You're not planning to open at all, are you?

Bai Jiu didn't have time to talk to this Ji Da actor who appeared out of nowhere and kept getting close to him on purpose. He is now preoccupied with earning money and studying, attending classes during the day, making up lessons after school, and filming at night. He is as busy as a spinning top.

It's obviously only the first semester of the second year of high school, why are there so many courses like the college entrance examination next month?

Flipping through the [-]-page exercise book, Bai Jiu gritted his teeth and wrote: "Why didn't I find studying so tiring before?"

Sitting next to him, Zhou Chuanyang immediately agreed: "I always feel that studying is very tiring, but I can't help it. If I don't study, I will be beaten by my parents."

Ji Jiang couldn't help chuckling.

Bai Jiu glanced at him, the exercise book under Ji Jiang's arm was still clean.

He didn't need to make up lessons at all, and in the last mock exam, Ji Sheng's score was almost twice that of Bai Jiu's.

Ji Jiang keenly noticed Bai Jiu's gaze, and immediately greeted him, his tone still gentle: "Do you need help? If you have any questions, I can tell you."

Bai Jiu sneered: "Thank you, no need."

Zhou Chuanyang's eyes lit up, and he looked at Ji Jiang: "Ji Jiang, I also don't understand a few questions, can you explain to me?"

Ji Jiang tilted his head slightly, his smile still gentle: "You read the explanation in the answer first, if you don't understand, I'll explain it later."

Zhou Chuanyang shrank back: "...Oh."

Under Bai Jiu's hard work, he finally finished the questions set by the teacher during the tutoring time. He breathed a sigh of relief, got up and left with his backpack.

There is still filming tonight, and there is a lot to be filmed this time, so he has to hurry over there.

Zhou Chuanyang was packing his things, and suddenly he was taken aback: "Bai Jiu forgot to take the exercise booklet, I'll send it to him."

Ji Jiang turned his head and looked over: "Do you know where he lives?"

Zhou Chuanyang nodded: "I went there once when I was delivering something to him, and his mother even kept me for dinner."

Ji Jiang: "I'll send it off."

Zhou Chuanyang scratched his head: "How embarrassing, I will go,"

"This exercise booklet needs to be finished today, you go back early, finish it early, and I'll deliver his."

Zhou Chuanyang thought for a while, then smiled: "Then I will trouble you."

……

As soon as Bai Jiu got into the taxi, he received a text message from Li Ziming saying that he had something to do and that he would not shoot today.

Sitting in the taxi, he rubbed the space between his eyebrows and told the driver to turn around and go straight home.

When he walked downstairs, Bai Jiu paused, then turned to look at a bicycle beside him.

It was an old-fashioned black bicycle with deformed pedals and a dirty body.

He stared at the bike for a few seconds, then turned suddenly and ran up the stairs.

In the dark corridor, Bai Jiu was extremely fast, and rushed to the fifth floor in a few steps.

He stopped at the door of the house, smelling the faint smell of smoke in the air, and there was a bit of hostility in his eyebrows and eyes.

There is a steel pipe at the corner of the upstairs, which Bai Jiu found when he came here the first day. He took the steel pipe and slowly opened the door of his house.

The iron gate made a "sizzling" sound, but the room was very quiet, as if there was no one there.

Bai Jiu gently leaned the steel pipe against the door, lowered his head, unloaded the schoolbag on his back, and walked two steps towards the living room.

Wu Qiulian heard the movement at the door, turned her head suddenly, and found that Bai Jiu had actually returned, with a little panic on her face: "Xiao Jiu..."

Bai Jiu took two steps inside, and looked straight at Bai Liangyi who was sitting by the table: "Why are you here?"

There were still bruises on Bai Liangyi's face from being injured by Bai Jiu last time. His face was gloomy and frightening, and he sneered: "Little bastard, when you grow up, you will make money by yourself?"

Bai Jiu's eyes lighted up.

Bai Liangyi poked something on the table: "You think I can't recognize this is you?"

Bai Jiu lowered his eyes, and there were a few photos on the table. In the photos, the person was wearing a hat, covering most of his face, only showing his thin lips and a beautifully curved chin. He was clearly dressed in simple clothes, but he was slender. The well-proportioned figure sets off the design sense, and those who don't know think it is a new model from some big brand.

Bai Liangyi said, "Aren't you ashamed to take this kind of photo?"

"..." Bai Jiu gave him a cold look, "This is a model picture, not some strange picture."

Bai Liangyi snorted coldly: "What kind of model picture, you are scratching your head and posing, do you still look like a man?"

Bai Jiu clenched his fist almost instantly, his voice became cold: "What are you doing here today?"

Bai Liangyi put away those photos, stood up and wanted to look down at him, but found that Bai Jiu's height was already on the same level as his own, so he could only grit his teeth and look even more fierce: "You are not allowed to do this kind of work again."

"Why? You have no right to control me."

Bai Liangyi raised his voice: "I'm not qualified?! Wu Qiulian, look at the good son you have taught!"

Wu Qiulian stayed silent the whole time, her eyes were red, she looked at Bai Liangyi and then at Bai Jiu, as if she didn't know how to persuade the fight and which side to persuade first.

"I'm your father! I'm not qualified, who is qualified!"

Bai Jiu clenched his fists and creaked: "You are not my father, you are not worthy."