Quick Transmigration: After Villain Reaches Full Level

Hua Wu didn't know where Fu Yue got the money, although it wasn't much, it was enough.

Huawu only left living expenses, and bought books for the rest.

The teenage villain who failed to step into the road of criminal apocalypse was forced to return home with a book, like a large dog that was forcibly dragged home after failing to release the wind.

His sister, holding a knife, threatened him fiercely and ruthlessly:

Starting today, you will have to make up lessons every day. If you dare to run away without saying hello... I will kill you.

Fu Yue: ...

Fu Yue threw the book on the sofa, ignored Hua Wu, and went back to the bedroom.

Hua Wu took the junior high school textbook she had turned out and went to find Fu Yue.

Fu Yue sat on the ground with his back against the bed, the scarlet light was on and off, and the smoke lingered, blurring the outline of the boy.

Hua Wu frowned, went over to open the window, took away the things in Fu Yue's hands, and pressed them aside.

The cold wind poured in from the window, blowing Fu Yue's cheeks cold, and his hazy thoughts seemed to be a lot clearer.

He looked up at the girl standing beside him, a little impatient: You care too much.

Hua Wu hugged her arms, laughed, wrapped in the cold wind and fell to his ear: Then why did you call me today?

...

This answer, Huawu has already said before.

He wanted to struggle a little more, sending a final distress message.

Hua Wu bent over, propped on the edge of the bed, and met Fu Yue's dark eyes, Since you asked me for help, then I will save you.

Since you ask me for help, I will save you.

Fu Yue curled his fingertips slightly, and the skin that was a little stiff from the cold wind suddenly seemed to have fallen into a spark, dyed with scorching temperature.

I regret a little...

It's late. Huawu rudely pulled him up, turned on the light, and threw the textbook on him.

Fu Yue held the textbook, and the corner of his mouth couldn't help twitching. There's no need to give him the textbook for junior high school, right?

Fu Yue's room did not have a table suitable for study, so he was forced to go to Huawu's room.

Sitting in front of the table for three minutes, Fu Yue wanted to get up and leave.

Hua Wu expressionlessly pressed him back.

After the textbook under the incandescent lamp scrambled and scrawled the characters, Fu Yue resisted and said, With such a big thing happening today, are you still in the mood to teach?

I'm in the mood to teach you a lesson when the sky is falling. Hua Wu sneered, I can't hold back with a little thing, so you still want to be a judge?

Fu Yue: ...

I'm not in the mood... Fu Yue looked at the knife that was suddenly slapped beside him, he let go of the hand around his chest, picked up the pen on the table, and pulled the book to him.

The knowledge of junior high school is not difficult for Fu Yue, whose IQ is not low.

It depends on whether he wants to learn or not.

...

...

the next day.

Fu Yue was full of questions last night, and when he woke up, he felt that all kinds of numbers and words had climbed up on the ceiling.

He looked at the time, lay down for a few seconds, and stood up.

Fu Yue got dressed and was about to go out. The door to the bedroom opposite suddenly opened. The little girl, with her messy hair, looked at him quietly: What are you doing?

...Buy breakfast.

We have class today on Monday.

I know. Fu Yue was a little annoyed, and his voice was filled with impatience, I'm not your prisoner. She didn't block herself in the morning before.

Fu Yue left the house with a face full of impatience, strode downstairs, and headed for the bus stop in the distance against the cold wind in the morning.

There were already many people waiting for the morning shift in the foggy bus stop, and the dim light fell around them, pulling their figures extremely slender.

The bus came slowly from the fairly empty street, and people began to rush and get on the bus one after another.

The door gradually closed, and Fu Yue watched the bus disappear into the fog.

He turned around and walked back to the breakfast shop downstairs.

Baozi? What stuffing do you want?

What kind of stuffing does she like to eat?

Fu Yue recalled, but didn't remember, she didn't seem to be a picky eater... She also took money from him before to solve it.

Fu Yue bought it casually and carried it upstairs.

The bedroom door was half-open, and his sister was still wrapped in the quilt and didn't get up. From the door, only her hairy head could be seen.

Fu Yue was probably upset and kicked the door.

get up.

Hua Wu just wanted to lie down for a while, but she didn't sleep. She raised her head, You kick a few more times, and we can get a new door. Do you have any money?

The home is already very run down, many things are in near-end-of-life condition and will be retired if not used properly.

Fu Yue, who had no money, left the door and returned to the restaurant.

Hua Wu put on her clothes and went out and saw the breakfast on the table. She was a little surprised, but she quickly said vigilantly: Don't think that you bribed me, and I won't let you make up the class.

Fu Yue asked blankly, Do you want to eat?

Huawu: Eat.

Fu Yue inserted the straw into the soy milk and put it where she was sitting.

Hua Wu looked at him, pulled out the chair and sat down, This house's buns are not very fresh, the one next door is better...

Fu Yue looked at her badly.

It's good to eat.

You still pick!

Hua Wu is very aware of current affairs: But for the sake of my brother's purchase, I will barely finish it.

Fu Yue bit the straw and drank two mouthfuls of soy milk. He suddenly asked, Do you think I can change the status quo with good grades? How much can we change in such an environment?

This small space is like a cage.

I always thought I could break the cage and fly out.

But there is a bigger cage outside.

They are chicks born in the swamp, and their broken wings can only make them sink deeper and deeper and stay in the swamp forever.

Learn more knowledge, at least when you do bad things, you won't be caught so easily. It's better to be an unpopular talent with a high IQ than to be a stupid butcher?

?

Is this your reason for giving me make-up lessons?

What did you add!

Fu Yue felt that he shouldn't worry about himself, he should worry about his sister...

Do you hate them?

Who?

My father and your mother gave you such a growing environment, do you resent them?

Their reconstituted family is broken and broken.

The growing environment is very bad... Huawu also felt that such a working environment was very uncomfortable, but what could be done. But this is a foregone conclusion. What can resentment change? We can't look back on the life we've gone through, and we can't regret it. What we can change is only the future.

The little girl clenched her fist and raised her voice a few times: The future is in our hands!

...

Fu Yue looked at the firmness on the opposite girl's face, the corners of his lips curved slightly, and he laughed slowly.

Hua Wu frowned: What are you laughing at?

Where do you get so many life insights at such a young age?

Age doesn't mean anything. Hua Wu snorted, I'm a child prodigy!

...

Prodigy... I don't think you are human.

Fu Yue had such suspicions in his heart, but he didn't care, who was the person on the opposite side, what did it matter... Could it be worse than now?

After the child prodigy finished breakfast, he went back to his room to pack his schoolbag.

Fu Yue was speechless, but had to clear the table.