The landlord fools me every day

After listening to the young teacher's words, Zhang Zhushi's eyes narrowed, and there were slight ripples in his heart.

Very awkwardly, he turned his head low and glanced at Li Jiaping, and then quickly turned back with his mouth curled.

cut!Sure enough, I'm still very upset!

After the teacher's alienation and guidance, he asked the two to talk alone on the sidelines to ease the misunderstanding between the two.

"I have nothing to say." After a long silence, Li Jiaping said that he didn't intend to be allowed to procrastinate like this.

Zhang Zhushi nodded calmly: "Then let me ask you, where is Yang Zekui?"

Li Jiaping turned his head and said nothing.

Seeing this, Zhang Zhushi directly grabbed his collar: "Are you going to tell me or not!"

Li Jiaping raised his lips and smiled: "Look at the back."

Turning his head, it was the young teacher's admonishing gaze.

Taking advantage of the trend, Zhang Zhushi let go of his hand, turned to smile and said to Li Jiaping: "Why don't we make a bet."

Li Jiaping glanced at him: "What bet? Don't be a boring thing that Yang Zekui is long and Yang Zekui is short."

"No." Zhang Zhushi smiled, "Didn't you keep saying that you have to rush to study? Why don't we just study?"

Li Jiaping sneered: "I don't have that much time——"

"No, no." The corners of Zhang Zhushi's mouth widened, "I won't waste your time. How about we compare the results of the established monthly exam?"

When the word "good" blurted out, Li Jiaping frowned: "Why do you want to compare this with me? What's your purpose?"

Zhang Zhushi didn't answer the question instead, with the word Zhang Yang all over his body: "Why, don't you dare? Are you afraid that you can't compare to me, the bottom one?"

Li Jiaping pondered for a moment, and finally said: "I'm not afraid, but I won't compare with you. Who knows if you will use your relationship to change your grade to a higher score than mine."

"Are you asking for a relationship?" Zhang Zhushi suppressed the smile on his face, and asked him sincerely, "The literary ones are not good, but the martial arts ones?"

"What is your purpose!" Li Jiaping's voice was filled with anger that could not be concealed, "Just because of Yang Zekui, are you going to tear yourself apart from me! Don't forget, when you were in a coma, who carried you? Go to the infirmary, who has been taking care of you! Don't become so cold-blooded just to curry favor with a rich second generation!"

"I've never forgotten." Zhang Zhushi waved his hand to signal him to calm down. "I'm not trying to curry favor with Yang Zekui, a rich second generation. I just want to compete with you, so that you can see where you are lacking."

As he said that, he raised his eyebrows lightly: "Besides, the teacher said just now, don't you only see your own shortcomings. If you compete with me, won't you be able to understand where your shortcomings are."

Li Jiaping was not caught by Zhang Zhushi's bullheaded words, but his unyielding determination to win or lose made him decisive: "Okay! Who is afraid of whom! Compare and compare! I will definitely let you clearly see your own big shortcomings. !"

Zhang Zhushi chuckled: "It's better not to say some things now, it's still a little too early." Don't slap yourself in the face when the time comes, and make yourself even more embarrassing.

On the same day, Zhang Zhushi, who made a small deal with Li Jiaping in exchange for news of Yang Zekui, never let go of the dark clouds over Zhang Zhushi's head.

"Old Wu," he went straight to the office, grabbing the class teacher who took the time to drink, and said eagerly, "Call my father quickly! I need his help!"

Old Wu almost choked himself to death with a sip of tea: "Ahem!"

He wiped the corner of his mouth casually with his sleeve, and then pushed Zhang Zhushi, who was shaking his shoulders, farther away: "When I was young, I was your head teacher, how could you call me 'Old Wu' so disrespectful at school. "

Zhang Zhushi frowned: "Don't pretend to be you! Hurry up and call my unreliable father! I need help from him in an emergency!"

Old Wu coughed dryly: "What are you pretending, what am I pretending to be, if you have something to do when you are young, you can tell me first."

Zhang Zhushi became anxious: "Old Wu! Put down your posture! You have been eating for an hour, lest I not know that you are my Uncle Wu!"

Hearing his previous mantra being uttered by Zhang Zhushi in front of him, Old Wu rubbed his nose in embarrassment: "Oh, I got it. But your dad kicked you out recently, are you sure it will be useful to find him? Why don't you listen to me and talk to me beforehand, maybe I can help you more urgently."

"But—" Zhang Zhushi lowered his eyes, hesitated for a moment, then raised his head, "Okay, then I'll talk to you first." Generally speaking, he felt that what Old Wu said was very reasonable.

He simply straightened out his thoughts, and then said, "Yang Zekui may have been forcibly taken away by people from his father's company."

Old Wu listened carefully, and after a while of quiet staring at each other, he tilted his head: "No, no?"

Zhang Zhushi nodded: "No more."

"Uh—" He tried to maintain his teacher's demeanor, "Then what should we do? You want to bring him back?"

Zhang Zhushi was stunned for a moment, then nodded: "While bringing him back, I want to get back the bank card he took with me."

"..." Old Wu pursed his lips, and was so depressed that he couldn't speak for a while, "Okay, this and that, you still cared about your classmates very much when you were young."

"Of course." Zhang Zhushi hooked the corner of his mouth far-fetchedly.

Originally, he just wanted to know if Yang Zekui was okay, so his concern for him was limited.

But when he got the hint in the conversation and saw Zhang Zhu, who Yang Zekui stuffed in the note in his drawer, it was hard for him not to continue caring.

After all, all his current savings are stored in that card.

Before that, he always carried that card close to his body, but he never imagined how that fellow Yang Zekui found out about his card, and then quickly took him away, this big treasure, during the period when he was forcibly taken away. of.

Really good tablemate.

Zhang Zhushi gave a thumbs up silently in his heart, and sent a few sincere greetings to the brat Yang Zekui who didn't know where he was at that time.

Yang Zekui, whose hands and feet were tied, suddenly sneezed loudly while sitting in the car: "Ah!"

The assistant next to him looked at him calmly: "Is the temperature in the car too low, do you need to raise it? Or do you need to wear more clothes?"

Yang Zekui sniffed: "No need." As long as you put him back, that's fine.

But he didn't say the latter sentence.

Because he knew that what he said was in vain, it was just a waste of words.

Secretly pinching the bank card in his hand, rubbing the gold-plated words on it, Yang Zekui kept hoping in his heart that Zhang Zhushi would quickly follow his previous words, and come back to take back this gold card after discovering something abnormal, and then take it back. He also took it back.

Even if he is kicked out now, he is still the second young master of the Zhang family. No matter how his old man will sell the Zhang family's face, he will not go against them in the open.

In this case, he would not have to be taken abroad to study, but could stay in China and continue his leisurely life.

From some angles, he and Zhang Hezhi are quite similar—they don't like managing company affairs, and they don't really want to inherit the family business. They just want to live a quiet and simple life alone.

Yang Anping, who was sitting opposite Yu Zheng, frowned: "Do you think I don't understand your little thoughts?"

Suddenly, Yang Zekui's pupils dilated for a moment due to shock, but quickly returned to normal: "What are you talking about, I don't know."

Yang Anping sneered when he heard the words: "Do you think I can't do anything to you if you don't follow the steps and come to this private school privately? Heh, let me tell you, our company also has a share of the investment and establishment of this school. No matter what, you are just self-righteous and futile struggling in the net I cast on you. Besides, do you think that the first choice of the school you changed without authorization at that time really succeeded? Hehe, that’s all just It's just my default."

While talking, he took a sip of the newly brewed fine tea: "Kui Kui, I know you prefer freedom over fame and wealth. But you have to be clear about one thing, that is, without the material things I gave you, you That shit freedom is a joke."

"I don't care if you make a joke or not!" He was irritated successfully, "I want you to let me go back now! Let me go back! Can't you understand!"

The little assistant turned cold all of a sudden: "Master, I think I should have taught you how to talk to your father."

Yang Anping smiled lightly: "It's okay, anyway, it's all about 'If you don't carve a jade, you can't make a tool, if you don't learn, you don't know righteousness'." Remember it."

The little assistant understood: "Yes, Chairman."

Seeing the little assistant approaching, Yang Zekui's eyes widened suddenly: "What are you guys! Just treat me like this!"

Yang Anping, who sipped the tea in his cup, just smiled: "I am your father. Isn't that enough?"

"Hmm!" His mouth was suddenly covered, and at the same time as the only tiny gap in the car window in front of him was closed, Yang Zekui was punched hard in the stomach, causing his whole body to tremble with pain.

Instead, before his head was grabbed, he resisted desperately as before, trying to shake off the powerful hands that were pressing on him.

But the result is still exactly the same as every time before.

When they pushed his head into the water again and poured a lot of ice water into his nose and mouth, he burst into tears as he struggled instinctively.

Every time, at such a time, he doubted whether he was actually Yang Anping's own.

Even if it wasn't his own, the question of whether he had even the slightest feeling of father-son affection deeply hurt his heart.

If you really hated him, even if you just ask someone to finish him off, it would be better than torturing him endlessly now.

Anyway, mother has already left, so it's better to let him follow her back and follow her on the road together.

In this way, it is good to have a companion on the road to Huangquan.

Thinking of this, Yang Zekui restrained his instinct, stopped struggling, and let his body be poured with water, his consciousness became more and more blurred.

——"Hmm! Cough cough cough! Cough cough cough!"

In the end, his giving up was as unsuccessful as his futile struggle.

Weakness is in the face of strength, and sometimes even giving up resistance is a different kind of joke.

At that time, he heard Yang Anping laugh loudly: "Puff hahaha! Xiao Kui, you really look like your mother! Hahaha!"

"Don't mention my mother!" Yang Zekui exploded instantly, "Cough, cough, cough! Don't mention her! You don't deserve it!"