False Young Master's Self-Strategy [Rebirth]

The last class is physical education.

Wen Zining adjusted his emotions very quickly, and after he thought of a countermeasure, he returned to the young master Wen who was full of confidence and pride.

Today was a group of two to practice playing badminton. Wen Zining pulled Wen Qian up early and found a remote place. After playing a couple of times pretendingly, he began to yell that he was tired.

Wen Qian put away the racket and put it next to Wen Zining.

"Would you like to go to the commissary again now?" Wen Zining said verbatim according to the draft he had typed, "If you buy the limited strawberry flavor, I can give you half as reward."

Wen Zining had already made up his mind, since he wanted to eat strawberry-flavored cat tongue biscuits, then Wen Qian would definitely not be able to refuse.

It is impossible for Wen Qian not to be moved by such a thing as one person and half.

He looked at Wen Qian against the light, and the corners of his mouth rose triumphantly, "You follow me, and I'm sure I can't do without your kindness..."

Wen Qian interrupted Wen Zining, "No, I'm leaving school now."

Before Wen Zining finished speaking, his jaw almost dropped to the ground in surprise.

He thought that Wen Qian didn't hear clearly, so he repeated, "I'm talking about the strawberry-flavored cat's tongue biscuit, you'll get half of it!"

"I do have something to do when I go out," Wen Qian said halfway as if coaxing a good baby, "Wait for me to come back."

Wen Zining thought it was amazing.

Now Wen Qian doesn't have a part-time job, and the suburban sugar team Dujia is steaming gifts for you. Grandma Ye is also living well in the ward. Is there anything that needs him to go out now?

Wen Zining stood up and wanted to call Wen Qian back to ask for clarification, but he also felt that Wen Qian would definitely not tell him such a thing.

He got up and was about to follow up secretly, when suddenly someone patted his shoulder twice.

Wen Zining looked back, and saw Bai Ze wearing black-rimmed glasses and smiling at him.

"Student Wen Zining, I don't think you have a partner, why don't we practice badminton together?"

Wen Zining was not interested in Bai Ze at all, he waved his hand, "I don't want to play badminton right now, you go find someone else."

Bai Ze: "That SoulRabbit..."

Wen Zining jumped up instantly, took two steps back, and stretched out his hand vigilantly, "If you have anything to do, you can tell me later, I don't have time right now, I'm going to find Wen Qian."

Bai Ze, who was originally timid, grabbed Wen Zining's hand.

"Listen to me," Bai Ze's voice became low and his expression was extremely serious, "SoulRabbit might be bought."

At that moment, Wen Zining withdrew his foot that was about to step forward.

Katutu's future market value will be hundreds of millions, and the authorization alone can give the Wenge Group, which is about to go bankrupt, a breather.

Standing in front of Katutu's beginning, he couldn't help but be moved by this opportunity.

He couldn't help approaching Bai Ze, "Who will buy it?"

Will be bought by Tang Junjie.

Wen Zining didn't know that the "Tang Junjie" in front of him was a fake, and it was difficult for Bai Ze to explain the various developments in it to him.

"I don't know," Bai Ze helped the frame and sighed, "It's just that the designer of SoulRabbit told me that they have always wanted to buy it, and they are still putting pressure on it."

Wen Zining glanced at the direction Wen Qian was leaving, and then looked back at Bai Ze.

He couldn't give up on either side.

"How about that," Wen Zining discussed, "I have something to do right now, we'll discuss it when I come back."

This time it was rare that Wen Qian was singled out, and Bai Ze didn't want Wen Zining to participate, "What I'm thinking is, let's find a place right now and have a video with the designer."

"Time is indeed a bit rushed..."

Wen Zining always felt that there was something wrong with the "Tang Junjie" in front of him, but Wen Zining couldn't say it in detail.

He just hated "Tang Junjie" standing up to the superior with that submissive appearance, forcing himself to make a decision.

"So you can't even wait for this half an hour?" Wen Zining frowned tightly, his eyes full of disgust, "The designer and the purchaser are already sitting together, and all the details have been discussed, just wait Is the hammer falling in this half hour?"

Bai Ze let go of his hand as if he had been electrocuted, looking a little at a loss, "I didn't say that, I just felt..."

"Then I don't want it anymore." Wen Zining took a step back, "If the designer doesn't want to sell, no one can take it away. I also don't want to do something that looks like saving people from fire and water, but in fact it is Taking advantage of the fire to rob."

Wen Zining got into the grove, and then got out from the slightly bent railing.

Wen Zining had no idea where Wen Qian was going.

Just as he was about to squat outside the railing and wait for the rabbit, he heard a familiar voice.

"Don't pretend, we've already had someone investigate it, and you posted that post, right?"

It's Ding Yi.

The voice came from an alley, and Wen Zining was only separated from that alley by a wall.

"I do not know what you're talking about."

Wen Zining froze, and randomly raised his head to look at the nearly three-meter-high wall.

Smell potential inside.

The memory of Wen Qian's last fight still remained in Wen Zining's mind.

Seven or eight Lianjiazi were beaten to pieces by Wen Qian, and Ding Yi's group dared to provoke Wen Qian, obviously because of their courage.

Wen Zining wasn't worried that Wen Qian would be bullied at all, but he suddenly thought of the analysis in class.

For subordinates, rewards and punishments should be clearly defined.

Ding Yi's group didn't dare to provoke him at all, if he suddenly appeared at this time and stood in front of Wen Qian, without saying anything, he would scare Ding Yi and the others to the shit.

At that time, no matter whether Wen Qian admits it or not, I will count as helping him.

Don't you have to be grateful and listen to yourself later?

There is no need to forcibly divide half of the cat tongue biscuits!

The more Wen Zining thought about it, the more reasonable he felt.

In order to prevent Wen Qian from denying his account afterwards, he took out his mobile phone and pressed the recording button, then raised his legs and ran along the wall, fearing that Ding Yi's group of Zhan Wu scum would be cleaned up by Wen Qian if he ran too slowly.

Fortunately, Ding Yi and the others just wanted to force the news to hand over the information.

Although Wen Qian has no background, the aura is really too strong.Facing Wen Qian's dark eyes, Ding Yi couldn't help being a little timid.

He swallowed a mouthful of saliva, pointed at Wen Qian, "Don't put on airs there, there are more than ten of us, and we are not afraid of you at all."

Wen Qian hummed perfunctorily from his throat, "Class is about to end, Master Wen is still waiting for me."

"What Master Wen?" the person behind Ding Yi spat on the ground with disdain, "If you don't hand over the information today, Master Wen will have to wait until the next life!"

"Who told me to wait until the next life!"

Everyone was taken aback by the sudden strange voice. When they turned around, they saw a student wearing a blue pigeon high school uniform standing behind them.

The visitor slightly raised his head, squinted his eyes and glanced disdainfully at the people present, with his hands in his pockets, he just walked between Wen Qian and the group of people grandly.

Among the group of people, half were his classmates, and the other half were local hooligans who didn't know where.

But at this time, there were only Wen Zining and Wen Qian.

Wen Zining didn't expect that they would find helpers, and he was a little flustered.

It's just that since they're all here, they still have to do their best on the surface.

Wen Zining handsomely stretched out a hand in front of Wen Qian, "I'm here today, I want to see who dares to take a step forward!"

Ding Yi and the others were intimidated in an instant. After all, Wen Zining was offended. It was not just a matter of whether it hurt or not, but it might also affect the family company.

But where did the group of local hooligans receive such stimulation?Enraged by Wen Zining's arrogance, he picked up the thing and threw it on Wen Zining's head.

Wen Zining was stunned. He didn't understand him at all and wanted to make a debut. Why did that group of people desperately want to find him?

Fortunately, Wen Qian reacted quickly, he took Wen Zining into his arms with his right hand, snatched the iron rod from the man's hand with his left hand, and slapped him on the left side of his face, blood was seen instantly.

Someone in the crowd blew a whistle, and there were scattered applause casually.

"Master Wen, is that how you protect him?"

Wen Zining couldn't recognize the speaker, but Wen Qian could.

This person is Tang Junjie who Wen Zining collected the correct information by mistake.

The man stretched out his hand and gestured, "Master Wen, don't worry too much, we just want to have a good communication with Wen Qian."

Wen Zining was protected by Wen Qian, and he knew that with Wen Qian, those people would not be able to hurt him.

But the whole body and the brain seem to use two systems. The more you comfort yourself, the faster your heart beats.

"Don't, don't lie," Wen Zining pretended to be fearless, "Is there anything that requires so many of you to confront Wen Qian?"

"It's hard to say what you said," Tang Junjie smiled, "As long as Wen Qian handed over the things, there is no need for you, a little milk dog..."

Before he finished speaking, an iron rod smashed into Tang Junjie's face in an instant.

Tang Junjie dodged back, but still brushed aside.

The end of the iron rod was not polished, it was very sharp, and a long wound was drawn on Tang Junjie's face, and blood oozed from the corner of his mouth.Tang Junjie only felt a buzzing sound, and then there was a burst of stickiness on his face with severe pain.

"If you can't speak, you don't need to speak."

Wen Qian's voice came out of his throat, and it was extremely threatening.

He stood in front of Wen Zining, holding a bloody iron rod in his right hand, like a very wild mad dog, he only listened to orders from Zining alone.

Wen Zining couldn't see Wen Qian's expression, but he saw that some people were sneaking away because they were too cowardly, and most of the rest lost their aura just now.

"Why aren't you arrogant anymore? What's a little milk dog!" Wen Zining put his hands on Wen Qian's shoulders, pointing proudly, "Don't let me see you guys who bully me again. Come find me."

"Otherwise, I will beat you every time I see you."

After Wen Zining finished his arrogance, he patted Wen Qian's hand to signal to let go, "We're going to gather soon, let's go back quickly!"

Wen Qian glanced at the group of people.

There was no need to say anything, and those people obediently stood aside to make way.

Wen Zining walked up to Wen Qian triumphantly, but Wen Qian didn't speak, and let Wen Zining show off his might.

Just as Wen Zining passed by the last person, there was a flash of silver light, and the last person actually pulled out a knife directly at Wen Zining, Wen Qian hurried forward and grabbed the knife, The blade cut the palm of the hand, and the blood flowed down the fingertips.

The iron rod fell to the ground, and the clang woke up the rest of the people on the scene.

They reacted quickly, and one of them quickly picked up the iron rod and greeted Wen Zining.

Wen Qian didn't have time to stop him, so he could only pull Wen Zining into his arms, and forcefully caught the sap with his back.

Wen Zining, who was pretending to be arrogant just now, panicked instantly, "Stop it, if you dare..."

Before he could finish speaking, another muffled sound was heard.

"Smell, smell potential..."

Things changed so fast that Wen Zining panicked, his hands trembled, and his tearful eyes only stared at Wen Qian.

For some reason, Wen Qian felt a strange joy in this.

The person in his arms only saw himself, and it belonged to him alone.

If Wen Zining is fake.

So will all the people who have devoted their love to Wen Zining leave him because of this?

If Wen Zining is fake.

Will he be able to monopolize this delicate little prince?

It's just that Wen Qian didn't want to make Wen Zining worry too much, so he opened his mouth to comfort him, "I'm fine."

As soon as the words were finished, a foot kicked directly towards Wen Zining's stomach. Wen Qian stepped forward and stretched out his foot to stop him, but was kicked from behind again, and Wen Qian fell directly to the ground.

The group of people were frightened by Wen Qian just now, but now they realized that no matter how powerful Wen Qian was, it was impossible for him to retreat under the punches.

Wen Qian hurriedly protected Wen Zining under his body to avoid being punched and kicked.

Tang Junjie was already furious when he was suddenly attacked with a stick, so he was merciless in admonishing others at this time.

"Isn't it very capable when you post? Why are you cowardly at this time, huh?"

"Give me back a stick, dare to break ground on your Tai Sui grandfather's head, I really don't know how to live or die."

"If I lose my appearance, I will pay you both with my life!"

Things have gone beyond Wen Zining's expectations. Seeing Wen Qian being beaten, he panicked, "Stop it, stop it!"

It's a pity that no one listened to him.

It was only at this time that Wen Zining began to regret why he got involved in this matter.

If he had just stood by and watched the show, Wen Qian could have wiped out this group of people with three strikes, and it was impossible for him to suffer this kind of pain.

Humiliated, powerless and desperate, Wen Zining almost felt the same for Wen Qian's injuries.

"If you continue to fight, I will definitely make you return a thousand times and a hundred times!"

Wen Zining's words made them stop.

Probably tired from the beating, Tang Junjie wiped the blood from the wound on his face, and smiled disdainfully, "Look, some people who are too timid to come out actually say something and come back?"

He smiled and gave another kick.

Wen Zining was supposed to be kicked in the stomach, but Wen Qian stretched out his hand to block it, and Tang Junjie stepped on that hand and ground it.

Cold sweat broke out on Wen Qian's forehead, but he remained silent.

"No, no, no," Wen Zining stretched out his hand to push Tang Junjie's foot away, "Stop it, let go of your foot!"

Wen Zining was almost kneeling on the ground. He couldn't move his feet. When he raised his head, he saw Tang Junjie's distorted face with excitement and the gray wall behind him.

If I had known earlier, he wouldn't have come to get in the way.

Wen Qian would not be bullied so badly by this group of people.

At this moment, Bai Ze's voice suddenly sounded, "What are you doing?"

Seeing Bai Ze, Tang Junjie's eyes instantly became playful.

He finally moved his foot away and walked towards Bai Ze, "Why, do you feel distressed?"

Bai Ze: "Class is about to end, they have to go back now..."

Tang Junjie withdrew his foot indifferently, "You said you couldn't get the materials, so I'll come and ask for them myself. Don't you also agree?"

Bai Ze stood where he was, unwavering, "If there is a commotion later and you are called to the police station, I don't mind the two of us registering under the real-name system."

At this moment, Wen Qian was helped up by Wen Zining, and the two of them were in a panic.

Tang Junjie looked up and down, tut tut out his phone, "I'll be a good person too, call an ambulance for this innocent victim."

Tang Junjie walked out while talking on the phone, "However, if you still don't hand over the information when you meet next time, you won't be so lucky."

Tang Junjie left, and everyone followed suit.

Bai Ze originally wanted to help Wen Qian, but was blocked by his hand.

"You don't have to thank me," Wen Qian looked at Bai Ze with a cold tone, "Young Master Wen is enough."

"Yes, I'm enough," Wen Zining supported Wen Qian, and took out his cell phone, "I called Geng Lin just now, and he'll be here right away."

Thinking of what happened just now, Wen Zining gritted his teeth, "Let them wait! Anyone who bullies me, don't even think about running away."

Bai Ze paused for a moment, and finally said nothing, and escorted the two of them to the car before returning to school.

Geng Lin was called out temporarily. He was still complaining on the way why this Young Master Wen was so troublesome, but when he saw the two of them in such a mess, he was instantly taken aback.

"Why, what's going on," Geng Lin hurried down to help open the door, "Master Wen, are you okay? Someone beat you, why didn't you tell me right away?"

It's not that I thought I could fight back, but I was beaten so hard that even my mother couldn't recognize it...

Thinking back on just now, Wen Zining felt that it was too embarrassing, and he refused to say anything that he wanted to help Wen Qian. Instead, he complained to Geng Lin, "Why are you talking so much? If you tell you to drive, you can drive."

Geng Lin followed yes yes, and after seeing that both of them were seated, she returned to the driving seat again and stepped on the accelerator.

"Stop when you turn left later," Wen Qian raised his hand and pointed to the left, "I just bought something and forgot to pick it up, Geng Lin, go and get it for me."

Geng Lin glanced at Wen Qian through the rearview mirror.

Wen Qian's whole body was dirty at this time, and the school uniform on his body was mixed with blood and mud.His hand was held in the palm of Wen Zining's, and Wen Zining looked distressed, and kept cursing and expressing that he wanted to settle accounts with that person.

"Let's take you to the hospital first," Geng Lin said, "I'll get it back for you later if I have anything."

Wen Zining also nodded, "I'll bring you the important things myself."

Seeing Wen Zining almost crying, Wen Qian raised his other hand and patted his head to comfort him, "It's nothing important, let's go to the hospital first."

When Wen Qian was beaten, he paid great attention to avoiding important positions. Except for the hand that was stepped on and the stick on his back, the rest were minor injuries.

But after all, the doctor was still afraid of something wrong with the internal organs, so he gave Wen Qian a comprehensive physical examination.

After the results came out, it was confirmed that there was not even a single fracture in the fingers, so the nurse hurried over to help suture the wound.

When Wen Zining heard about taking a CT scan, he was terrified. He followed Wen Qian closely, his eyes widened, for fear that something might happen.

Wen Qian had a bad idea on purpose, and as soon as the nurse touched the wound with the alcohol swab, he gasped in a hiss.

Wen Zining felt the pain when he heard it, and quickly begged with a bitter face, "Sister nurse, can you be a little lighter? It looks so painful."

The corner of the little nurse's eyes twitched, and she was about to express that she had just been hit and didn't do anything, but when she saw Wen Zining's pitiful puppy appearance, her complaints turned into soft words: "Okay, okay , but the dirty things in the wound need to be cleaned out, and this patient needs to bear it a little bit."

Wen Qian suppressed a smile, and nodded as if nothing happened on his face, "It's okay, continue."

Wen Zining was still at the side and carefully instructed, "Be a little lighter, the wound looks so deep."

The corner of the little nurse's mouth twitched.

The wound was quite deep, and if it was shallower, it wouldn't even break the capillaries.

Wen Zining held onto Wen Qian's sleeves tightly, and it seemed that it wasn't Wen Qian who cleaned the wound, but Wen Zining.

Wen Qian's conscience was stabbed by Wen Zining's actions. He waved his other intact left hand in front of Wen Zining, "Master Wen, why don't you help me get things first?"

Wen Zining refused to leave, "But your hands still need to be cleaned."

"There are professional people here," Wen Qian coaxed in the most gentle tone of his life, "That shop is about to close, Master Wen, didn't you just promise to help me get it?"

Only then did Wen Zining nod, and reluctantly stood up, "If it hurts, remember to call me!"

Jian Wenqian nodded, and Wen Zining walked out of the ward.

Wen Zining left, and the nurse also let out a long sigh of relief, "Student, your wound is not very deep, but the wound is a bit dirty and needs to be cleaned up before it solidifies. If it hurts, just bear with it a little and it will be over."

"It's okay," Wen Qian withdrew his smile, his expression indifferent, "You can do it."

The nurse tried to deal with Wen Qian's wound again, but found that Wen Qian seemed to be fine, as if the hand that was handling the wound was not her own.

The ward was too quiet at this time, so quiet that even the nurse felt his own breathing was noisy.

She couldn't bear this oppressive atmosphere, and wanted to say something casually to ease it, "That person just now is your brother, right? He looks cute."

Wen Qian asked, "Why do you say that?"

The nurse thought she made a mistake, "Could it be your brother? Because you are about the same height, but I feel that you are a little more mature than him."

Wen Qian denied, "We are not brothers."

"Ah? I guessed wrong." The nurse was a little different: "The atmosphere between the two of you feels very good, as if you have been together for many years."

Wen Qian didn't explain, but raised the corner of his mouth slightly, "Really?"

Geng Lin drove Wen Zining to the shop that was said to be closing soon, and there was only one clerk in convenience store attire inside.

The clerk asked enthusiastically: "Hello, what do you need?"

Wen Zining thought for a while, and then said: "A man came to buy something today, but he didn't have time to take it away. He can't come here now, so let me take it for him."

The clerk nodded, "It is true that a customer paid for something, may I have your name and the name of that customer?"

"My name is Wen Zining, and his name is Wen Qian."

The clerk had an expression of "You're aiming at the code", and took a plastic bag from the locker at the back and handed it to Wen Zining, "This is what that customer bought."

Wen Zining took the plastic bag, opened it, and suddenly froze.

Inside are the cat's tongue biscuits that he has been clamoring for today.

Fresh strawberries with water droplets are painted on the biscuit box, and the center of the cat tongue sandwich biscuit next to it seems to be filled with strawberry ganache.

The clerk also added, "That customer is really lucky. This cat's tongue biscuit is selling very well. We just bought it this afternoon, and he just bought the last box."

This is what Wen Qian was going to do when he slipped out of school in his last class.

If it wasn't for finding cat tongue cookies for him, Wen Qian wouldn't have met those people.

If he hadn't made trouble by himself, Wen Qian wouldn't have been bullied like that by those people.

Wen Zining was holding the box of cat tongue biscuits, his hands trembling slightly, thinking of the scene of Wen Qian screaming in pain just now, his heart tightened.

Those people can find helpers, and he can also find helpers.

Wen Zining held the cat's tongue biscuit in his left hand, and took out his mobile phone with his right hand to dial Wen's mother Yiming's number.

Yiming was discussing something with someone, when Wen Zining's exclusive bell rang, Yiming raised his hand to signify a pause, got up and walked out of the conference room to answer the phone.

Before Yiming could speak, Wen Zining's miserable cry came from the other end of the phone, "Mom, I was bullied by my classmates today, and I'm still in the hospital. I'm in so much pain!"

In Wen Zining's calculation formula, Wen Qian's pain is equal to his pain, Wen Qian's being beaten is equal to his being beaten, and Wen Qian's being bullied is equal to being bullied.

When Yiming heard it, his heart skipped a beat, and his tone became serious in an instant, "Which hospital are you in, Ningning? I'll come here right now."

The accompanying people were all dumbfounded. They are not in the country now. Don't tell me if there is a flight back. Is this cooperation not to be discussed now?

After a while, Yiming hung up the phone, only to see the assistant who was following him quickly took out the tablet, and said without any surprise: "Mr. Yi, the earliest flight to Lange City is tomorrow afternoon, so I need to call the nearest airport now." Call, do you want to inquire about the cost of the chartered flight to Blue Pigeon City the fastest?"

"Okay," Yiming glanced at his assistant, "I'll go in and explain first, you've dealt with this matter and then come in, the next cooperation is up to you to discuss."

"No problem," the assistant nodded, "I'll deal with it now."

Yi Ming was about to go back to the conference room again, he had a meal on his hands, and turned to his assistant and said, "By the way, tell Mr. Wen, and ask him if there is a spare plane at the airport here."

When the physical education get out of class was over, more than half of the students slipped away. The head teacher turned a blind eye to this matter, after all, he also wanted to go home early.

Unexpectedly, right after the dissolution, they received news from Bai Ze, saying that Wen Qian had been beaten.

The matter was so vague that the head teacher thought it was just a small friction.He was going to have a meal, take a walk, and then go to the infirmary to find out the situation, but he didn't expect that the infirmary was empty.

The head teacher suddenly felt something was wrong, this matter seemed a little not so simple.

He found Wen Qian's contact information and called, but the person who answered the phone was Wen Zining.

Wen Zining's words were like ticking time bombs one after another.

Wen Qian was beaten outside the school?

There are classmates who beat people? !

Why did you send him to the hospital? !

The wound is being evaluated now and stitches are needed if possible? !

When the head teacher heard this, he felt bad, so he hurried to take a taxi to the hospital.

Before the class teacher arrived at the hospital, he had already prepared the belly draft.

First, ask why Wen Qian and Wen Zining appeared outside the school during class, then explain the specific situation carefully, and finally report the matter to the principal and grade director to see how to solve it.

If Wen Zining was beaten, as the only son of the Wen family, he would have to notify the parents first, and then slowly settle the matter.

If Wen Zining seems to be unharmed, but Wen Qian looks seriously injured, then he can negotiate among them and ask the parents of the perpetrators to come and bring their children to apologize, and then bear the responsibility. Just look at the medical expenses, it's almost the same.

He knocked on the door of the ward, and after a while, a man in a suit and leather shoes opened the door for him.

"Hello," the man smiled, took a step back slightly, and nodded, "You are Teacher Huang, right?"

"Ah, yes," the teacher in charge didn't expect this kind of scene, and got stuck for a moment, "May I ask if you are..."

"I'm Mr. Wen's assistant, you can call me Xiao Yan." Xiao Yan stretched out his hand and directed the class teacher to sit down on the chair beside the hospital bed, with a steady tone like a robot, "Because the incident happened suddenly, Mr. Come over here, let me say sorry to you first."

The class teacher was frightened.

He has never seen this kind of scene since he was a child, and he quickly admitted his mistake: "Mr. Wen and Mr. Yi are always busy, so I don't bother them with this kind of thing. I am also responsible for my negligence. Now I am here mainly to understand the situation. Classmates explain."

As he spoke, the head teacher glanced at the people on the hospital bed.

At this time, Wen Qian was lying on the hospital bed with thick bandages on his body, even a plaster cast on his right hand, and was hung in the air on the shelf next to him.

Wen Zining, who was sitting next to him, didn't seem to have any major problems, but kept his head down and sobbed, very sad.

The homeroom teacher was thinking, since Wen Zining didn't have any problems, then things shouldn't be that bad, right?

As if knowing what the head teacher was thinking, Xiao Yan stood aside and slowly explained: "Mr. Yi and Mr. Wen have already boarded the plane. Mr. Yi will arrive at Lange City at eleven o'clock tomorrow night. Mr. Wen will We will arrive at Blue Pigeon City at six o'clock in the afternoon the day after tomorrow."

The head teacher's face turned pale in an instant, and he was suddenly glad that he was sitting on the stool, otherwise his legs would definitely go weak, and he would wish everyone present a happy new year.

The seriousness of the matter had already been revealed, and the head teacher quickly assured, "I will definitely investigate this matter thoroughly and give Wen Zining and Wen Qian an explanation."

"That's naturally the best," Xiao Yan said with a smile: "Mr. Huang, Master Wen's grandfather is also very concerned about this matter. If Guigao can make a decision on this matter as soon as possible, I can also have some kindness for Mr. Wen." an explanation."

The homeroom teacher felt his little heart jumping harder and harder every time following the assistant Xiao Yan's words.

He once heard that the international class was not easy to manage, but he still didn't believe it.

Now this young physical education teacher finally knows what the words "what you say are true" mean.

The author has something to say: this is for today and tomorrow, don’t wait for tomorrow, and continue to update the day after tomorrow~