After I became the protagonist Bai Yueguang, I was in the Shura field [Transmigration Book]

Chu Yu frowned, almost jumped up from his seat, his eyes widened, "Is this old guy crazy! Hire me a tutor? Hire me? Is he dementia?"

Secretary General: "Mr. Chu said that he did it for your own good. It is impossible for the heirs of the Chu family not to know each other."

Chu Yu didn't listen to his nonsense, she was immersed in surprise, her face wrinkled into a ball.

What does this old thing want to do?

Crazy, give him a tutor?Does he need that kind of thing?

"For my own good?" Chu Yu repeated, with a sarcasm: "He has never cared about me until now, why are you pretending to be a nice guy now? Get crazy."

The secretary-general pretended to be deaf and dumb, "Come on, the summer vacation lasts for two months." He paused, "By the way, I have two more pieces of news here. You are not allowed to do anything to your tutor, and you are not allowed to skip class without reason."

Chu Yu, who was completely guessed: "..."

Can't do it?Can't skip class?The stinky old man has such beautiful ideas, who would listen to him.

Chu Yu said coldly: "Oh."

Secretary-General: "...Otherwise he will freeze all assets under your name. By the way, the driver has locked the door, so don't try to escape by jumping out of the window."

Just as he touched the car door, Chu Yu said, "..."

Damn it, old man.

It's actually so clear about him.

He sat back with a dark face, his internal organs seemed to be filled with a barrel full of sex, the fuse was lit and it was waiting to explode,

The Secretary-General completed the task and drove away from the barrel with the driver.

Chu Yu entered the door in a bad mood, and was just about to go upstairs when he caught a glimpse of a familiar figure on the sofa in the living room.

His eyes froze suddenly.

The person sitting on the leather sofa worth tens of millions in his house was the one who occupied the first place in the red list right away, and he was sitting at the same table like a mute.

Occasionally, Chu Yu turned around and walked towards him.

A black schoolbag slammed against Qiao Ying's side.

Chu Yu looked at him condescendingly, and asked, "Why are you at my house?"

Qiao Ying helped up her schoolbag, "Make up lessons."

Hearing that, Chu Yu heard that the lead wire in his body burned to the end, and the pot exploded with a bang.

"You make up for me? What for? How did I send you to the hospital? Get out, get out of my house now, I don't need a tutor."

Qiao Ying remained indifferent, opened the zipper of her schoolbag, and said to herself: "I bought two copies of summer homework, and there are papers from the teacher..."

In the middle of speaking, Chu Yu suddenly snatched the things in his hands, threw them aside fiercely, stared at him unkindly, and shouted: "I tell you to get out now! Who will allow you to touch my things? ah?!"

Qiao Ying stared at him without saying a word.

The air seemed to be filled with the smell of gunpowder smoke, and something was crackling and burning.

The servants all hid, leaving only Qiao Ying to accept the anger of their violent young master.

Chu Yu's eyebrows and eyes were extremely sharp, and he lowered the corners of his eyes to look over, his eyes were deep and his face was pitch black, like a wild wolf baring its fangs.

"I don't want to repeat it a third time, get out."

Qiao Ying shook her head: "No, I signed a contract with Mr. Chu, so I can't leave."

Chu Yu was so angry that he smiled back, his smile was naturally cold and cruel, "What do you mean, you must be sent to the hospital before you can leave?"

"..."

The servants who were hiding heard the loud noise from the living room, and suspected that their young master was beating someone.

A courageous male servant was worried, so he came out to take a look, intending to muster up the courage to persuade him, but suddenly found that something was not quite right.

There were indeed beatings in the living room, but the beating and the beating were completely different from what they had expected.

The glass coffee table was shattered, the antique vase was also shattered into pieces, debris was everywhere, and the sofa was displaced several meters.

In the chaos, Qiao Ying pressed Chu Yu to the ground, her face was not red, she was not panting, and her expression was cold——

"Mr. Chu said that he is solely responsible for the medical expenses."

Chu Yu had never been so ashamed in her life.

After being beaten into the hospital by a little boy, he was the one who provoked him first.

The red curly hair pulled the fruit basket over, and peeled the apples clumsily: "Boss, you said you, if you can't beat it, don't go. This is all right, the card is gone, and you have to be hospitalized."

Chu Yu glared at him, saw the dog-like apple in his hand, and his eyes clearly showed disgust, "Will I let him talk, okay? And what did you peel, it's so ugly , do not eat."

Curly Red: "..."

He can't even get out of bed, and he's so picky, he really is a young master.

The red curly hair looked down. The surface of the apple was pitted and ugly, so he simply took another one to pretend.

The door to the ward opened and closed.

From the corner of his eye, the red curly hair saw a pair of clean walking shoes, he looked up along the trouser legs, shook his hand, and dropped the knife and apple together.

He subconsciously stood up, tensed his body, and said loudly, "Hello!"

"..."

Chu Yu looked strange.

As for being afraid to say honorifics?Do you dare to have a little future? ? ?

Qiao Ying was carrying two schoolbags in her hands, and the red curly hair took them and put them away, and the dog legs smiled and walked out obediently.

"I remembered that the gas at home was not turned off, so I went back first."

After he finished speaking, he ran away and surrendered without hesitation in front of the evil forces.

Chu Yu: "..."

Wait, don't send the red curly hair here to stay for a few days, his surname is not Chu.

Qiao Ying packed up the rubbish made by the red curly hair, and sat down beside the bed, "Which subject do you want to make up today?"

Chu Yu didn't speak, and kept his eyes on him.

Unmoved, Qiao Ying turned out the math book and said coldly, "From now on."

As if he was about to start giving a lecture, Chu Yu couldn't hold back, and interrupted him with an unbelievable tone: "Do you have any conscience? You beat me to the hospital just now, and you're going to force me to attend lectures?"

Qiao Ying put down the book and reminded him, "You did it first."

Chu Yu: "..."

He turned over with difficulty, leaving the opponent with an angry back.

He is angry now.

... Hurry up and get out! ! !

Qiao Ying didn't force her, and after staying for a few minutes, she left with her schoolbag.

The sound of closing the door sounded, Chu Yu glanced back, and the person had already left.

Before he started to feel complacent, he caught a glimpse of a few things left on the table out of the corner of his eye.

A math notebook, a small note, and... a beautifully peeled apple.

Chu Yu stared at the apple with a complicated expression, took it over after a while, and took a bite.

Very sweet.

That's okay, don't be angry.

... He didn't forgive, he just didn't get angry today!

While biting, Chu Yu brought the other two things over.

With just one glance, his face turned green.

There is a line of words written on the note, beautiful is beautiful, but the content is really unlikable.

——Read the first page by heart, I'll be here at 02:30 in the afternoon.

Chu Yu opened the book, and on the cover were two large characters: Mathematics.

A blow to the head.

Chu Yu was so angry that he threw the half-eaten apple into the trash can and stared at the note viciously.

He was obsessed with ghosts just now, that's why he didn't think Qiao Ying was so annoying.

That little boy is a complete bastard!

He is really bewitched by ghosts!

As long as the summer vacation lasted, Chu Yu was forced to make up lessons for as long as possible.

He also went from swearing at each other at the beginning, to being forced to compromise, and then having to accept the reality.

After finally looking forward to the start of school, Chu Yu unconsciously showed a smile on his face, and heaved a sigh of relief.

The joy of relief came overwhelmingly, completely crushing another tiny emotion.

Chu Yu hadn't been happy for a few days, and Qiao Ying gave him another blow: he would continue to make up lessons for Chu Yu on Saturday and Sunday.

Chu Yu's breath was low for a whole week.

He told this to Curly Red, and the other party blinked and said doubtfully, "But the boss."

"Let the fart go."

"... How do I feel, you are not born at all."

Chu Yu taunted: "When did you become blind? If you are sick, go and treat it."

Curly Red: "..." But the boss is obviously not angry.

After finishing the red curly hair, Chu Yu couldn't help guessing for a moment in his heart, isn't he angry?How could it be possible, he hated that little boy so much, how could he not be angry.

The red curly must be blind.

Ok.

Chu Yu and Qiao Ying had been safe and sound for two months, but a new conflict broke out over the weekend.

The Chinese teacher assigns compositions every week. Qiao Ying frowned imperceptibly after finishing the composition that Chu Yu handed over.

Then he stretched out his hand, cut the composition paper out of the notebook, tore it up slowly in front of Chu Yu, and threw it into the trash can.

Chu Yu was furious: "What are you doing? Why are you tearing up my things?!"

Qiao Ying looked cold, and said: "'Excellent Composition Collection' page 37, the original title is my family of three."

Chu Yu: "..."

A trace of guilt flashed across his face, and his voice lowered: "I don't understand what you said..."

Qiao Ying: "Chu Yu, rewrite two articles."

Chu Yu was unwilling and guilty, so he had no choice but to hold a pen and start scratching his ears and cheeks with an annoyed expression on his face.

The theme of this week's composition is family.

Chu Yu always scoffed at this word.

The old man was absent from all his life trajectories, and Ms. Chu's life was full of gold and jade, but was full of ruins.

He never knew what home was.

How many secretary-generals have you changed?Time to hit the money on the card?A large villa with bright lights?

That's bullshit.

Chu Yu thought about things, and when he came back to his senses, he realized that it was evening, and it was time for Qiao Ying to leave.

And his composition text was empty, without writing a single word.

Qiao Ying glanced at his notebook and asked, "Why didn't you write it?"

Chu Yu threw away the pen, with gloom covering his brows, he said bluntly, "No."

"reason."

Chu Yu lazily leaned on the back of the chair, casually teasing, "There is a life, no one cares about it, orphans, I don't know how to write."

Qiao Ying was silent without saying a word.

Chu Yu was sitting in a sloppy posture, with the chair tilted up with both legs, and the wooden stick creaked under the weight, which was particularly ear-piercing in the empty room.

Chu Yu took the lead to change the subject, "I'm hungry, Teacher Xiao Qiao."

"go to eat."

Chu Yu: "It's pitiful for me to eat alone, and no one will accompany me."

Although this was said on purpose, it subconsciously acted like a coquettish grievance.

None of the two people present noticed it.

Qiao Ying looked away, "I want to go back."

Chu Yu's eyes lit up, a little excited, "Okay, then I just go back with you!"

Qiao Ying: "..." She made an inch of it.

"My family is small."

The big Buddha Chu Yu couldn't be tolerated.

The Buddha didn't have any self-knowledge, "I don't mind!"

"The food is not good either."

"I don't mind!"

"..."

No matter what Qiao Ying said, Chu Yu only had this one sentence, and he was determined to go back to have dinner with him.

Chu Yu didn't want to go at first, he was caught off guard when the idea came out, he just mentioned it casually, and after he was rejected, his desire to go really rose.

Qiao Ying couldn't.

On the way back, there was a little tail behind him.

Qiao Ying's family lived in the tube building.

The house was rented, and the landlord was an old lady. Qiao Ying asked someone to get an ID card, pretending that she was an adult, so the old lady rented the house to him.

Chu Yu had obviously never been to such a place.

The paths are criss-crossed, interspersed with various alleys, and what you see when you look up is not the blue sky, but the wires with seven rings and eight loops, and the clothesline pulled out from nowhere.

Chu Yu followed Qiao Ying on a shared bicycle, watching him skillfully avoid various obstacles, and finally stopped in front of an old tube building.

Qiao Ying parked the bicycle and signaled Chu Yu to follow him.

Chu Yu glanced at the building in front of him, with a suspicious tone: "This... is your house?"

He didn't speak, and Qiao Ying knew what his next sentence was.

How can people live in this kind of place.

Chu Yu: "How can people live in such a broken place? Who would live here?"

Qiao Ying walked into the corridor: "I, and many people."

Entering the rental house, Chu Yu frowned even tighter, scanning the things in the house with clear and distinct disgust in his eyes.

The house is too small, not as big as his room, the sofa is old and ugly, it is actually made of wood, the TV is about the size of a computer, the carpet has a hole, how can there be such a small window?sunroof...

Although it is clean and tidy, it is hard to hide the fact that the house is completely empty.

Qiao Ying put down her schoolbag, "Don't pick and choose, I didn't ask you to come."

Chu Yu was full of complaints, but was silenced by a single sentence, and sat down on the sofa resentfully.

"What shall we eat?" he asked.

Qiao Ying took out her apron: "Cooking, cooking."

The disbelief on Chu Yu's face became thicker, "Do it yourself???"

Qiao Ying had already entered the kitchen, and there was the sound of a kitchen knife falling on the cutting board.

Chu Yu got up, walked around the house, and finally walked to the window.

There was a layer of dust on the window glass, which looked very blurry. Only one side could be pushed open, and the other side was locked. There was a pot of small cactus on the small window frame.

Chu Yu stood there idly pulling out the thorn.

Suddenly a voice came from behind.

"what are you doing?"

Chu Yu was startled, and threw his hands forward, covering the cactus completely.

Qiao Ying: "..."

Chu Yu: "..."

Chu Yuqing took off her hand with a face, and the soft flesh of the palm was pierced with many small thorns, which was so dense that it hurt her heart.

And the cactus also successfully bald.

Qiao Ying turned around and left.

Chu Yu just thought he was angry, and ignored the pain in his hand, so he hurriedly ran after him and explained: "Listen to me, the cactus moved first! I didn't pull it out, it's going to be bald, not me!"

Qiao Ying suddenly stopped and squatted down.

Chu Yu braked to a sudden stop, stretched out his hand and gestured hard, "I really didn't do anything, it was the cactus..."

Qiao Ying stood up holding the medicine box, her eyes were cold, and she seemed to ask what he was talking about.

Looking at the medicine box, Chu Yu shut up, "It's nothing."

Qiao Ying put a band-aid on him, "Don't pull out the thorn next time."

Chu Yu didn't blink, and spoke quickly: "I don't."

Qiao Ying glanced at the hem of his sweater, but said nothing.

Chu Yu followed his line of sight and saw that there were many thorns on it, which he pulled out just now, and they were attached to the clothes when he was not paying attention.

Chu Yu: "..."

While eating, Chu Yu wrestled with the chopsticks with his band-aided hand, looked at the time, and said casually, "Mr. Xiao Qiao, why are your parents back?"

Qiao Ying didn't raise her head: "Orphan."

Chu Yu laughed a few times, not believing it at all, "Don't be kidding, how can a minor rent..."

His words suddenly stopped.

Because Chu Yu discovered that there was only traces of one person's life in this rental house.

... Qiao Ying is really an orphan.