[Transmigration Book] His white moonlight became an assist

"Why did you have a car accident that day? Where are you going?"

"The car next to me is out of control." Qi Chi answered lightly.

Cheng Yourang looked at him, feeling a little nervous for no reason: "Do you think this has anything to do with me?"

"It's a little bit," Qi Chi thought for a while, "You have lost a lot. If you take that money to buy insurance, you won't have to go to work tomorrow."

Cheng Yourang didn't want to talk to him at this time, and asked, "Don't you doubt why I think something will happen to you?"

"The police have investigated it clearly. It was indeed an accident. It was my bad luck. What does it have to do with you?"

"You believe me?"

"I said that I would trust you," Qi Chi smiled, "and you really helped us a lot this time. We almost lost hundreds of millions."

Cheng Yourang lowered his head, it was rare for him not to be proud of himself: "Actually, I didn't help much, it's my teacher who is very good."

Qi Chi looked at his face quietly, his eyebrows stretched.

"You are also much better than I thought."

Cheng Yourang looked up at him, and said in disbelief, "You always think I'm good?"

Qi Chi, who didn't know what this person's brain was, was laughed angrily by him: "No, I should say that you are better than most people."

"Why do you think highly of me today?" Cheng Yourang looked at him strangely, "Because I saved your family several hundred million?"

Qi Chi just wanted to answer, but before he could say it, he answered it himself.

"That's right, such a large sum of money was almost wiped out by you fools, and it had to be me."

Qi Chi: "..."

"You're only modest for three seconds, aren't you?"

The corner of Cheng Yourang's mouth twitched: "I can't let it be because of my own merits."

After sitting for a while, Xiao He came back.He was also carrying an insulated lunch box in his hand, and he was a little excited to see Cheng Yourang.

"Brother, this friend is the one who was waiting at the door on the day of your operation."

Qi Chi raised his eyes and glanced at Cheng Yourang: "I know."

Cheng Yourang, who was sentenced by him on the spot, had a cracked expression and almost picked out three rooms and one living room on the spot: "I thought you came to find me, and then something happened."

Qi Chi asked with a smile: "Then are you responsible?"

"Are you looking for me?"

"Yeah, I was...can't wait to see you."

"I..." Cheng Yourang felt that he was sick, and it was hard to tell because his subordinates were present, so he hesitated for a long time, "I'm leaving first, and I'll see you next time."

After speaking, he picked up the thermos bucket he had brought and ran away without hearing the conversation between the two people behind.

"Brother, have you eaten?"

"Well, chicken soup to drink."

"But the needle in your hand hasn't been pulled out yet, how do you eat?"

"Who said you have to do it yourself to eat?"

Xiao He, who was forced to watch a game whether he should be responsible or not, had a cracked expression, and hugged the insulated lunch box tightly: "Then you are full, and I will eat this."

"Well, the chicken soup is very sweet."

......

The teacher is still looking for evidence of financial fraud by the big manufacturing company, but Cheng Yourang withdrew from it, hoping that the teacher would not mention his name.

His idea is actually very simple, his purpose is just to stop this cooperation, and he doesn't want to have a "name stay with a thousand history".

Although he still couldn't protect Qi Chi, at least he reduced their losses, and he didn't seem to be hurt as badly as he wrote in his book.

In any case, he has basically achieved his goal.As for the future, if he wants, he can continue to help Qi Chi resolve all kinds of dangers he will encounter in the future.

I just hope that he can be a good person, otherwise it will be a headache for him.

It's a vacation now. There are not many people in the school. When passing by the library, someone happened to come out, saw him, and stopped.

He pretended not to notice, lowered his head and speeded up silently.

"Cheng Yourang."

Hearing someone calling him, Cheng Yourang stopped in his tracks, and reluctantly looked over: "Zhang Jing."

Zhang Jing is the square-frame glasses, and he found it when he checked his phone when he went back.Moreover, the two of them are still in the same class, which was not uncommon during the exams a while ago.

But I'm not familiar enough to stop to say hello.

At least judging from the last intersection, the relationship between the two should not be very good.

Zhang Jing was carrying a schoolbag and wearing a long slim down jacket, and asked him, "Why did you come to school?"

"I have something to do." As if he was afraid that he would not be able to explain if he asked, Cheng Yourang added, "The teacher asked me to come."

Zhang Jing should also know that he would not ask himself why he was at school, so he patted him on the shoulder naturally with one hand: "Are you leaving, why don't you go have a meal together, in the school cafeteria? Are you sure?" I haven't eaten for a long time."

Cheng Yourang couldn't adapt to his sudden enthusiasm, and hid a little: "No, I'll go back and eat."

The smile on Zhang Jing's face stopped: "Didn't we often eat together before? What do you mean?"

Cheng Yourang doesn't know what happened before, he only knows that now he doesn't like this person approaching him: "It means rejection. Do you really think it's necessary for us to eat together?"

Enraged by this sentence, Zhang Jing growled, "Cheng Yourang! Do we have to be so stiff?"

"I don't know when we're good?"

Zhang Jing glared: "Do you have to separate yourself from me like this?"

"Please be sober, I am the homosexual you look down on, what do you have to be proud of having a relationship with me?"

Cheng Yourang didn't write any extra love history for the protagonist Shou, so it's impossible for them to have a good time.Moreover, Zhang Jing's attitude towards homosexuality made Cheng Yourang believe that the protagonist Shou could not have a good impression of him.

"That's really not true," Zhang Jingyin smiled, and suddenly grabbed his wrist again: "I just invited you to dinner, and I probably won't see you again in the future. Isn't it okay to say goodbye at the end?"

Noticing Nan's emotional extremes, Cheng Yourang looked at him puzzled: "Is it necessary?"

"Let's go, Three Canteens."

The two went to the cafeteria. When the aunt asked him what dish he wanted, Zhang Jing answered for him first: "Bring him a portion of boiled fish and a cauliflower."

Cheng Yourang paid the money with a blank expression, and sat down at random.

"You used to like to eat this dish the most."

Zhang Jing said suddenly.

Cheng Yourang's heart was not touched at all, and he said coldly, "Really?"

"Are you going to play amnesia for me?"

Cheng Yourang lowered his head to eat, too lazy to answer.

Now it's not a matter of whether he plays with amnesia or not, it's that he has never experienced that period in school.

"Are you going to work directly? Why don't you try to get a chance to be a graduate student?"

Cheng Yourang: "I don't want to."

He does not have the spirit of dedicating his limited life to infinite research, nor does he have the strength. Finding a job early is the best choice.

When Zhang Jing heard this, he became angry again: "Didn't you say before that you still want to study further?"

"Can't you change your mind?"

"Is it because of your family..." Zhang Jing didn't know what to think of, his expression was in a daze for a moment, and he said in a daze, "If you have difficulties, I can..."

"Zhang Jing!"

Cheng Yourang opened his mouth to interrupt him, as if he didn't want him to continue talking.

Zhang Jing was not happy to be interrupted by him: "Everyone knows what's going on in your family, what can't you say? How old is your grandma, can she still earn tuition for you?"

Cheng Yourang glared at him, probably because the kind of eyes that wanted to kill someone alone couldn't be hidden.

"Then what do you want to say? If I want to continue my studies, can you pay for my tuition?"

"I'll help you find a way!"

"It's almost enough. Don't make mistakes with me if you are full of sympathy. Why do I have nothing to do with you? Are you interesting? Does pity me make you look noble?"

"I thought you still had a little original intention," Zhang Jing laughed at himself, his eyes turned cold, "I was blind."

Cheng Yourang hated his look as if the two of them had some good memories before and knew each other very well: "Then please open your eyes a little bit, and see clearly who needs your pity and who doesn't want to see at all." you!"

"Are you so inferior and sensitive? Hate everyone who tries to help you?" Zhang Yi continued to sarcastically, "Then you keep going out to find men because your heart is empty?"

Cheng Yourang dropped his chopsticks directly: "Are you amazing? It's not your turn to comment on my life."

Zhang Yi handed him a new pair of chopsticks from the table, but his tone was calm: "Such a big rage, did you talk about your pain?"

Cheng Yourang didn't answer, stood up and left with the plate.

The wind is blowing under your feet, and you are all angry.

He couldn't figure out whether there was something wrong with the novel he wrote or something wrong with the people in it. Why were one or two of them the same as those who escaped from the mental hospital?