Let's walk together for the rest of our lives. If the host says to leave, she will leave.

After dinner, the father and daughter started working again.

Mother Gu's condition has stabilized. She will be discharged from the hospital in a few days and her life will be back on track.

Mr. Gu goes to the hospital to take care of his wife during the day and has to open the shop at night. In order not to ruin his health, he closes the shop at twelve o'clock these days.

At ten o'clock, Gu's father rushed Gu Ling upstairs, saying that she was a student and should study hard and go to bed early. Gu Ling couldn't resist him and went back to her room.

Of course, there are homeworks in No. 13 Middle School, but the teachers only give them out and explain them, and don’t care whether the students do them or not. Of course, they can’t control those students either.

Gu Ling was about to take his homework out of his schoolbag when he suddenly saw something in the side pocket of the bag.

It was a black business card with gold-plated patterns outlining the six words "Jiang Mingcheng, No. 13 Middle School" and a phone number.

No. 13 Middle School?

Gu Ling's eyes fell on the school uniform on the bed and he was a little speechless. Although he didn't have to wear uniforms in No. 13 Middle School, it was a bit too exaggerated that he couldn't even recognize his own school uniform.

In No. 13 Middle School, Jiang Mingcheng is a celebrity.

His family background, appearance, green hair, and sense of brotherhood make him the headline of No. 13 Middle School every day.

Jiang Mingcheng hasn't attended classes for a few days since Gu Ling transferred here, but stories about his glorious deeds are still circulating on campus. Today is their first meeting.

Gu Ling casually flipped the business card and found a dark pattern behind the name. She adjusted the angle and took a closer look and found that it was the word "King".

King Jiang Mingcheng of No. 13 Middle School?

Gu Ling had a strange expression on his face and suspected that this business card was not customized by Jiang Mingcheng.

After all, in Gu Ling's eyes, although Jiang Mingcheng was a little bit confused, he was definitely not a childish guy. The title of "king" was a bit embarrassing for a 17 or 18-year-old boy.

But, never mind, they won't be socializing anymore anyway.

Gu Ling threw the business card aside and started writing the test paper.

Senior year of high school is a crucial year. Her dream is to be admitted to Yanbei University, the best university in Beijing. A diploma with a high level of education will make it easier for her to accomplish her task.

The next afternoon after school, Gu Ling was about to leave the school gate with her schoolbag on her back when she saw a few people with yellow hair blocking the entrance. She frowned, looked around, and found a place to climb over the wall to get out.

For several days in a row, Huangmao didn't see anyone and suspected that Gu Ling hadn't come to school during those days.

He asked a student from No. 13 Middle School and learned that Gu Ling went to and from school on time every day. He immediately realized that Gu Ling was hiding from them and soon found the wall that Gu Ling often climbed over.

Gu Ling was extremely annoyed. She was hiding from Huangmao not because she was afraid, but because she didn't want to cause trouble. After all, her father had been tired enough recently.

She looked at the tuft of yellow hair at the door and suddenly thought of Jiang Mingcheng with green hair.

She took out her cell phone and dialed the number on the business card, but it took a long time before the call was connected.

"Who is this?" There was a lot of noise on the other end of the phone, and the person who answered the phone had a bad tone.

Jiang Mingcheng, who was playing games in the Internet cafe, lost several games in a row and was in a bad mood.

"I'm Gu Ling."

Gu Ling thought about it and realized that a "big shot" like Jiang Mingcheng definitely didn't know who she was, so he added, "On September 7, you helped me drive away the group of people with yellow hair."

How could Jiang Mingcheng remember the date? Moreover, as a busy man, he had saved so many people that he had no idea what Gu Ling said.

He was very honest: "I don't remember. But you know my number, you must be someone I recognize." You must be his people.

"How about you tell me a few characteristics so I can recall them?"

Features? Isn’t the yellow hair feature obvious enough?

Gu Ling frowned and wanted to give up, but he had already made the call and couldn't go back empty-handed.

She was silent for a while, then said, "I'm thirteen dollars and fifty cents."

Jiang Mingcheng actually remembered it!

"It's you, what's wrong?"

Gu Ling actually breathed a sigh of relief: "Huang Mao brought people to block me, can you tell them not to come looking for me? In return, you can let me do something for you."

"No problem, just wait, we'll be there in ten minutes!"

Gu Ling:?

Do you know where I am?

After a while, I received a friend notification on WeChat with the note: Send me the location.

The name of this account is Thirteen Chinese Kings, and the avatar is himself.

Gu Ling felt that Jiang Mingcheng's image in her eyes was a little broken.

After adding the friend and sending the location, Gu Ling looked around, sat down on the flower bed next to him, and took out a mini vocabulary book to memorize words.

Ten minutes later, Jiang Mingcheng with green hair appeared in front of her.

He smiled lightly, a little sarcastic: "Let's go, 13.5 yuan, I'll go and support you."

If you don't speak.

Gu Ling followed him toward the school gate. The yellow-haired group of people's faces fell when they saw Jiang Mingcheng.

Why is this gentleman here again?

Jiang Mingcheng clenched his fists: "Who told you to bully her?"

Huang Mao and others shouted in protest: "Brother Jiang, we didn't do that!"

Gu Ling in the back calmly complained: "They blocked me and wouldn't let me go home."

Jiang Mingcheng narrowed his eyes, and the pressure was overwhelming: "You dare to quibble."

Huangmao wanted to cry but had no tears. He felt that Gu Ling was just a treacherous minister who played the victim and acted obediently beside the emperor.

Jiang Mingcheng waved his fist and said, "If I find out that you bully her again, I will send you to the hospital for a month."

Oh no, the transfer student found a backer so quickly.

Huang Mao and the others returned empty-handed, and Gu Ling thanked them earnestly: "Thank you."

Jiang Mingcheng's eyes were bent with laughter. Gu Ling found that he looked cool and handsome when he had a cold face, and he even had two fangs when he smiled, which was a bit cute.

Jiang Mingcheng was so happy that his people expressed their gratitude to him! He knew that he was a beloved king!

"You helped me, what are your conditions?" Gu Ling asked.

"No, no, this is what I should do."

Protecting his people is the duty of a qualified king.

Seeing that he looked sincere, Gu Ling didn't expect that he was really a good boy who was brave enough to do something righteous. However, Gu Ling didn't intend to take advantage of him.

"Your terms."

Jiang Mingcheng sighed. His people really loved him and were trying to repay him in roundabout ways.

He pretended to be serious: "In that case, I will accept you as my number one..." He took out his cell phone and took a look, "Number 250."

Gu Ling felt a little troubled: "What do I have to do as your younger brother? How long will it take?"

"Don't worry, you don't have to do anything. If you have any questions, just come to me. As for the time, just wait until I graduate."

It was only one year, Gu Ling agreed, but he still felt that he had taken advantage and secretly planned to repay the favor in the future.

King Jiang Mingcheng had a new subject under his rule, so he decided to celebrate: "Come on, I'll treat you to a meal."

"No, I'm going home now. Bye."

Gu Ling was walking towards home and found Jiang Mingcheng following her. She asked, "Why are you going home so early? It's just a quick meal."

A boy persistently asked a girl out for dinner. Gu Ling stopped and looked at him carefully. He found that his eyes were clear and all his emotions could be seen at a glance. There was no other feeling.

So she continued walking, answering by the way: "Go back and help."

"What help?"

Jiang Mingcheng was ready to ask more questions, but considering that the other party had helped him twice, Gu Ling still answered: "My family runs a barbecue restaurant, and I will go back to help entertain the guests."

Jiang Mingcheng said in an exaggerated tone: "Hey! I'm hungry, I'll go to your house for barbecue, I have a big appetite, and you can make a lot of money."

A rich and noble young master like Jiang Mingcheng may not be able to tolerate the environment of a cheap barbecue restaurant.

Gu Ling was worried that he would be disgusted and would ruin his father's mood, so he said tactfully: "The environment there is not very good, you may not be able to adapt to it."

"Ah? You guys in the catering business don't take care of hygiene?"

Gu Ling's face suddenly turned cold, and he was a little angry: "My house is very clean, and I have a certificate!"

Jiang Mingcheng looked puzzled: "Since the hygiene standards are met, why should I be uncomfortable?"

It was like a punch on cotton. Gu Ling felt a little suffocated, and the expression on his baby face became even more ugly: "Whatever you want!"

Jiang Mingcheng kept talking to Gu Ling along the way, but Gu Ling didn't say a word to him. He stopped talking in the second half of the journey.

Gu Ling thought: This guy finally knows that I don’t like him.

Jiang Mingcheng thought: Thirteen dollars and fifty cents is a bit taciturn and quite introverted.

It doesn’t matter, King Jiang Mingcheng will treat every one of his subjects equally.