Chapter 135: Ticket Circle Overturned, Sister Yue's Skills (Part 2)
On the clean and tidy desk, there was a mobile phone next to the pile of analysis reports.
The screen was lit, stuck on the Moments page. The latest post was from Zhong Ziang fifteen minutes ago.
There are three pictures, but there is only one protagonist: Jiang Fuyue!
The first picture: She is wearing school uniform, looking up at the blackboard with a serious expression and focused eyes.
The second picture: The girl was captured at the moment of jumping for a layup, with her hair flying and her youthfulness endless.
The last photo: Jiang Fuyue leans against the railing, her black suspenders accentuating her slender frame and fair skin. Her long legs are casually crossed. She is looking to the right, her neck slender and collarbone distinct. In the distance, the setting sun is fiery, and crimson clouds fill the sky.
Caption: [Every action has its consequences, and I am your retribution! ]
Xie Dingyuan frowned for the Nth time and looked away for the N+1th time, as if it was something disgusting.
As for the comments below, they are so filthy and disgusting that people don’t want to take a second look at them.
[Holy crap! This girl is amazing! She's definitely a hottie!]
【Future sister-in-law? 】
[Ouch, when did it start? ]
[Ang! Ang! Please introduce me!]
[I suspect you didn't go to Linhuai to suffer, but to enjoy the pleasures of pleasure.]
[Wherever I go, I'll be there. My Ang is awesome.]
【……】
[100 points for the copywriting, 101 points for the photos. I'm not afraid of being too proud if I give you 1 point more.]
Xie Dingyuan walked over, picked up his phone and turned off the screen.
After thinking about it, I unlocked the account again, clicked on the comment button, and typed a [smile] emoticon.
At the same time, in a bedroom of the villa.
"Damn!" Zhong Ziang was so frightened when he saw this message that he almost rolled off the bed.
Soon, WeChat messages came one after another——
"Brother Ang! Hurry! Your uncle is back from the dead!"
"Nine Lord is out, cane warning!"
"Angzi, your uncle is peeping at the screen, please deal with it quickly!"
"You didn't group them when you posted it?"
"I'll delete it first as a courtesy. My brother has run away."
"I deleted it too... Turns out I'm not worthy of being in the same comment section with Master Jiu."
The reminder sound keeps on ringing.
Zhong Ziang was too lazy to look at it. He returned to the circle of friends and scanned the comments below. Those who had made a fuss before Xie Dingyuan had deleted their posts and fled. The post after Xie Dingyuan was even more empty. There was not even a like, let alone a comment.
Zhong Ziang: “…” It’s my fault. I missed the grouping.
Just a click of your finger and delete the entire line without any hesitation.
When Xie Dingyuan refreshed the page again and found that the update was no longer available, he put down his phone with satisfaction.
After organizing the analysis report, locking it in the drawer, and putting his glasses back to their usual place, the man turned off the lights and left.
Under the same night sky, Jiang Fuyue was lying on the bed and about to fall asleep when she received a call from Yan Zhenfeng.
"... Zhao Yongtao has admitted to this. Besides this, other violations of discipline and law will be investigated. Unless something unexpected happens, he's not going to escape prison."
"Oh." Jiang Fuyue was very calm, obviously having expected this result.
Yan Zhenfeng became increasingly cautious and unyielding: "The tickets have been booked, and the flight information should have been sent to your phone. Please check it. On behalf of all the teachers and students of the summer camp, I look forward to your arrival."
Jiang Fuyue curled her lips: "Then, see you tomorrow."
Considering that he booked a business class ticket for her, Jiang Fuyue didn't mind putting on a good face.
After all, people are always soft-hearted.
After ending the call, she put down the phone.
"Sister, are you leaving?" Jiang Xiaodi's soft and slightly melancholy voice came from the upper bunk.
"Yes. Let's go to the imperial capital."
"Then come back soon, I will miss you."
Jiang Fuyue curled her lips: "Okay."
The next day, Jiang Fuyue had breakfast, picked up the suitcase that she had packed two days ago, and headed to the airport.
On the way, she practiced German listening for twenty minutes in a taxi and finished two sets of IPhO real questions.
Driver: "Miss, we're at the airport."
Jiang Fuyue took off her headphones, paid and got off the car.
When she was taking out her luggage from the trunk, someone pulled her shoulder hard. Seeing that the bag was about to fall off, she immediately pulled it back with her backhand.
He actually dragged the thief in front of him, and without giving him any extra time to react, Jiang Fuyue kicked him on the knee.
There was a sudden groan, and the man dropped one knee to the ground, his expression twisted in pain.
"Grab my bag?" she laughed.
"No, no...I accidentally pulled it."
Jiang Fuyue did the same with his other leg, but this time she controlled the strength, but it was still enough to make the man suffer.
"Ask again, did you rob?"
The man was sweating profusely, gritting his teeth as he blurted out word by word: "Robbed."
He looked tough, but in fact, he had already burst into tears: I didn't check the almanac before going out, and I met the female devil! Who said that tall and thin girls are the easiest to grab?
Being thin meant that one had little strength; being tall usually meant that one moved slowly, but at this moment he just wanted to roar at the person who said this—
Fuck you!
"Beautiful lady, please don't call the police, okay?"
Jiang Fuyue turned a deaf ear.
"Auntie, please have pity on me. I have no choice but to take this path. I have elderly parents and young children to support, and my wife is paralyzed in bed. It's so hard for me!"
At that time, Jiang Fuyue had already picked up the phone: "I want to call the police, there is a pickpocket at Gate 3 of the airport..."
Seeing that she was unmoved, the man actually called the police!
He immediately jumped up, his eyes flashing with ferocity, and reached into his trouser pocket to pull out a fruit knife.
Jiang Fuyue calmly ended the call, kicked the knife out of the other person's hand with a back kick, and stepped forward to tie the other person's hands.
"Ah—it hurts, it hurts!" the man screamed, tears and snot streaming down his face.
This commotion attracted a lot of onlookers, some of whom pointed and talked, while others took out their mobile phones to take photos and videos.
On the other side of the street, Zhong Ziang witnessed the whole process in a low-key black Mercedes-Benz, and his scalp suddenly tightened.
He suddenly felt that Jiang Fuyue was very kind to him.
At this moment, a light laugh came from the side, and Zhong Ziang turned his head to look at his uncle...
The second update is 2,000 words and will be updated at 6:30.
The retribution for Sha Diao Xiao Zhong should not be Sister Yue, but his own uncle...
(End of this chapter)
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