The boss always thought we were looking at each other

He Ci watched Lao Jiang draw a big cross on himself, and the figurative Lao Jiang didn't even look at it, for fear of making himself sick from anger.

Words: "..."

Lao Jiang: "You have nothing to explain?"

He Ci shook his head, he didn't have anything to say, and was about to go down, so he listened to the words and metaphors beside him and began to review first.

"My loving brother may be too tired these days. He has to handle every important matter in the class. Who doesn't have two or three days in a month? Lao Jiang...ah no, old, teacher, what do you think? ?”

"Go down!" Lao Jiang waved his hand irritably, blinding him to teach a class in vain.

While accepting the vicious stares of the whole class, Yan Yu glanced at He Ci happily, and said, if he had followed his instructions, he would be fine, and if he had to write it himself, it would make everyone look bad.

The smile on Yan Yu's mouth stopped abruptly when he saw the original words in the book.

Yan Yu looked at the homophonic characters on the blackboard in disbelief, the veins on his forehead couldn't help twitching, swallowed, and poked Song Mo in the front row.

"Mo, can I survive today?"

Song Mo snorted coldly, handed the messy words he had written to the team leader, and drew a ten on his chest, "I don't know if you can, but I remember He Ci sent three people to the hospital last time. Long life to you, Amen."

Ah this...

Yan Yu suddenly felt the chrysanthemum tighten, and quietly glanced at He Ci at the side of the aisle, his expression didn't seem to have changed much, there seemed to be only one expression on his face forever.

"Brother Ci?"

"Brother Ci?"

He Ci pursed his thin lips tightly, enduring the pulsating veins on his arms, and turned his head.

Yan Yu blinked at people without fear of death, and shouted in a low voice, "I invite you to drink milk tea. Your lord has a lot of it. I am doing something wrong with good intentions. Brother, you just think that I am a first-time offender..."

Before he could finish speaking, he heard a 'whoosh', and an eraser flew out from the podium, and wiped across the aisle between the two of them, "You two, get out!"

Yan Yu shrank his head in fright.

Song Mo turned around, and saw Yan Yu brainwashing He Ci with a serious face, following behind him every step of the way, and putting a high hat on He Ci as he walked.

"I think it's still Brother Ci, you are amazing, can you escape this?"

"I really admire this. I will definitely buy you a cup of this milk tea!"

"It's just a little unwritten request, and it still needs to be taken care of by the elder brother."

He Ci and Yan Yu stood at the back door, Yan Yu babbled in He Ci's ears like a bait, and handed the crumpled accommodation application form in his pocket to He Ci to read.

"Brother Ci, I'm the son of Lao Lai. I live in such an expensive small apartment. It's not impossible to use the sky as a building to build a house." Yan Yu seemed to think of something, and his whole body was enveloped in inexplicable sadness, dumbfounded. It also drooped down.

He sighed heavily, "But I haven't made any contribution to the society yet. Who knows if I will be successful in the future with my dog's life? I'm really not reconciled, Brother Ci!"

"Next month, the squad leader will be replaced."

He Ci closed his eyes tightly and leaned against the wall. Although he was a little slack, he looked extraordinarily orderly. From his slightly furrowed brows, it could be seen that he was really upset right now.

"But you still do it now?" Yan Yu was in a hurry, and advised him, "You helped me and saved a life, which is better than building a seven-level pagoda!"

Hearing the sound, He Ci slowly opened his eyes, looked down at him, his tone was lighter than his expression, "I won't make it."

Yan Yu took a look, snorted, and threw the application form on the window sill.

Well, this product does not contain oil and salt, so it is useless.

Back then, he didn't go to the head teacher because he disliked asking the head teacher about this and that. Now, looking at it now, He Ci is not as good as the head teacher!

A class lasted 45 minutes, and Yan Yu stood outside for half an hour, either pinching the cracks in the wall or dozing off, waiting for the end of get out of class to clean up his business.

On the other hand, He Ci, who was standing next to him, remained in the same posture from beginning to end, and his standard of standing was not rigid, which made his words more and more not a good thing.

Jingle Bell.

The bell for the end of get out of class finally rang, and He Ci entered the classroom expressionlessly, leaving Yan Yu alone, looking at an acquaintance not far away, cursing.

Class [-] of the second year of high school was the first class, and Yan Yu watched helplessly as Xu Zhengyi came out of the classroom, holding a bag in his hand, which contained the Rolex watch he gave him.

The direction Xu Zhengyi left was facing the school gate, and further east, there was a second-hand luxury goods store.

Yan Yu cursed inwardly, this guy didn't even think about returning his things.

Bringing something to school, but not giving it to him, and planning to go to that store in a blink of an eye, Yan Yu immediately had an idea in his mind, really his grandma's never been able to guard against Xu Zhengyi, this old vixen, he keeps stinking farts one after another One ring!

Yan Yu flipped over the window neatly, took the backpack from his seat, hung it on his shoulder, and left the classroom while rushing and cursing.

Seeing a piece of paper fluttering down from the window, Lu Xuan hurriedly picked it up and looked at it. The word "Yan Yu" was written in a crooked manner on the signature.

"Hehe," Lu Xuan laughed, "Yan Yu is really poor, wouldn't he sell the house to save money for his parents to pay off his debts?"

"It's also fortunate that his parents have such a son, and he ran away without knowing it, believe it or not?"

Thinking of Yan Yu's bright eyes, He Ci raised his eyes, glanced lightly at the application form in Lu Xuan's hand, took it and stuffed it into his schoolbag.

"Brother Ci, you don't always ignore these things, huh?" Lu Xuan asked him curiously.

He Ci followed Lu Xuan's gaze and looked over, that figure was thin and stubborn, always full of energy when he jumped up, as if nothing in this world was too difficult for him.

He Ci was silent and didn't speak.

"You also think he is pitiful?" Lu Xuan couldn't help nodding. He was deceived by Xu Zhengyi in the front and dragged down by his parents in the back. If it was him, would he still be able to laugh?

After a while, He Ci looked away.

If one day Yan Yu knows that all of this is just his self-importance, and the bankruptcy of any company is just an excuse for being abandoned.

It was those people who praised him for righteousness and killing his relatives back then, and it was those people who said that his six relatives did not recognize him.

He Ci recalled the past with a strong repulsion on his face.

Walking out of the school gate, a black Bentley followed He Ci not far or near, but never dared to get close.

Until He Zi stamped his feet, turned around, and stared at the car with gloomy eyes.

The owner of the car seemed to have sensed He Ci's uncontrollable violence, and slowly disappeared from his sight.