The first top lady

Xu Che supported his mother-in-law to the school gate. He was reminded all the way not to take advantage of others or steal their soil.

He was too lazy to refute this, and just nodded in agreement, saying, "Got it."

"Brother." Xu Che said.

Ji Zezhou drove a convertible sports car and stopped in front of Xu Che. Xu Che felt like he had seen a savior. Finally, he didn't have to listen to these "curses" anymore.

After sending his mother-in-law to the car and closing the door, Xu Che hurriedly said goodbye, "Bye-bye——"

Old Madam Ji still turned her head back and gave earnest instructions.

Ji Zezhou couldn't bear it any longer and said, "Grandma, no one can see, and Xiao Che can't hear it either."

After just two seconds of silence, Madam Ji turned the conversation to Ji Zezhou again, "Look at this one without a canopy. If it's sunny, it's fine. At most, it can get some sun. But if it rains, it's worse than my one with a canopy."

"Yes, yes, yes." Ji Zezhou has gotten used to it. Ever since he drove this car home half a month ago, Old Madam Ji has been telling him about it for more than ten days, saying that his car is a three-wheeler without a canopy.

This is obviously a four-wheeler, okay? And he said it's not as good as his old scooter.

Hehe, okay? I suffered a loss because I didn't have a tent.

During the break of evening self-study, Pang Tuo ran to the first floor of senior high school with one arm hanging, and headed straight for Class 1, Grade 1.

That was the class that Xu Che and Song Yike were in.

The students in the corridors all rushed towards Class 1. Many students in the classrooms also rushed to watch the show.

"Is Ponto here for revenge?"

"Xu Che seems to have gone to the bathroom, and Song Yike is the only one in there."

"Will they fight again?"

"Should we tell the teacher right away?"

……

There was a lot of chatter in the crowd.

Pang Tuo had already walked into the classroom. He strode to Song Yike's seat and slammed the table with his intact hand.

The students in the corridor were so frightened that they held their breath, fearing that "World War II" was about to break out.

The atmosphere has become extremely tense!

Song Yike slowly raised his eyebrows and looked at Pang Tuo calmly.

Just when everyone thought the two would fight again, Pang Tuo asked first: "Who did you learn this skill from?"

"I practiced it myself."

When he was a child, he saw Song Yishen practicing martial arts in the yard. But at that time, Song Yishen was very busy, busy with his studies and busy with supporting his family, so he could only learn by himself. Later, when Song Yishen saw him, he would also guide him from the side.

Song Yixuan seemed to enjoy watching the brothers compete with each other, and his skills improved a lot during the competition. Sometimes Song Yixuan would suddenly give them some instructions while watching the show.

He thought Song Yixuan also knew martial arts and was quite skilled, but he had never seen Song Yixuan take action.

"You practiced it yourself?" Pang Tuo asked in shock, "Can I spar with you sometime?"

"cannot!"

A voice came from outside, revealing a hint of arrogance, as if declaring sovereignty.

Pang Tuo looked in the direction of the sound and saw Xu Che coming in from the back door and stopping beside Song Yike.

"Didn't we already have a competition at noon today? You've already lost."

The 1.88-meter-tall burly guy looked visibly aggrieved, "It's just... I just want to ask for advice."

"No!" Xu Che stiffened his neck and stared at Pang Tuo arrogantly, "No, no, no, no."

Humph, let’s see what you can do to me?

Unconsciously, Pang Tuo's pout was getting higher and higher, and it felt like he was about to burst into tears in the next second.

"What are you all doing here? Have you finished your homework?" Zhang Huilin, the head teacher of Class 1, walked in and criticized harshly, "Pang Tuo, you came to our class to fight, right?"

Zhang Huilin had already learned about what happened at noon. Fortunately, she was on a business trip and not at school, otherwise she would have turned the office of the head teacher of the second grade upside down.

Moreover, Pang Tuo is a sophomore in high school, and he is now standing clearly in Class 1 of Grade 1. Anyone can tell who is the troublemaker.

But Tuotuo felt wronged, and he couldn't win the fight.

"Teacher Zhang." Song Yike suddenly stood up and clarified: "Pang Tuo came to play with me."

Students in the corridor: “???”

Teacher Zhang was surprised and suspicious: "???"

Xu Che: "Huh? Looking for you to play? How come I don't know?"

"Oh, find me and Xu Che..." Hmm? Song Yike realized that there was something wrong with this. Three people...playing?

Xu Che: "Huh?" Looking for me to play? How come I don't know?

Pang Tuo was looking at Song Yike with tears in his eyes, his gratitude beyond words.

Woo woo woo, my benefactor, I never thought that there would be a day when I, Ponto, would be protected by someone.

Uh, although it was the same day as the same person who was beaten.

The bell for class ended this confusing "farce".

What Song Yixuan didn't know was that just as she was driving away from Shenhai and back to Linhang, a black luxury car and an extended version of Lincoln passed by her.

She went to Linhang No. 7 Middle School, and the two cars drove into a villa area.

In front of the black gate, two black luxury cars and a white Yinqiu were parked side by side, competing with each other.

A young man got out of the car, his sinister eyes staring coldly at the world behind the door.

"Young Master, this is the house that Young Master Thirteen rented in Shenhai." The man's subordinate said, "Young Master Thirteen didn't go to the set today."

They have already found out.

To be precise, their people have been secretly watching Guan Qian.

Guan Tong said sarcastically, "It's really unfair for the Thirteenth Brother to rent such a small house." Then he ordered his men, "Knock on the door."

The first time I rang the bell, no one answered.

I rang the bell a second time, but still no one answered.

The third time, still no answer.

"Young Master Thirteen... could he have gone out?" The subordinate felt a little guilty and cold sweat began to appear on his forehead.

He couldn't bear the consequences of failing to do his job well. The bodyguards behind him all lowered their heads and dared not speak.

They all knew the methods and temper of this young master.

"Oh, it's my eldest brother." Guan Qian dragged his weak body towards the gate, with a smile on his pale face that he tried hard to maintain.

"Ahem, I can't go fast, big brother knows that."

The voice sounds weak, but it is the savior of every strong bodyguard.

Guan Tong's face, which was filled with anger, suddenly showed false concern. "It's okay. I'm sorry that I didn't inform you in advance and disturbed my rest."

Guan Qian opened the door and said politely, "This place is small. Please make do with it."

As he turned sideways to close the door, Guan Qian, with his back to Guan Tong and his group, curled up the corner of his mouth in a disdainful sneer.

He naturally knew that the person who called him "Thirteenth Brother" most affectionately was actually the most hypocritical person who wanted to kill him the most.

Guan Tong winked at his men, and one of them quickly disappeared into the living room. Guan Qian then followed in.

Guan Tong was very strange today, and his words were full of regards and concern for Guan Qian. Of course, these were all lies.

There must be something wrong when things are abnormal. Guan Qian wants to see what Guan Tong is trying to do this time?

But before he could see Guan Tong's purpose, Guan Tong took the lead to leave on the grounds of "not disturbing Thirteenth Brother's rest".

Are you leaving now?

Did you come all the way here just to say a few false words?

Guan Qian half-closed his eyes and his sight fell on the shadows of the trees in the yard. The wind had not stopped, and the trees were swaying and the shadows were moving, confusing and confusing.

Who can't sit still anymore?

Are you ready to take action?

Guan Qian sneered, and it was unclear whether it was hatred for Guan Dengrong and his son, or ridicule for his own incompetence.

But he had already made up his mind that no matter what, he would not let Song Yixuan be involved in Guan Dengrong's conspiracy, even if it cost him his life.