MTL - Kicked Out of the Rich Family at the Beginning-Chapter 17 0 Grumpy Mr. Jiang, an ordinary high school senior
Chapter 17 017 Cranky Mr. Jiang, an ordinary high school senior
The Ren family is like a half-handed existence in Xiangcheng, but the little policeman is not in vain.
Look at the lofty attitude of Ren Wanxuan and others, and look at Bai Po's well-behaved way of being persecuted and not forgetting to study. It only takes a second for them to favor the weak.
However, these words gave Ren Wanxuan a hard blow.
First "500,000", and then "VIP Invitation Letter", the whole office was stunned by a few words.
Lu Lingxi felt relieved, she sat down slowly, "So the police officer has nothing to do with my students, right?"
"certainly."
"How is it possible?" Ren Wanxuan didn't want to believe it at all.
In her eyes, Bai Po is a relative of Daqiufeng from the Ji family who doesn't know where he came from. The purpose of moving to Xiangcheng in the third year of high school is obvious, and he lives with Ji Heng in an alley that has not been developed for decades.
Not to mention the invitation letter, she might not even know where Heishui Street opened.
Chen Zhu next to him only reached out to take the invitation letter from the police officer, and read it carefully.
In fact, there is a big gap between the ordinary invitation letter and the VIP invitation letter. The invitation letter bought by the Ren family has been read many times by Ren Wanxuan and Chen Chen, and he can quickly see the difference.
Chen looked at Ren Wanxuan, "This should be hers, it's different from yours."
"Look at it?" The policeman reached out and took back the invitation letter in Chen Zhuo's hand, "This is someone else's property."
Then he reached out and returned the invitation letter to Lu Lingxi. He remembered that Lu Lingxi was the class teacher of the girl just now.
Ren Wanxuan pursed her lips, she didn't know where to start, her mind was confused, "Then, what about my invitation letter?"
The policeman didn't speak, he looked at Shi Yutong beside her.
Beside Ren Wanxuan, as early as when the police took out Bai Po's invitation letter, something was wrong with Shi Yutong.
The invitation letter was obviously stuffed into the white schoolbag by her.
How did it become white?
What about the invitation she slipped in?
"Miss Ren, "What kind of people are the police, they can even use a big memory recovery technique on perverted murderers, and Shi Yutong, who is not yet mature, can be seen through by them at a glance, "I think it's still Don't look at outsiders, is this classmate your friend?"
When Shi Yutong was seen by him, his face was pale and his whole body was limp on the ground.
Ren Wanxuan lowered her head, staring at Shi Yutong.
The monitor of class 8 was at the door. Hearing this sentence, he reacted and turned back to class 8 to look for Shi Yutong's desk.
The others looked at each other and followed suit.
Actually, the monitor of class 8 didn’t look through much. Just as he took out his schoolbag, a red invitation letter fell on the ground.
Very silent scene.
Lu Lingxi looked at all eight classes with a blank face, then turned around and said to the vice principal: "The police are here too, let them deal with it."
"Of course," the policeman said, "500,000 is not an ordinary crime of theft."
The monitor of Class 8 only lowered his voice at the end, a little dazed, he looked at Chen Zhu: "Brother Zhu, isn't it said that this invitation letter is hard to see? Why are there also white scorpions?"
Moreover, it seems to be more advanced.
Chen Zhu has always been the leader of the eighth class, and this group of princes will naturally ask him about anything they encounter.
But now, Chen Zhu only narrowed his eyes slightly and shook his head.
Ren Wanxuan lowered her eyes and did not speak.
**
Class 15.
When Bai Po went back, her desk and stool had already been supported, her schoolbag and books had been tidied up, and everything was as it was.
Her usually lazy and casual face was rarely a little gloomy.
Beautiful eyebrows and eyes held the breath of "I must kill someone today".
Seeing her coming back, the absent-minded people couldn't help but glance at her.
but…
No one dared to speak.
Bai Po was wearing a blue and white school uniform jacket, and inside was a white T-shirt with a green bamboo embroidered on it.
She pulled out the chair, sat down lazily with her right elbow propped on the table, her long hair was pulled back, and she looked down at her notebook gracefully.
When the midday sun shines through the window, her half-closed eyes are hidden in the shadow cast by eyelashes, like a white tiger whose territory has been offended, calm and dangerous.
Until Bai Chi turned another page.
Most of the formula topics in Mr. Jiang’s notebook are written very clearly and are clear at a glance, but some are very casual, such as:
Maxwell's Electromagnetic Field Theory—
Master Jiang: [omitted]
A classic motion problem of charged particles—
Young Master Jiang: [Obviously]
He drew a globe and added—
【The teacher didn't wake up? There is no gravity at all, this is space-time distortion]
A full page of clear notes plus theorem, the last line—
Jiang Gongzi:【What the **** are these teachers talking about? 】
【Make an IMO paper and calm down】
Jiang Gongzi took a few days of complete notes patiently, and then asked a question—
【Why should I sit here and listen to the lecture? 】
Further down, there are several pages of questions about planetary density analysis based on celestial body movement, which should be written for others to read—
Jiang Gongzi: [Why do you need me to explain such a simple topic? 】
After carefully analyzing the movement of celestial bodies for a few days, it finally broke out—
【Is Jiang Xijue's brain eaten by zombies? 】
【Ming Dongheng seems to be a paramecium】
【I want to blow up Xu Nanjing】
【What kind of group are the three of them? 】
【It's hard to imagine that a university will admit them】
…
It can be seen that he is not serious in class, often deserts, and complains indifferently.
Bai Po will die laughing at these words.
She took out her mobile phone, and someone seemed to recall something in his notebook, there was an unread message from an hour ago.
Ms. Jiang: [You can see something useful]
Bai Po poked his phone and lazily replied: 【Such as paramecium? 】
Ms. Jiang: 【. . . . . 】
Bai Po: 【,】
Jiang Fuli on the opposite side stared at the comma for a while, then found a video from the album and sent it.
Bai Po opened it and took a look. It was a very spectacular blue ring of fire surrounded by transparent blue flames.
Her eyes lit up: 【What is this】
Ms. Jiang: [Shock Mach Ring]
Bai Po has favorited this video: 【Very nice】
Ms. Jiang: 【Happy? 】
Bai Po: 【. 】
She leaned on the table and looked at the Mahe ring repeatedly. Shi Yutong and Ren Wanxuan were forgotten by her, and then she lazily propped her chin, and casually took a pen and began to write down other analyzes he wrote seriously.
Behind.
A group of people motioned for Zhang Shize to ask questions.
As people in the same class, they are united as one, and the new classmates don't seem to be stealing from others.
Don't ask why, asking is to have a filter for beauties.
Zhang Shize looked back at them: [Why didn't you ask? 】
Just kidding, he has already felt the transformation of Bai Po at close range and is killing people. He doesn't want to die, at least not now.
Everyone took it for granted: [Of course it's because you are handsome. 】
Zhang Shize: [It seems that it is not impossible to die. 】
Zhang Shize struggled for a long time. Seeing that the table in front of him seemed less dangerous, he even began to slowly handle the milk that had just fallen on the floor.
He reached out and lightly poked the shoulder of the front desk.
Bai Po put one hand on the table, turned his body slightly, and said lazily, "Speak."
"Oh," Zhang Shize rubbed his nose, "it's the Class 8 issue, can it be resolved? What's the situation now?"
He has been helping his mother with housework for the past two days. He is so tired that he has to wake up his mother for dinner every morning.
The rest of Class 15 seemed to be bowing their heads and writing vigorously, but in fact, everyone was listening with their ears pricked up.
Even Zhang Shize's gloomy deskmate Ning Xiao looked up.
"It's solved." Bai Po turned around slowly, went back to drink some milk, and wrote a word.
Zhang Shize was taken aback.
Just as he was about to ask how it was solved, Lu Lingxi came in from the classroom door and gently put the invitation letter on the table, "Next time, don't put such a valuable thing in your schoolbag, or it might be stolen by them." Bite back."
"Oh." Bai Po nodded.
Yang Lin at the same table looked at the invitation letter that Lu Lingxi was holding back, it was originally from Bai Po, "..."
She was silent, as if she wanted to scold something, but in the end she didn't speak, and silently took out a book and read the questions.
Wait for Lu Lingxi to go out.
The members of Class 15 couldn't help showing their true colors, and all gathered around.
"Student Bai, this is actually yours?"
"What's going on?"
"Damn, I saw the mysterious group of people in Class 8 in the morning, and you also have it?"
"..."
Bai Po: "..."
She casually stuffed the invitation letter into Zhang Shize's hand, and said calmly, "Take it and read it, don't disturb my study."
How could they have imagined that the thing that Ren Wanxuan from Class 8 was clutching mysteriously, Bai Po would just casually throw it to them, and a group of people would go to surround Zhang Shize.
"brush-"
A group of teenagers turned to the battlefield.
Zhang Shize and his group took the legendary "White Tiger Auction House Invitation Letter" to play during recess.
Several people in Class Eight couldn't bear the atmosphere of Class Eight, so they went to the playground to play.
As soon as I went to the playground, I saw the group of idiots from Zhang Shize’s 15th class wandering around holding red invitation letters, asking everyone—
"Have you seen the invitation letter from the White Tiger Auction House? It's still the VIP version."
"Come on, today we will play table tennis with the invitation letter from the White Tiger Auction House."
"..."
Prince Class, this group of people who are mysterious in the morning and afraid of showing the invitation letter to others: "..."
His face was a little stiff.
"Squad leader, why don't we go back."
**
In the evening, the training course at six o'clock remains the same.
Ren Wanxuan and Shi Yutong didn't come today.
The atmosphere of the training class today is a bit quiet and weird.
The head teacher of Class 8 came a little late today. He stood behind Bai Po for a long time, and every time he wanted to say something, he stopped talking.
Bai Po turned her head, she looked at the head teacher of Class 8, blinked, as if she was asking—
【What's wrong? 】
Those almond eyes were pure black and white as always, with the same expression as usual.
Because of what happened at noon, the head teacher of Class 8, who didn't know how to apologize to Bai Po, was silent for a while.
He patted Bai Po on the shoulder. They are all smart people. He knew what Bai Po meant.
The head teacher of Class 8 lowered his voice, "I want to show some students your answer yesterday, is that okay?"
Some of the answers are beyond the outline, and some students may not understand, so he only intends to give two who can understand.
Bai Po nodded, her cold white fingers pressed the black pen and twirled it at her fingertips, she said casually, "Okay."
The head teacher of the eighth class just stood up straight, today's tutoring class was still playing on the screen, he gently took the door out, took out the reorganized answers last night and printed two copies, he planned to give Ning Xiao and Chen a copy.
The answer was Bai Po's, so he asked Bai Po's opinion.
At 7:30, the head teacher of Class 8 handed out today's exercises.
And standing beside Bai Po, lowered his voice: "Bai Po, someone is looking for you, you pack up your things and go first."
Bai Po grasped the spinning pen, and finally said lazily: "Okay."
She put her things in her schoolbag and went out through the back door.
The location of make-up classes is in the complex building. The dormitory students who came out of Bai Chi are also doing evening self-study, and the whole campus is dark and quiet.
At the steps of the entrance of the complex building.
A black Audi parked there quietly.
Bai Po was wearing a simple school uniform. Under the dim light, his overly bright face was softened. He walked down the steps slowly, with a straight back and a relaxed and restrained posture.
Beside the car, the Secretary-General who was standing saw a thin figure walking this way from a distance, it should be from the Ji family, and he couldn't help holding his glasses.
Gently knocked the rear door and reported to Ren Qian: "Sir, she came out."
"Yes." Ren Qian nodded lightly.
When he heard about the school incident in the afternoon, he carefully checked the information of Ji's family, including Bai Po's.
The information is very ordinary. Bai Po’s household registration has just been transferred to Xiangcheng, her parents are unknown, and she only has a score of 85 in Xiangcheng Middle School. Now she lives in a slum with Ji Heng.
Nothing else.
Very clean.
At least there is nothing special about it from the information. It is a very ordinary senior high school student, so ordinary that it can't stir up a wave when thrown into the crowd.
Where did the special invitation to the White Tiger Auction come from?
Ren Qian came out of the back seat and looked up at the girl who had just stepped down the last step.
I found that many people didn't realize that it was Yang Lin who put the invitation letter back there, so she was puzzled when she saw that there was another one in the white bag.
Go to bed early! I want to fight till dawn!
(end of this chapter)
