Who traveled through time and was forced to inherit the position of young master?

"Hey, go ahead and fight. I'm going to go find someone to chat with."

Zhong An responded: "Go ahead, I'll watch here, there won't be any big trouble."

"That's hard work." Fang Zhixin smiled, put his hands behind his back, and walked away with a relaxed pace.

The pale yellow light was warm and charming. Fang Zhixin thought that her teammates were all very nice people.

As rows of chefs brought up delicious food, the glittering and gorgeous chandeliers seemed to lose their nobility, and the soft lights catered to the cheerful laughter of the young men.

There were applause and cheers downstairs, and everyone upstairs was chatting happily.

Fang Zhixin found a few classmates, added them as friends, and then ran to the teacher openly.

He sat down at a table not far outside the room, picked some grapes, and started eavesdropping.

Xiaoguang Xiaoguang, you’re online now.

What are they talking about?

Xiaoguang: We were discussing your bomb, using the spiritual power shield, and discussing the extradition of people.

Fang Zhixin frowned. Extradition? Why them again?

Xiaoguang: They said that after being silent for many years, the extradited people have started to act on a large scale again. There must be some secrets, but they can't find any clues.

"It's a secret..." Fang Zhixin's dark eyes turned.

Xiaoguang, I can’t hide this secret from you.

Xiaoguang: Indeed, and your principal is going to look for you, saying that you have a clue.

"Ok?"

"Click——"

Before Fang Zhixin could be surprised, he saw the tightly closed door opened. He looked up and saw Wang Xueyang who had just left the house.

Wang Xueyang grinned and said, "Student Zhixin, that's just right. Come on, come in and chat with the teacher."

Fang Zhixin smiled in the same way: "What a coincidence! I was just about to knock on the door and talk to the teachers."

The teacher inside the door: “…”

If you are not from the same family, you will not enter the same school. What kind of teacher you have, what kind of student you will have.

"We can hear you, come in." Zhuang Changming was calm. He had lived for so long and had seen everything.

Fang Zhixin and Wang Xueyang turned their heads away at the same time and snorted.

This principal/student is not trustworthy at all.

After asking several teachers, Fang Zhixin sat down at the table and began to use the sounds of all things to collect information.

In the teacher's eyes, it's like wandering in the sky.

Wang Xueyang started to say something, and the president of Jingzhe University frowned.

"Are you sure your student really has a clue? Did she listen to what you said?"

Wang Xueyang didn't dare to guarantee it, but he still had great faith in his students.

"Let's give it a try. Anyway, we have no clue. The major security zones are agitated. I always feel like they are covering up something. It would be good if we could get a direction."

"Directions...yes."

This remark awakened the dreamers, and several people immediately turned to look at Fang Zhixin.

Wang Xueyang bared his teeth and slammed the table, frightening Fang Zhixin so much that he almost jumped up.

"I said, my students can definitely do it!"

Principal Jingzhe pursed his lips and squinted his eyes. It didn’t seem like that was what you said just now.

Wang Xueyang withdrew his hand and said, "I am your student. I can say whatever I want."

Fang Zhixin pretended not to notice the principal's little action and spoke.

"All the major security zones are extraditing people. It's obvious that they are trying to cover up the truth and confuse the public."

"I think all the teachers understand that there are only three possibilities. One, the target of the extradition is in a safe zone, two, abroad, and three, Blue Planet."

"The clue I gave is Blue Star."

"Blue Star?"

There was a dark light flashing in Zhuang Changming's eyes. The turmoil more than ten years ago was also caused by Lan Xing, and the evildoers who extradited people are still determined.

Fang Zhixin continued: "I don't know the other details, unless I go and check it myself, maybe..."

Zhuang Changming said decisively: "No, other people will investigate this matter."

Realizing that his tone was too harsh, Zhuang Changming slowly explained: "You guys have just finished the National League, so let the adults worry about these things. You should practice well."

"The future belongs to you."

"Well... okay, but if we receive a mission before you..."

Fang Zhixin looked at Zhuang Changming hesitantly, wanting to say something.

Zhuang Changming calmly took a sip of tea and thought secretly, this kid knows a lot. What if he really discovers something before us and encounters danger?

Besides... more than ten years is really a sensitive period of time. Judging from Fang Zhixin's ability to cause trouble today, he cannot be stopped.

It’s better to keep it under your nose.

After thinking it through, Zhuang Changming put down his teacup and said, "Special Operations Team, one week from now, in the morning, teleport to the main hall and head to Blue Star."

"If you want to go, you will be considered as non-staff members..."

"Great!"

"However, you must report your actions and not act recklessly."

Zhuang Changming looked at Fang Zhixin very seriously.

"No problem. I promise not to do anything rash. I will report any information I find promptly and I will never act rashly."

Fang Zhixin stood straight with a determined look in his eyes.

"Don't always talk about beauty."

As the subject changed, Wang Xueyang's eyes became fierce, and a fierce aura came towards him.

"This is not a joke. The mission is very dangerous. I didn't agree to let you go in the first place. Fang Zhixin, use all your vigilance."

"I don't want to hear any bad news!"

Fang Zhixin nodded like a chick pecking at rice.

"Don't worry, Principal. We have plenty of experience in escaping. If we can't win, we can still run away."

Wang Xueyang: "Can you please stop being so proud and say this kind of thing? It's really embarrassing."

Fang Zhixin scratched his head: "Is it embarrassing to escape from the A-level demon circle?"

Principals: “???”

Do you want to listen to what you are saying?

"Wang Xueyang, are you guys from Dongxia's No. 1 High School going to such a big deal?"

Wang Xueyang's forehead was bulging with veins, and he yelled, "How should I know! She never told me at all!"

Zhuang Changming sighed: "I am getting old and can't keep up with the pace of young people."

Seeing everyone looking at him, Fang Zhixin looked back with a smile.

"Don't worry, we are just going to check the information. We are not arrogant enough to fight the extraditionist alone."

"When necessary, shaking people is the truth."

Zhuang Changming opened one eye and said calmly, "Go and discuss it with your teammates in a week. No more waiting after that."

"OK."

After making a gesture, Fang Zhixin ran away decisively, opening and closing the door in one go, without giving the principals any chance to ask further questions.

Isolated from the noise in the room, the outside was not as quiet as imagined, but even more noisy.

Fang Zhixin was stunned.

The stacks of people were tottering, but the people next to them were still trying to stack them higher.

Trying to take away the jobs of acrobats.

A burst of crisp music came into my ears, with a unique sense of rhythm, pleasing my body and mind.

When I looked over, I saw a talented musician playing DJ sets.

Um, the “dish” in the dish.

"Here I come, let me use my paintbrush to record this beautiful moment!"

A girl holds a paintbrush and sketches out a sense of boldness and power.

A brand new picture unfolded, and the people around applauded like seals.

What a chaos!

Fang Zhixin collapsed and covered his head when he saw this scene: "What kind of performance art is this?!"