MTL - Kicked Out of the Rich Family at the Beginning

  Chapter 15 015 You must disgust me?

  The head teacher of Class 8 quickly found out the glasses and put them on.

   Find out the answer given by Jiang Jing again, and carefully compare it with this classmate. The answer he gave is commonplace, following the rules, and the most formal and concise method.

  All students in the training class follow this step.

   Even himself is no exception.

  However, the answer sheet in his hand was different. He couldn't take his eyes off a single punctuation mark. He even had a sudden realization when he read it—

   "So this question means this."

  The homeroom teacher turned his eyes to the name. Not surprisingly, the neat and beautiful words—

  White scorpion.

   With a big wave of his hand, he counted an unprecedented "10" on the usual score.

  **

Nine p.m.

  Underground laboratory.

"The energy threshold is low," Jiang Fuli looked up and took off his glasses. He propped the table with one hand and pointed to an energy diagram he just drew with the other. Some of the energy is gone..."

  He has a straight posture, methodically analyzing the results just detected.

  Pencil lightly drawing a curve is comparable to drawing by a computer.

  The slightly dim lights of the laboratory hit his smooth side face, each stroke seemed to be carefully outlined, and the long and dense eyelashes were slightly drawn, casting a light shadow.

  The team members next to him took pens and papers to write down what he just said.

   "That's it for today." Jiang Fuli put away the pen and pinned it casually on the neckline, and drew a black mask from his pocket with his slender fingertips, covering the tall bridge of his nose.

  He is tall, and the black coat makes him look a little thin.

   Everyone watched his back as he left. A boy calmly put away the recording pen and said firmly, "Something is wrong."

  Others nodded.

   As we all know, Jiang Fuli's group is the most sophisticated group in China, often because Mr. Jiang basically stays in the laboratory until twelve o'clock every day, and does not return home at night. It is not uncommon to rest in the laboratory for a month in a row.

   Once a team member heard that the Jiang family asked him about a trivial matter, and he scolded him in the office for five minutes.

  The members of Jiang's family didn't dare to come to him at will.

  However, in the past two days, he returned on time at nine o'clock every day.

   "Heh," the girl next to the boy took out the recorder in his pocket eeriely, "Are you secretly recording behind our backs? Let me tell you why you answer Jiang Shao's questions so quickly every time!"

   "He Wen, you really deserve to die."

  Boys: “…”

  In the car.

  Jiang Fuli sat in the back seat.

  The computer was placed on the table, and the phone rang. He glanced at it and picked it up.

  There was a male voice on the phone, "Why did you reject the Gao family? It was just stuffing people in, not letting them go to Jiang's house. I knew that once your mother died, you wouldn't treat me as an uncle..."

   After that, Jiang Fuli didn't listen.

  The car stopped slowly, and the assistant got out of the car and went to the trunk to get Jiang He's dinner.

  Jiang Fuli looked out of the window, through the window.

  He could see Jiang He and Bai Po still sitting in the milk tea shop, and a small white light lit up above their heads.

  Jiang Fuli withdrew from his emotions, he was slow, calm and distant, "Because it's useless."

"What?"

   "I said," Jiang Fuli's eyes were light, calm as a deep pool, and suppressed coldly. He took a black notebook and got out of the car directly, "I don't collect garbage."

  Hung up the phone, Jiang Fuli approached.

  Bai Po is working on a physics test paper, lying on the table to write the paper that the physics teacher just issued today.

  Seeing Jiang Fuli, she raised her eyes, her chin resting on her arm, and said hello lazily: "Teacher Jiang."

   "Have you finished your homework yet?" Jiang Fuli pulled away the chair opposite.

  Now senior high school students have so much homework?

   "Nearly." Bai Po wrote the last line, and saw the black notebook in his hand.

   "This," Jiang Fuli pushed the notebook over very calmly, his exquisite eyebrows and eyes were as cold and indifferent as ever, and even his voice seemed careless: "My previous physical notebook."

  Bai Po cheered up, she looked at the notebook, her black pupils reflected the light above her head, she was too beautiful, "Thank you."

  Jiang He was on the side, watching Jiang Fuli intently.

  Because she was going to a training class at night, Bai Po didn't ask Ji Heng to wait for her to go back to eat. She ate in the cafeteria at night, and read books with Jiang He at the milk tea shop after school before going back.

  **

  Ji Heng waits for Bai Po to go back at the alley every night, and today is no exception.

  It's nearly ten o'clock.

  Bai Po recalled the time dilation, "Grandpa, are you sleepy?"

  Ji Heng held the flashlight, originally wanted to say that he was not sleepy, but remembered what Bai Po had been doing these past two days, and said cautiously: "A little sleepy."

   "Ah," Bai Po felt a little regretful, "Then I'll wake you up tomorrow morning."

  Ji Heng: "..."

   Do you have to call?

  The next day, Thursday.

   As soon as Ji Heng opened his eyes, he saw the person squatting beside his bed.

   "Grandpa," Bai Po was listening to English words, but when he saw his eyes open, he turned off the sound, "Are you awake?"

  Ji Heng: "..."

  Where did he go later, Bai Po followed him: "*&^%$@(^&%…"

  As soon as Ji Shaojun entered the yard, he heard Bai Po's lazy voice, "So the time will change according to everyone's speed...Grandpa, do you understand?"

   "..."

   "Grandpa, why don't you speak?" Bai Po turned his head.

  Ji Heng spat out the mouthwash silently, "Maybe it's because your grandpa is brushing his teeth."

Why.

  Why are high school students so energetic.

  She doesn't need to sleep?

  When has Ji Heng's yard been so lively? Ji Shaojun smiled and watched Bai Po surround Ji Heng from the kitchen to the yard and then to the storage room.

  Breakfast was bought by Bai Po at Qingshui Street early in the morning.

   At 6:40, she heard the correct answer from Ji Heng, and then she took her school uniform and went out, "Grandpa, uncle, I'm leaving first."

  As soon as she went out, the whole yard became deserted.

  Ji Shaojun looked at Ji Heng's serious face, and complained from the bottom of his heart, just pretend if you see it, you might be overwhelmed when you hear the word "grandpa".

  **

  Xiangcheng Middle School has a physical education class in the third year of senior high school.

  Class 15 is the last session every Thursday morning, together with Class 8.

  There are only a few classes a week, and there are more than 80 classes in the school, and there are always a few classes that collide with each other in physical education.

   "It didn't exist before," Bai Po's front desk, Lu Xiaohan, who was also too lazy to move around, sat next to Bai Po and asked her about science, "I was reported anonymously later, and the school had to arrange a physical education class."

  Bai Po was holding a black notebook, and sat under the tree after the physical education teacher said free activities, flipping through it slowly.

  Even if she didn't do anything, many people pretended to look this way casually.

  Another basketball flew here.

   It's just that this time it's a bit off, and the ball with the whirlwind hits the white head directly.

  A boy shouted anxiously, "Little—"

  Bai Po slowly turned a page of paper with one hand, without raising her head, but just when the ball was about to hit her face, she raised her other hand, and the fast flying ball hit her palm firmly!

  The wind brought by the impact of the ball gently blew the loose hair on her forehead.

   At noon, the sun is just right.

  She weighed the ball in her hand, looked up at the boy lazily, the sun shone through the cracks in the tree above her head, and she threw the ball to the boy carelessly.

   Smiled at him, his eyes like jade: "Be careful."

  The boy reached out and took it.

  His face was flushed, and it took him a long time to recover and return to the team. A few of his teammates lowered their voices and said excitedly, "Damn, so handsome!"

"Ten minutes," Lu Xiaohan came back to her senses, she closed her mouth and counted for Bai Po, "In just ten minutes, two badmintons and three basketballs accidentally fell in front of you, student Bai, how exaggerated! "

  Bai Po smiled lazily.

  She lowered her head, took out her mobile phone and took a picture of a black cat on her notebook and sent it to Jiang Fuli—

  【Your drawing is not as good as my grandfather】

  Ms. Jiang: 【. . . . 】

not far away.

   "She's actually reading?" Shi Yutong stared at Bai Po's direction, with a heavy haze between his brows: "What are you pretending to score 85?"

  Ren Wanxuan was leaning on the horizontal bar, holding a bag in her hand.

"Sister Wanxuan, let me tell you, do you have an invitation letter for the International White Tiger Auction?" A few people from Class 8 came over with a basketball in their hands and said mysteriously, "We haven't seen each other yet." Pass."

  Ren Wanxuan looked at Chen Zhu.

  Chen nodded towards her.

  Ren Wanxuan smiled, she weighed the bag, originally wanted to open it directly, but when she saw the white scorpion not far away, she paused, "I'll show you in another place."

  Lu Xiaohan didn't dare to offend the members of Group Eight, but only dared to secretly complain to Bai Po, "Show me that I'm not a stranger."

  But I also know that it should be a rare thing to be so rare by a member of the prince class.

  After finishing physical education class, Bai Po went to the cafeteria to eat with Lu Xiaohan and Yang Lin.

   Along the way, Lu Xiaohan tried her best not to stare at Yang Lin.

  Zhang Shize and others also joined Bai Po's table after eating, Yang Lin sat beside Bai Po, and there was only one vegetable in her bowl.

Bai Po casually put the chicken legs in her bowl, and she was calm and calm after receiving tens of millions of child support: "This is the child support that my mother and my scumbag father each gave me after they divorced. The child support is not much. You will remember it later."

  Yang Lin ate with chopsticks.

  Lu Xiaohan's mind was spinning wildly, Bai Po sent several messages in one sentence, she opened her mouth, and just wanted to say to Bai Po, "Yang Lin won't want it".

  Yang Lin gave a slight "hmm".

  Yang Lin ate very quickly, and went back after a few mouthfuls.

   Lu Xiaohan and Zhang Shize were still sitting in their seats, greatly shocked——

  So they can't deliver things because their parents haven't divorced?

  "Student Bai Po." After eating, Bai Po and the others had just walked to the second floor when they saw the head teacher of Class 8 coming out of the office on the second floor. He was wearing glasses.

  The head teacher of the prince's class, Zhang Shize and others naturally knew each other.

  A few students were afraid of seeing the teacher, so they went to the third floor to make a fuss.

  Leave only one person.

   "You did a good job last time." The head teacher of Class 8 stood in the corridor, sighed and then dissatisfied: "How did you study Chinese before? What a nonsense."

  Bai Po narrowed his eyes and said honestly, "Teacher, someone taught me yesterday's topic."

"It has nothing to do with teaching," he laughed, "I can understand your whole problem-solving thinking from your steps. If you can understand the problem, I will give the answer to the training class, and only a few people can understand it. "

  Bai Po really wanted to explain to this teacher.

  If Jiang Fuli told them again, they could also write it out, but they didn't know whether the teacher would believe it or not.

  She touched her nose and returned to the third floor after receiving the compliment.

   Of course, she wouldn't know—

   It’s fine if Young Master Jiang doesn’t scold them, what about the topic?

Ah.

  **

  Class eight.

  Chen Zhu and others never ate in the school cafeteria, and several of them ate in the private restaurant outside the school before coming back.

  Ren Wanxuan returned to her seat, because she was going to eat, and the others still had to read the invitation. She asked Shi Yutong to wait for them to finish reading and bring her bag back to class.

  As soon as she came back, she opened the bag.

   "What's wrong?" Chen Zhu saw Ren Wanxuan's expression changed, and he stood up.

  Ren Wanxuan's face was so cold that she looked around the class: "Who came to our class at noon?"

   This expression is obvious, something has been lost.

  The people in Class 8 are all famous figures in Xiangcheng, and they all know Ren Wanxuan's identity in private, so they won't do such a thing.

  There is only one possibility, an outsider.

   "No...it's that one?" The squad leader looked nervous, and he got up quickly, talking about the invitation letter.

  Today, the whole class is queuing up to see her invitation letter.

  Seeing Ren Wanxuan's gloomy face, the squad leader knew he had guessed right.

   "Damn," he thumped the table hard, and glanced around the class, "Is there anyone who came to our class at noon?"

   No one dared to speak, and everything was silent.

   "That," after a long while, a girl in the corner raised her hand silently, and said hesitantly, "At noon, I seem to have seen the transfer student from Class 15 come to the second floor."

  Ren Wanxuan has never been so angry. She has lived a pampered life since she was a child.

  At school, others only look up to her, not to mention the things she puts in her bag, even if she doesn't want them, no one has the courage to touch them.

  Hearing the girl's words, Ren Wanxuan gritted her teeth, "Bai Po, right?"

  She threw the bag on the ground and walked directly in the direction of Class 15.

  While walking, she took out her mobile phone and sent a message to her father—

  【You have to get that relative of yours to our school to disgust me, right? 】

   Good night, I hope you can sleep

  

  

  (end of this chapter)