The phone hidden in her schoolbag vibrated. Bu Tiange took it out and saw a text message from her mother: "Tiange, did you get into a fight again?"
Mother Bu used the word "again", which shows that she already knew about the glorious deeds of her original body.
It's just that I was too busy with work to take care of her, and I hoped that my daughter would grow up and become sensible on her own, so I never preached to her directly.
Bu Tiange leaned his head against the corner of his head and replied, "Mom, it's not what you think. When you get home, I will tell you everything."
"Okay." Bu's mother seemed helpless.
Putting away his phone, Bu Tiange said, "She doubted me."
Shi Che asked knowingly, "Your mother?"
Bu Tiange's eyes turned and he asked him, "Has no one ever doubted you?"
"I think so." Shi Che raised his eyes, his gaze unfocused. "So what if I doubt it? Could anyone doubt that I'm not Shi Che?"
Bu Tiange continued calmly, "I'm afraid that's not the case. The men in black I saw that day must have known your identity and were out to hunt you down."
Shi Che smiled faintly, "You know quite a lot."
Bu Tiange stared at him with burning eyes.
No, he is different from her.
Even the system admitted that those who were chasing him were likely related to the Heavenly Dao.
If he was tolerated by Heaven, at least he would not be hunted down so openly.
The system advised: "Host, you'd better not question the way of heaven, or heaven will know."
Bu Tiange disagreed with this.
So what if you know it? Are you still afraid of it?
system:"……"
It muted its mic, it muted its mic.
The countdown to the college entrance examination on the blackboard was decreasing day by day. Perhaps because he didn't want to put pressure on the students, the head teacher rarely restrained his temper.
As a result, the anger that had been suppressed with great difficulty broke out again when he saw the reporters blocking the door.
The head teacher rushed to the classroom door in one step, roaring loudly.
"How did you get in? Don't you know this is a school?!"
The two reporters were startled. Seeing his aggressive approach, they lost their momentum and said politely, "We are here to interview Mr. Bu."
The head teacher was stunned and was about to push the door to find out what was going on, but found that the classroom door was locked from the inside.
Not only the doors, but even the windows were locked tightly.
Bu Tiange's original intention was to make the two reporters give up, but the next class happened to be math...
The head teacher conceitedly thought that these students must not want to attend math class, so they took advantage of the situation to make a fuss.
He knocked on the door and shouted, "Bu Tiange, get out here!"
The classmate sitting at the door walked over to Bu Tiange's seat and asked quietly, "Sister, the teacher is looking for you. Do you want me to open the door?"
"It's okay, I'll take care of him." Bu Tiange played with a pen in one hand and suddenly asked, "Do you want to take his math class?"
The classmate was stunned and shook his head very seriously.
No matter how good a school is, there will always be teachers who are unworthy of their positions.
In this class, no one likes the fierce-looking and self-righteous head teacher.
It is true that he is good at dealing with people, but when it comes to explaining the subject, he really cannot explain it clearly.
Not only can he not explain himself clearly, but he also gets angry at the slightest provocation. They've had enough of him.
Bu Tiange tilted his head, a cunning look in his eyes, "He's been frustrated for two years, it's time to teach him a lesson."
"Sister, you don't want to go against the old class, do you?"
The little follower was so shocked that he couldn't speak.
Bu Tiange stood up and walked towards the banging classroom door.
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