Quick wear: The male supporting actor ran away with a bucket

It's been a long time since what happened more than ten years ago. It's basically impossible to find evidence. We can only try to figure it out slowly and get rid of the predicament at hand first.

Tu Yufan started working in his old business to make money. He spent all day in his study. Fortunately, there was a computer in the study. Ming Xizhi had been studying at home because of the summer vacation, and he also shared the task of cooking.

Tu Yufan was still eating when a violent knock on the door rang out. Ming Xizhi was so frightened that he almost lost his chopsticks.

Tu Yufan took a few bites and was about to stand up and open the door.

This place is an old community with poor sound insulation. The original owner's house in the city center has long been auctioned off to pay off debts. Fortunately, this house is a small property and cannot be mortgaged, otherwise the original owner would have to live under the overpass.

"Ming Yufan, I know you are here, open the door for me!!"

A rough voice exploded.

Tu Yufan put down his bowls and chopsticks and calmly said to Ming Xizhi: "Go to your room first."

Tu Yufan remembered that in the original plot, debt collectors came over. The original owner's house was smashed up and the original owner was slightly injured. These people detained him for a few days and continued to harass the original owner after they came out.

Later, when Ming Xizhi started school, his grades plummeted, and he didn't improve until the second semester of his senior year. Although he still got admitted to a good university, he could have been admitted to a better school.

"dad."

"Stop being so nagging, go to the room. No matter what happens, don't come out."

Ming Xizhi looked at Tu Yufan worriedly, and finally saw the impatience in his eyes before slowly returning to the room.

Tu Yufan thought about letting him learn some martial arts, otherwise he would always look meek and timid, which would look strange.

Before Tu Yufan could open the door, the wooden door was kicked open.

Four or five people soon poured in, making the room of several tens of square meters very crowded.

The big man at the front was still holding an iron rod, and he only had a scar on his face.

Tu Yufan was holding the bowl. When he saw them all coming in, he didn't open the door and picked up another chopstick dish.

Seeing Tu Yufan's nonchalant look, the iron man smashed the table angrily.

The old wooden table suddenly cracked.

Tu Yufan: "..."

There were only so many junks in the house, and two of them were smashed as soon as they came.

Tu Yufan put down the bowl and chopsticks, grabbed the other person's neck and threw him to the ground.

With a plop, the 180-pound man was lifted up with one hand and smashed to pieces. Everyone who had just been so fierce suddenly fell silent.

"Talk."

Tu Yufan picked up the iron rod casually, put his hands together easily, and quickly bent the iron rod to ninety degrees.

The others' faces were all blue and they all sat down obediently.

"I made some money recently, so I can pay back part of it." Tu Yufan used his mobile phone to transfer 100,000 to the creditor's account.

"The remaining part will be repaid every month, and it should be repaid in about a year. I hope I won't have to deal with what happened today."

"..."

"no?"

"Row!!"

The iron stick man got up instantly and said embarrassedly: "Sorry to bother you."

He was about to leave with his younger brother, but Tu Yufan smashed the remains of the table in front of him and said coldly: "Did I let you go?"

"!! Bro, is there anything else you can do?"

"You broke something and want to leave?"

The man with the iron stick looked at the wooden door. This wooden door must be a bit old, otherwise it would really be impossible to make a hole, and the exposed wood could be seen as rotten wood at a glance.

"You stay here first and leave when you restore things."

Tu Yufan pinched the iron rod man's wrist and pulled hard. The man had already fallen hard, but now it was even worse.

"Brother, please tell me if you have anything to say, and we'll send someone to fix it right away." He said with a grin on his face.

In the end, Tu Yufan detained the iron rod man until they changed to a security door and table.

These two pieces of furniture instantly raise the level of the entire house.

After the iron man left, he received a call from his boss.

"You guys are quite good. The other party said that he has received part of the money. It would be great if he could pay it back within a year. If you continue to follow up, he will give it to you."

The iron man showed his bitter face, touched his red and swollen face, and could only vaguely agree.

...

Life was on the right track, and Tu Yufan didn't care much about Ming Xizhi. After all, the second male lead in the original plot didn't grow crooked in this environment, so Tu Yufan didn't need to worry too much.

Sometimes Tu Yufan would go out and have something to do, so he would just give him money and arrange it on his own.

Without his adoptive mother's endless scoldings and endless things to do, Ming Xizhi suddenly felt a lot more enlightened.

After the summer vacation, Ming Xizhi returned to his original school, but this time someone looked at him slightly strangely.

He sat down calmly and wrote the new name in the new textbook.

"Damn it, did you really hug me by mistake and change your name?"

My deskmate asked in surprise.

Ming Xizhi frowned: "How do you know?"

"As Li Zhi said, he didn't mean that his family was demolished and divided into millions and several houses, and now it's been miserable." The classmate said with a bit of disdain. Now everyone is quite innocent and has no concept of money.

"Because all the people in that village were demolished, I was thinking that you would also be a rich second generation in the future, but Li Zhi said that you had the wrong one, and the two families had already exchanged it."

Ming Xizhi felt a little uncomfortable in his heart. His adoptive parents didn't like him, and so did his relatives. Before they recognized him, Li Zhi was his cousin. He didn't expect that he would publicize this matter as a joke.

The deskmate said cautiously: "He also said that your real mother died long ago and your father owed a lot of money. Are you okay now?"

Not far away, Li Zhi looked at him secretly. In the past, Ming Xizhi had good grades in school. At every family gathering, Li Zhi was used as a comparison. His parents were very dissatisfied with him, saying that he spent so much money on tutoring. , it had no effect, and even went to the training institution to cause trouble, which made Li Zhi very embarrassed.

Now that Ming Xizhi has gone to a poorer family, he is somewhat gloating about his misfortune, and he publicizes it as soon as he arrives at school.

"I'm fine, that's the truth."

Ming Xizhi thought of the several thousand dollars in his schoolbag. Tu Yufan said that it was for him to pay for this month's living expenses, if this could be considered a poor life.

It seems pretty good.

Seeing that his expression was normal, his deskmate said nothing.

After class, Ming Xizhi was about to go to the cafeteria to eat, when suddenly a person stood in front of him.

"Classmate, last time you helped me with tutoring, I'll treat you to a meal."

Ming Xizhi raised his eyes and saw the monitor standing in front of him, her eyes looking at him with sympathy.

After a brief thought, I realized that it was because of what Li Zhi was hyping up today. He probably thought that he couldn't even eat.

Li Zhi looked at Ming Xizhi jealously. He didn't expect that someone would be willing to help him even though he was like this.

If Tu Yufan were here, he would know that this girl is the heroine.

In the original plot, Ming Xiji was in financial distress. The original owner couldn't get the money out at all, and debt collectors often came to harass them. The heroine's help was like a ray of light, which suddenly softened his heart.

"No thanks."

Ming Xizhi said lightly, and the heroine looked embarrassed.