt that sooner or later he would be tortured to death by those brats in Class 7.
Whenever you catch a rich second generation, you'll find that their families have either donated buildings to the school or invested money in repairing the cafeteria or library. They are all gold nuggets and treasures, and cannot be taken lightly or given too much weight.
Many times, he thought about teaching these young masters and young ladies a lesson and letting them taste the pain of being beaten by society. Unfortunately, it was just an idea he had in mind and he never put it into practice.
He has it so hard.
…
Xie Dingyuan walked in front with big strides, and Zhong Ziang followed dejectedly behind, not daring to speak.
After getting in the car, they sat down.
"Master Jiu?" the driver asked inquiringly.
"Return to Yutian Mansion."
The engine started and there was silence in the car for a moment.
Zhong Ziang glanced to the side uneasily, and when he saw his uncle's stern profile, the uneasiness in his heart was magnified infinitely.
Xie Dingyuan was not like Xie Yunzao who would pull his ears and nag him, and then burst into tears; nor was he like Zhong Yunyi who would just hit him with a stick and beat him up first.
He just keeps a distance from you and treats you coldly without saying a word, until you can no longer hold it in and your psychological defenses collapse first.
Zhong Ziang gritted his teeth, it was all a trick!
But since he was a child, he has been completely fooled by this routine.
Hold on, I must hold on this time! He encouraged himself secretly.
But Xie Dingyuan seemed to have no intention of speaking. He got out of the car, ignored him, entered the villa and went straight to the second floor.
I didn't even come down to eat dinner.
"Young master, do you want more rice?" Aunt Liu asked with a smile.
Zhong Ziang held his chopsticks, his eyes wandering: "Well... aren't you going to ask my uncle to come and eat?"
"The gentleman said he was busy, so there was no need to call him."
"Oh..." Zhong Ziang picked up a piece of pork ribs, but it was tasteless.
"Want some more food?"
"I'm not eating anymore." He put down his chopsticks, got up and left.
If you don't want to see each other, then don't see each other. Who can't hide? Humph!
Aunt Liu smiled and shook her head helplessly. The uncle and nephew started again...
That night.
With a clang, Zhong Ziang smashed the mouse in anger: "Damn it!"
Lose again!
"Lin Shumo, do you know how to play?!"
An innocent voice came from the headset: "No...you guys dragged me in here."
Zhong Ziang gritted his teeth in anger: "You said you have a pretty smart brain, topped the exams, and won the competition, but how come you become a black hole when playing games?"
"Maybe this is what the legend says...When God opens a door for you, he will inevitably close a window?"
"Get lost!"
"Hey, Angzi, you are in a bad mood today. Who made you angry?" Another voice interrupted with obvious sarcasm.
Zhong Ziang scratched his hair and felt prickly.
"Stop mentioning it, it's annoying!"
"Hey, what's going on? You've already arrived in Linhuai. The emperor is far away and no one cares about you. Why are you so annoyed when you can't be happy?"
Zhong Ziang curled his lips and snorted twice: "Who said that no one cares about me?"
"You mean your uncle? Can he control you? I don't believe it."
Thinking of Xie Dingyuan's cold and indifferent face, Zhong Ziang began to get annoyed again: "Bad luck, this is it for today, I'm going to leave now."
"Hey—I'm not finished yet..."
The system pops up a message to remind you that "the friend player has gone offline."
"Fuck! Lin Shumo, let's continue--"
Another friend has gone offline.
“…”
As the night deepens, everything becomes silent.
study--
Xie Dingyuan closed his computer and took off his glasses. His eyes were tired from concentrating for a long time.
After closing his eyes and resting for about ten minutes, he picked up the water cup and stood up.
Before leaving, he meticulously checked the power supply and switches, closed the windows, drew the curtains, and finally locked the study.
Each step is rigorous and orderly, with its own set of rules.
dining room.
Liu Ma has prepared the meal according to the recipe. From the selection of ingredients to the dosage of seasonings used in the cooking process, everything has been strictly screened and accurately measured.
This ensures that the energy obtained by the consumer through eating can reach the "optimal value" required by the body, not a point more or a point less.
It's like the "optimal solution" in a math problem.
Precise and perfect.
"Uncle..." It was Zhong Ziang.
Xie Dingyuan put down the used napkin, folded it, and put it beside him.
Liu Ma knew that this was a signal that the meal was over, so she quietly stepped forward and started to clean up.
Xie Dingyuan stood up and walked towards the living room. Zhong Ziang lowered his eyes for a moment, then followed him.
Sister Yue: This man is such a dog.
Jiu Ye: Dog is a noun and cannot be used like this.
Sister Yue: ...
(End of this chapter)
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