Dressed as the villain's natal true love

There is a flag-raising ceremony at the school today, and the principal has to speak a few words on stage, so he arrived early.

Principal Zhou smiled at him: "Don't worry, leave this matter to us, and the trouble has reached the school gate. We must deal with it seriously. Now is the right time, young master Xie, let's go have breakfast together."

Xie Changshu waved his hand: "I'm already full."

"Then go to the office for a while? It just so happens that the work summary of this month's school rectification will be handed over to Mr. Xie."

"Go and find Mr. Xie."

The principal smiled kindly: "Mr. Xie said that he can't take care of that much. If you have important matters, you can talk to him. It's the same to tell you and him about less important things. It just so happens that the young master is here."

His father is taking revenge on him!

Xie Changshu ruthlessly refused: "I am underage, are you sure Mr. Xie wants to hire child labor?"

The principal was frightened, "But you are not Mr. Xie's..."

"Will you be paid?"

The headmaster wiped his sweat and said, "Then I'd better contact Mr. Xie first."

Turning around and seeing Yu Xiao next to Xie Changshu, he immediately remembered the time, and pretended to be angry with a straight face: "I have already finished half of my studies, and my classmates are still going to class. Be careful not to deduct class marks."

Xie Changshu nodded to the principal, entered the school with Yu Xiao, and went to his own school from the playground.

For the whole day, Xie Changshu was in disillusionment.

He woke up from the excitement in the morning, and belatedly realized that he had detained the hero Ling Feng, the center of the world of the original work, in order to vent his anger in the morning!

At night, Xie Changshu dragged two huge durians from the outside to the living room, and threw them in front of his father with a bang, almost knocking his father's notebook to the ground.

He stood upright by the bed, and said resolutely, "Dad, if you don't send me abroad, I won't get up on my knees today."

The two durians on the ground were smelling, Xie Fu held his forehead: "Convulsion again?"

"Dad—anyway, the school has been contacted, I just need a plane ticket!"

It must be because this month has been too moist, Xie's father not only gained a lot of weight, but also became rosy.

He was still calm today, slowly pressed down his notebook, and said: "You are alone, and you can't say three English words in a sentence. How can you live outside? Do you think that foreign countries are so good, and you can spend three days without your mother's cooking?" You have to cry and cry to come back. Don’t think that I don’t know with your temper. Everything is new and no one keeps it. When you hang out with those people, you don’t know what to get involved in. It’s a good thing to seek knowledge, but it’s not your fooling around There is an excuse for everything. There must be a reason for everything, what is your reason this time?"

Xie Changshu was overwhelmed by his father's rare caring care. He didn't really want to go abroad.

Because about two years later, the family company will encounter a disaster. If he is not at home, it will be difficult for his parents to prevent it.

In the original book, Xie's father and mother lost their lives in this disaster.

He originally planned to go out and hide for a year, and then come back when the people in the original book faded into a parallel line.

But what if?

Wen Xu was fanned to Xingcheng's private high school by his own butterfly wings, and his connection with his parents became closer. Who knows when that hurricane will appear.

He can't tolerate another accident in his family.

Xie Changshu was depressed: "Forget it, Dad, I'll think about it more carefully."

He dragged the durian away.

Father Xie glared at him, and said majesticly: "While your mother is taking a bath, hurry up and call Xiaoer out."

Xie's mother hates durian the most, but Xie Changshu inherited it from his father, so it's the best one.

Yu Xiao's taste also varied with Xie Chang.

And Xie's mother took a bath for an hour at every turn.

Xie Changshu regained his energy, "Okay, Xiaoer!! Help me open the window."

They destroyed the corpses in time, and there was no war at home.

At night, Yu Xiao sneaked into Xie Changshu's room.

Xie Changshu was prostrate on the desk, concentrating on writing and drawing.

Seeing Yu Xiao coming in, he casually greeted, "Xiao'er, have you finished your homework?"

"Ah."

"Come and sit."

Xie Changshu's leather chair is very big, like a small sofa, and he can barely lie down when he is tired from sitting.

He moved aside.

Yu Xiao took the opportunity to sit down.

Xie Changshu pinched his chin with one hand and recorded the information in his head with the other, his brows were kept tightly locked.

Seeing Yu Xiao, he turned behind him and massaged his temples.

Xie Changshu snorted comfortably, then squeezed Yu Xiao's hand suddenly, and smiled wryly: "If you press it again, I will fall asleep comfortably. Come and sit down first, and I will show you something."

Yu Xiao sat next to Xie Changshu, Xie Changshu pushed the notebook between the two, tapped the eyebrow with the tip of the pen and said, "I remembered the name of that villain."

Two eye-catching words are written on the header with a big red marker.

Li Xiao!

Yu Xiao's pupils trembled violently, subconsciously grasped the rosary on his left wrist, and took a few seconds to calm down, and said, "Li Xiao?"

My heart stopped beating when I said the name, as if someone else was speaking.

"Well, his name is Li Xiao." Then he pointed to Li Xiao's appearance, personality, etc. listed under his name.

He explained to Yu Xiao while pointing: "The most notable features are the red mole and the peach blossom mark on the index finger. He should be a very narcissistic person, and he likes to show off his hands, especially the peach blossom birthmark. Secondly, he looks pretty ..."

He circled three words with a red pen: "Facial senses are cold, bloodthirsty... Do you know what bloodthirsty is?"

He is the worst in Chinese in the college entrance examination. Such abstract words are directly placed on people. For him, it is as difficult as giving him a seed to let him imagine a world.

Yu Xiao: "..."

Xie Changshu looked at him in a daze, thinking that he didn't know, scratched the paper, and continued: "It's okay, I don't really understand, look at this...crazy temperament," he scratched anxiously Thumb, "Absolutely! What kind of temperament is the temperament of crazy critics??"

It's useless to think about it! !

The author says:

Anonymous: Here I suggest going to a mental hospital to take a look. (no other intention)

Xiao'er: It's all right!