On the first day of school, teachers in various subjects were frightened to varying degrees without exception.

It’s okay to be calmer. At most, the class will be more carefully and seriously in the unprecedented order of the naughty students. There are a few more emotional ones, and even the voices of saying goodbye are choked after class.

Compared to consistently following the rules, it is always more precious to prodigal sons turn back.

Another teacher left the classroom with red eyes, and the students in Class 9 felt a little uncomfortable. This child in the "poor class" in a broad sense seems to have been used to being in the opposite direction of his family and teachers. Over time, rebellion has become a protective color that even they themselves do not realize. ƒ

And today, they were just a little more restrained because they were a little stimulated.

But the world seems to have undergone earth-shaking changes.

The old man who taught mathematics used to frown whenever he saw them.

Before leaving today, I stared at them gently for a long time and said extremely seriously - "Goodbye, classmates."

The annoying English teacher who usually always stated the content of the book step by step, seemed to not want to stay in Class 9 for a second, and quickly packed up his things and left when the bell rang after class.

Today, in the second half of the class, I was happily telling them stories and jokes in English.

The sharp malice in the past from outside suddenly became so soft, so soft that this group of young people who rarely receive praise was at a loss.

In the back row of Class 9, a mysterious area where pokers usually fly randomly regardless of class or get out of class, it is rare for a group of children who have a headache to stop running around in their spare time.

The title page of the book on the table was handwritten with various beautiful flower-shaped English words. This was the English name given to each of them in class just now, and it was written by the English teacher in their English books.

Without wanting to dirty the original text, Yan Zhiyang specially found the draft paper to draw it. After drawing it several times, he was not very skilled in how to write it. After putting down the pen, he felt that he seemed very naive like this. He pretended to be calm and looked around, and found that the few classmates next to him were also pretending to be chanting their new names silently.

He felt a little embarrassed.

But this feeling.

It seems to be pretty good again.

*******

Mu Xiang thought about it and found that No. 12 Middle School was not as terrifying as Qiao Nan had scared her before.

Speaking of which, Qiao Nan really likes to exaggerate. It was like this before. He rarely talked to his family. Mu Xiang thought that their relationship was so cold, but it turned out that it was similar to her family. Qiao Nan's stepmother even got up early and made a table of breakfast for her to eat.

Later, I told her that Class 9 had a tense relationship with the teacher and the class was chaotic, and maybe someone would play cards and fight in class. Mu Xiang didn't see him! The teachers' teaching level was indeed a little worse, but their personalities were very kind. Apart from the poor grades, the students around him did not see anything particularly out of the ordinary.

Almost cheated to death.

Mu Jing felt a little helpless. After all, she did not adulterate with Qiao Nan at all when explaining her own life and learning situation. Qiao Nan teased her like this, which was likely to lead her to make wrong judgments at critical moments.

She felt that she should have a good talk with Qiao Nan, but the other party had no intention of guilt at all. After hearing her complaint, she asked with confidence: "Are you hysteria?"

Mu Xiang thought that he had to argue with reason, but after saying a few words, he heard Qiao Nan's irritable swearing words from the other side of the listener. Then the other party quickly said, "I'll talk about me later," and ended the conversation that could not be truly started.

Mu Xiangyao had no choice but to give up, bid farewell to a group of classmates whom he met, and boarded the bus home. During this period, he once again demonstrated the excellent character of the three good students and gave up a seat to a passenger.

When he returned to Qiao Nan's house, Qiao Nan's stepmother Luo Meisheng was sitting on the sofa in the living room to answer the phone. When he saw her, he stood up. He was so nervous that he was as if he was meeting with a leader.

"Okay, I understand. You can go on a journey tonight, please be safe." She hurriedly ended the call, walked around the coffee table, stopped again a few steps away, looking like she wanted to get close but didn't dare to get close, "Are you back?"

Mu Xiang was still deeply trapped in doubts about whether he was deceived by Qiao Nan. He didn't know what attitude he should use for a moment, so he could only nod at her: "Yes."

But Luo Meisheng was already overjoyed enough. She rubbed her hands nervously, stepped forward a little and then stepped away, staring at the schoolbag that her stepson was holding in her hand, and the gods stopped.

Mu Xiangya guessed her intention, hesitated for a moment, and handed over the schoolbag in her hand.

Luo Meisheng showed a particularly surprised and touching look. Then he carefully held it in his arms and looked around, as if he wanted to find an altar to put it on. It was not until Mu Xiangyao went upstairs that she struggled out of this excitement and chased to the stairs: "By the way, Nan Nan, your father and your brother have returned to China. Now in City B, he said that he had finished his work and could rush home tonight."

Mu Xiangya was stunned when he heard this, thinking that Qiao Nan, a liar, was indeed a lie. He might not meet his father and brother many times a year?

At this point, she was not sure how accurate the other party had told him about his father and elder brother's personality, so she could only nod, think about it, and call Luo Meisheng again.

"That--" The question of title is the most difficult to grasp. It is definitely impossible to call a mother, and it is not necessarily clear to call an aunt. Mu Xiangyao could only choose this title that seemed a bit rude to her.

However, Luo Meisheng didn't seem to think there was anything wrong with it, but on the contrary, he was very earnest: "What's wrong?"

Mu Xiangxiang recalled the breakfast that she only ate a few bites this morning, and the rest of the breakfast that she was almost destined to be wasted. She was unacceptable to the thrifty attitude she had developed in a poor environment since she was a child. She shook her head and looked calm: "...It's nothing, don't buy so much breakfast in the future."

*******

On the other side, Qiao Nan, who hung up the phone, was standing at the school gate, holding his helmet and looking into the distance.

Under a banyan tree not far from Yingcheng Gate, a motorcycle with a very eye-catching appearance was parked. The dark black paint was so exquisite that it could almost reflect the brilliance of the setting sun, which was very pleasing to the eye - it would be even better if there was no more square and smart next to it.

Seeing the other person swaying around his car with his head down, Qiao Nan narrowed his eyes a little annoyed. Speaking of which, he rarely hates any irrelevant people, especially the other person is a girl, but for some reason, he is smart and patient.

Didn’t that scare her enough in the morning? I heard from the people in the class that they were taken to Fengji’s office for a while. What else do you want to do now? Are you asking for trouble?

Qiao Nan was not afraid at all. He clamped his helmet into his elbow, swung the key in his hand, and directly greeted him with a cold face: "Hey."

Unexpectedly, in his voice, Fang Lingli, who was lowering her head opposite, was shocked as if she was stung by a bee.

Qiao Nan saw her expression was both unexpected and panic, and she was so complicated that she frowned even more: "What do you want to do?"

Fang Lingli was still stunned, her fingers tightly tucked from behind, and her eyes fell on the delicate and violent face of the girl in front of her. After pausing for a moment, she turned to the unrestrained standing posture of the other party holding the huge helmet.

Qiao Nan waited impatiently for a while. When she thought she would say something, Fang Lingli suddenly turned around and ran away.

He ran very fast, and disappeared at the corner of the school gate in a blink of an eye.

Qiao Nan: “…………………”

Problem.

He analyzed for a while but couldn't find anything, thinking that Fang Lingli wouldn't tamper with his car, right? So he checked around the car vigilantly, but couldn't see anything wrong on the outside.

Qiao Nan was still worried, but he couldn't find the problem no matter what, and he became even more irritable for a while.

When he raised his legs and stepped onto the car body, his mind was filled with irritability paused for a moment, remembering the call he had just thought of. The other party also said a lot of strange things, but because he was too annoyed to see Fang Lingli, he couldn't hear it clearly.

The content seemed to be asking himself to lie or something. Qiao Nan was puzzled when he lied to others.

He recalled it hard, and finally vaguely remembered a few key points.

It seems that Luo Meisheng went to buy breakfast in the morning. The atmosphere in Class 9 was very harmonious. Yan Zhiyang and others loved learning and respected the teacher...?

A few of his friends who wanted to turn into monkeys and said that the teacher was good. Qiao Nan quickly shook his head and shook his mind away the thoughts that made him numb.

It's over, the Twelve Middle School is indeed a big dyeing vat. Mu Xiangyao had just entered for a long time and his spirits were getting abnormal.

*******

The dark black business car cut through the dark twilight of City A and drove into the gate of a community.

In the car, two men, one old and one young, were typing on the computer keyboard in the back seat for a while. After being shaken by the lights of the security booth, the younger one turned his head and looked out the window.

"Dad." Then a little nervousness passed through the calm and handsome face very briefly, "It's time to get home."

"Ah?" His father immediately stopped working, raised his hand and looked at his watch. The assistant of the co-pilot reminded him very considerately, "Dr. Qiao, it's 15:00 a.m.."

The middle-aged man sighed: "It's so late."

The father and son got out of the car and took their assistant into the elevator from the parking garage. During the period, they were speechless. The two similar faces were tense and the assistant next to them was so scared that they were silent.

The warm lights and the woman's concern for her are coming from the door. The first words of the middle-aged man after entering the house were: "Where is Nannan?"

Luo Meisheng looked at her husband's eyes and blamed her: "You are back too late, he will have class tomorrow and will go to bed long ago."

Qiao's father showed a disappointed expression, but soon recovered his energy and pulled his wife to ask about his younger son's recent situation. The eldest son beside him could not see any abnormality, but just calmly changed his shoes and took off his clothes. The cold expression on his face made the assistant more cautious.

He has worked for Chairman Qiao for nearly eight years, and he has almost watched the eldest young master grow up. To this day, Qiao Rui, the eldest son of the Qiao family, has become famous in the industry. The other party's ruthless methods in the shopping mall are just as talked about as his appearance and family background.

Speaking of family background, we have to mention Qiao Nan, another little master of the Qiao family.

The assistant has been with the father and son for so many years, but still doesn't know much about the young master. He can only know from a few short meetings that the other party has a bad temper and is in a similar relationship with his family.

Qiao's father occasionally talks about his youngest son outside. Although he doesn't say much, he can still vaguely hear the father-son family affection.

As for the eldest young master Qiao Rui...

The assistant glanced at the other party's cold face as usual and couldn't help but shrink his chin.

The members of the big family are busy all day long just fighting for wealth and inheritance. He has never seen the Qiao brothers contact each other for so many years, and they never met each other without falling or beating each other. In short, he can guess a little bit of things about rich people without saying anything.

Qiao's father had already talked to his wife about Qiao Nan's daily life. When he learned that his youngest son had been staying in the study to do his homework before going to bed today, his old face was full of relief.

Qiao Rui changed his shoes, but did not leave them in the living room for much. He just said lightly that he would go to take a shower and sleep by himself, and left everyone behind and slowly went upstairs.

Before leaving, the assistant couldn't help but look at the driver. Both of them obviously believed that Qiao Rui was in a bad mood, probably because his father was angry because he paid too much attention to his younger brother.

On the second floor, Mu Xiangxiang smelled a refreshing water vapor in her shallow sleep. She opened her eyes drowsyly and saw someone squatting beside the bed in the darkness.

In the past, when she was at the Mu family, her parents would occasionally enter the room, so she was not scared, but just looked at the other person half-dream and half-awake.

The face is clearly outlined, and the eyebrows and eyes are vaguely similar to... Qiao Nan?

Mu Xiang thought about who he was, and was confused and felt that he should say hello, so he rubbed his pillow and opened his eyes with great difficulty: "Brother..."

The next second my eyes were blindfolded.

The big hands blocked the light outside, gently pushed her forehead away and stroked her head, and touched her very slowly twice.

The soft voice trembled slightly.
Chapter completed!