dissatisfied [campus]

"Jiang Jianzhong, who told you to let Jiang Yu go out without authorization?"

Seeing Rong Xiaoying's frantic appearance, Jiang Jianzhong complained endlessly.

"My wife, while Dabao is not at home, let me analyze the current situation with you," Jiang Jianzhong persuaded earnestly, "Actually, I think studying literature is also very good. Our son is so good, no matter what he studies. -"

Before the words fell, Rong Xiaoying interrupted sharply: "Then can the theory of literature be the same?"

Jiang Jianzhong had no choice: "Then what do you want?"

"I don't care, you go tell the teacher at the school to let Jiang Yi take the exam again!"

"Do you really think that Qixian No. 10,000 Middle School is run by our family?" Jiang Jianzhong couldn't help but raise his voice, "It's not like you don't know how much effort it took to get into Qixian No. [-] Middle School. Not to mention [-]+, I still begged my grandpa to sue my grandma to find connections—"

"What? You're worthless, why don't you justify yourself?" Rong Xiaoying criticized mercilessly, "Look at your elder brother, and then at you! You don't feel ashamed every day!"

It's not a day or two since Rong Xiaoying disliked Jiang Jianzhong. In her eyes, Jiang Jianzhong has always been a "worthless wimp". Jiang Jianzhong, who has been a "wipe" for more than ten years, once tried to resist, but in the end, things changed. worse.

Everything is always like this, if you don't break out in silence, you will die in silence.

Knowing Rong Xiaoying's character, Jiang Jianzhong held back the anger in his heart, and he said softly first: "Besides, isn't there another chance to adjust the arts and sciences in the next semester of the second year of high school? It won't be too late for my son to transfer." That's not the priority right now—"

"Xu Dong's son is coming to live with us!" Jiang Jianzhong analyzed to her, "If this child is taken care of, what do you want in the future? Then we won't have to be angry with my elder brother anymore!"

Jiang Jianzhong had already told her about this matter just now, the son of the director of the company...Rong Xiaoying is not a person who doesn't know the importance, and she also knows how important what Jiang Jianzhong said is.

Rong Xiaoying's face softened a little: "When will that child come?"

"Tomorrow afternoon."

The party came to an end, and many people left slowly. Xu Ji stared at Jiang Yi, who was lying on the table doing the questions, and Shi Yi, who was sleeping on the sofa, one head and two big.

"Hey," Xu Ji patted Jiang Yu's shoulder, "How are you going? Do I need to take you home?"

"Go home?" Jiang Yu didn't react for a while, he stayed for a few seconds, looked at Xu Ji and said seriously, "I can't go home! Ms. Rong will die of anger when she sees me like this!"

Xu Ji raised his eyebrows: "Who is Ms. Rong?"

Jiang Yu chuckled: "Fascist."

Xu Ji: "..."

Hearing this tone, Xu Ji could probably infer that the 'Ms. Rong' Jiang Yu was talking about should be an elder in his family.

Xu Ji hooked the corners of his mouth and deliberately teased him: "Aren't you? How old are you? Are you afraid of being quarreled at home?"

"Come here if you have the ability!" Jiang Yu snorted disdainfully, and muttered with his mouth curled up, "Ms. Rong can't kill you!"

Xu Ji: "..."

Drinking makes your brain stupid?

Seeing that Xu Ji didn't answer, Jiang Yu snorted lightly, with a somewhat smug expression on his face.

Suddenly, Jiang Yu got up and stood on the stool. Holding the ballpoint pen in one hand, he made a pose like the Statue of Liberty, and shouted: "Come on—! Down with fascism—! March toward independence and freedom—!"

Xu Ji, who was caught off guard, didn't stop him for a moment, and the people around him immediately looked at Jiang Yu——

"Damn it, is Jiang Yu crazy?"

"Brother, did you drink too much?"

"Hahaha, I laughed so hard, take a picture!"

......

Xu Ji hastily stretched out his hand and tugged at Jiang Yi's sleeve, but the paper man fell backwards following his strength as if he had no bones. The stool and the ground made harsh noises. stand firm.

The person in his arms fluttered lightly, rubbing against Xu Ji's shoulders and neck like a puppy.

The author has something to say: the countdown to cohabitation...all fairies, the March [-] Goddess Festival is coming to an end, eat and drink!