Mo Jing was stunned, his eyes gradually widened, and he pointed at himself.
"Give it to me?!"
Mu Yin put away his phone, his brows and eyes were indifferent, and he said "hmm" calmly.
"You!" Mo Jing was shocked and quickly refused, "I don't want it! You can give it to whoever you want, but I don't want it!"
Who wants a cartload of high school Chinese textbooks and three cartloads of high school review questions? That's a nightmare, right?
Mu Yin slowly raised his eyes and said calmly, "Apologize to me."
"I'm sorry, is that okay?" Mo Jing was really impressed by him.
Upon hearing this, Mu Yin calmly took out his phone, dialed the number again, and said in a calm tone: "Cancel the plan."
Everyone: "..."
Is this the confidence of rich people?
Mo Jing glared at Mu Yin implicitly. He felt that Mu Yin was here to jinx him. He took the initiative to exchange seats with another boy. He didn't want to sit with Mu Yin.
In the next few classes, Mu Yin didn't make any noise.
And Mo Jing finally breathed a sigh of relief.
After school at noon, Mo Jing and several male classmates were preparing to go to the cafeteria for lunch. While eating, they saw the cafeteria aunt bring a delicious steak to Mu Yin's table.
Not only steak, but also several particularly expensive dishes were served on the table.
A male classmate exclaimed in shock, "Holy crap! I didn't believe this new transfer student was rich, but now I see he really is! He's actually eating steak in the middle school cafeteria!"
Mo Jing glanced at Mu Yin and said while eating, "Comparing yourself to others is really annoying. Mu Yin came here in a Rolls-Royce. Do you think he has money?"
"Rolls-Royce! Rich second generation!"
"Brother Jing, you don't mind if I go and make friends with him, right?"
"My dream since childhood has been to be a follower of a rich second-generation rich man!"
Mo Jing was speechless: "Why do I remember that your dream is to become an excellent teacher? And then contribute to society!"
The man blushed at what Mo Jing said, and he quickly retorted, "Brother Jing, I was just joking. Don't take it seriously!"
Yuncheng Middle School was in turmoil because of Mu Yin's arrival, because he was not only handsome, but also a rich second-generation, and he became the new school idol of Yuncheng Middle School!
The fact that Mu Yin and Mo Jing almost had a fight was also spread, and with the gossip of the crowd, their relationship was portrayed as that of sworn enemies.
…
During this period, Yu Qiu was busy writing new songs, holding concerts, and looking for other people, so he rarely contacted Mo Jing on his own initiative.
Compared to Yu Qiu, Feng Xinglan, Zhongli Wuyuan and Nangong Qingqing are relatively free, so from time to time they will tag Mo Jing in the group to chat and enhance their relationship.
Because Mo Jing in this life has no memory.
Others who have no memories include Zheng Zheng, Yan Chen, and Mu Yin.
As for Brother Rong, he has memories, but he has never appeared.
Logically speaking, Yu Qiu is famous all over the country, and with Brother Rong's ability, he should be able to find an opportunity to contact Yu Qiu, but he didn't.
Did something happen to Brother Rong?
…
In China's city D, beneath the most prosperous area, there is an underground boxing ring.
In the ring, two people are boxing.
The area around the ring was packed with people, and shouts and noises could be heard constantly.
"Brother Li, knock down this mute!"
"Fight back!"
"Don't lose!"
The two people fighting in the ring, punches hitting flesh, blood splattering on the ground, such a primitive picture stimulates people's nerves and makes emotions surge.
One was an incredibly strong man, shirtless, with exceptionally well-developed biceps. The other was a lean young man, his forehead bleeding, his handsome face bruised and swollen. His shirt was soaked with sweat, and his eyes were fierce and deep, like a sleeping lion suddenly opening its dangerous eyes.
The young man dodged the big man's attack by leaning sideways, then seized the opportunity and punched the big man hard. This punch knocked the unstable big man to the ground.
Bang--
The winner is decided!
The shouts in the boxing ring grew louder.
A trace of blood flowed from the corner of the boy's mouth. Although he was disfigured, his handsome face was still eye-catching, and his facial features were impeccable. His faintly pale thin lips seemed to be telling something. He suddenly pursed his lips and left the ring.
The cheers of the crowd and his lonely back seemed to form two different worlds.
The boy found the owner of the boxing ring and took the stack of hundred-dollar bills he handed over.
The fat and big-eared boss said with a smile: "Rong Shuo, you did a good job today. Come back tomorrow."
The young man was Rong Shuo. He only glanced up at the boss, then counted the money silently. The amount of money was correct.
At this time, blood from his forehead dripped onto his hundred-dollar bill. He calmly wiped the blood with his fingertips and then put the money in his pocket.
Rong Shuo nodded to the boss with slightly deep eyes, then walked out of the boxing ring.
After he left, many people talked about him.
"This mute is really amazing!"
"I heard that he's been boxing here for two years and he's never lost!"
"No way, he's actually boxing so early, I think he's not even an adult yet..."
"He's an adult now. When he fights, he really doesn't care about his life! I heard that he only has a grandfather who depends on him for everything. His grandfather is seriously ill and lies in the hospital. To pay for his grandfather's medical treatment, this mute dropped out of school two years ago and started boxing to make quick money, just to keep his grandfather alive."
“I didn’t expect him to be so filial!”
"What kind of illness is this? It's been dragging on for two years. It's better to let the old man die soon and be reborn!"
"Don't say such things in front of that mute, or he'll get mad and beat you up."
…
After leaving the boxing ring, Rong Shuo dragged his tired body towards the People's Hospital. His injured appearance attracted a lot of attention.
A kind-hearted person even came to ask Rong Shuo if he needed help.
Rong Shuo waved his hand indifferently.
The blood on his forehead slid down the direction of his eyebrows. He raised his hand to wipe it, then took out a hemostatic patch from the pocket of his thin coat and casually stuck it on his forehead.
He seemed unable to hear any sound, and there was a hint of emptiness in his deep eyes.
Soon, he arrived at the hospital.
After finding his grandfather's bed, he sat down on the chair beside it and quietly looked at the old man's pale face ravaged by the illness. The old man was still sleeping soundly.
Rong Shuo spoke silently: Grandpa.
Finally, he lowered his eyes.
Just then, voices of conversation were heard in the corridor outside the ward.
"Which ward is grandma in?"
Hearing this voice, Rong Shuo's body stiffened for a moment, and an unconcealable emotion seemed to surge in his heart. The organ called heart in his chest was beating excitedly.
He touched his heart.
……why is that?
Why did he feel happy when he heard this voice?
Rong Shuo suddenly stood up and turned to look outside the ward.
A beautiful figure just passed by his eyes.
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