Today, she is wearing a simple and elegant skirt, with her hair in a simple bun, without any embellishment in her hair, and carrying a basket behind her back.

Every time I see her, she dresses up in such an ordinary way.

If you throw her into the crowd on the street, she will be no different from other farm girls.

With her simple dress and unremarkable appearance, such an ordinary person is worse than a servant girl from a wealthy family.

But she is different.

In order to attend classes at Zhuxian Academy, she could easily obtain a letter of recommendation from the general.

A young girl who has just arrived can easily enter the Nianxian Academy and be protected by the always strict and upright Dean Liu.

And she was selling steamed buns and fried dough sticks at the entrance of the college. The famous second son of the Hu family did not hesitate to lower his profile and came to help her and sell things for him.

Even Mo Yu, the most mysterious person in the academy, is usually aloof and dignified. As a junior, he never takes the initiative to say hello when seeing him.

This morning, someone saw with their own eyes that Mo Yu drove Xia Qianqian to school in person.

Zhu Zirong felt something was wrong and became more and more jealous of her.

Obviously, he has clearly investigated Xia Qianqian's identity and background, and it is clear that she is just an inconspicuous farm girl.

Two months ago, she was even chased and beaten on the street. Why are her opportunities so turned upside down now?

The key is, if it were in the past, he would have followed the trend, treated Xia Qianqian well, made her grateful, and formed a good alliance with everyone.

Unfortunately, he was on the wrong team early in the morning.

Now, even if he wants to change his team, he is afraid that the people in front of him will disdain him.

What made her even more uncomfortable was that he couldn't accept that after he suffered so much humiliation, the person who bullied him was still fine and had not been punished at all.

"Xia Qianqian, did you know that Lord Luo Hongluo has been released?"

Luo Hong's background could be Cao Ran's captain of the bodyguard, or his uncle, the Shaoqing of Dali Temple.

As long as he clings to this backer, is he still worried that things will not turn out well in the future?

Xia Qianqian raised her eyes, looked at Zhu Zirong's stern face, and was speechless for a moment, "Whether he lets go or not, it has nothing to do with me."

She thought that Zhu Zirong would learn from this lesson and gain wisdom.

After all, she has no enmity with him, and she doesn’t want to make things difficult for others in her future college life.

But he told her so obviously, clearly clarifying her guess last time.

The meaning of this sentence is to warn her that Luo Hong is his backer, and it is indeed because of Luo Hong that he makes things difficult for her.

Zhu Zirong was not discouraged but cleared his throat and said, "If he is released, it will naturally have nothing to do with you. But after he comes out, some things will have to do with you."

This sentence is a bit difficult to pronounce, but it is a clear threat.

What kind of person is Xia Qianqian, how could she be threatened by him?

Who is Luo Hong? She has two backers behind her. Who would be afraid of a small guard captain?

"It doesn't matter if it has anything to do with me. I'm most afraid of having anything to do with you."

Xia Qianqian followed Zhu Zirong's words and said: "Mr. Zhu, when great gods fight, little devils will suffer. Don't overestimate your status."

After saying this, she turned around and left lightly.

Zhu Zirong stood at the moment, thinking about what she had just said in his mind, and for a moment, the veins on his forehead swelled with anger.

She...she is implying that he is a kid.

How could he be a kid?

Is his position so miserable?

Never before had he been so despised and ridiculed so face to face. The scholar was so angry that Zhu Zirong felt more and more that he had been greatly slandered and humiliated.

He walked out aggressively, and when he reached the penthouse, he looked sideways.

Mo Yan was drinking tea and eating steamed buns happily.

This morning, if he hadn't been hungry, he wouldn't have gone out with a bamboo hat, let alone meet Xia Qianqian by chance, let alone be looked down upon by her.

The angrier he became, the more uncomfortable he became. He was so angry and hungry that his hands under his sleeves began to shake.

Without caring about anything else, Zhu Zirong strode forward, grabbed a bun on the table, opened his bamboo hat, took a big bite, and ordered while eating: "Pour me a cup of tea."

Mo Yan was startled by him, quickly picked up the teapot, poured him a cup of tea, handed it to him, "Eat slowly."

"Yeah!" Mo Yan nodded while eating.

After all, people are like iron rice and steel. If you don’t eat one meal, you will be hungry.

When he is angry and wants to plot against others, he also needs to fill his stomach before doing so.

Three times five times two times, Mo Yan finished eating the two steamed buns in the oil paper bag, but his stomach was still empty. He drank another large bowl of tea and couldn't help but ask: "The fillings of these steamed buns are delicious."

"Mo Yan, I'm here to guard you. Go and buy five more for me." He wasn't full yet.

When he is full, he will think carefully about how to punish the girl and let out such bad breath.

Mo Yan's expression was a little awkward. He stayed in place without moving and said, "These buns haven't been sold recently."

"No need to sell?"

Zhu Zirong thought that Mo Yan was unwilling to move, so he raised his eyebrows, "If I weren't like this, I would go to eat by myself without having to bother you."

Look at Mo Yan, we haven’t seen him for two days, he actually learned to shirk away from his orders.

"No, no!" Mo Yan didn't know how to speak.

After hesitating for a moment, he considered and said: "Take a look, there is a snack shop opening next door to my penthouse in a few days."

Zhu Zirong took a look and said, "I know. I've been off recently, and most of the things in the courtyard have been your concern."

"Where!"

Mo Yan laughed, "The owner of the shop brought this bun to me this morning and asked me to try it."

Try it?

Such a good thing happened to Mo Yan.

Perhaps the two steamed buns in his stomach calmed Zhu Zirong’s anger.

His mood improved a little, and he turned around and walked around the next door, saying, "If that person comes again to give you something to try, ask him to give me one too."

"You want it too?" Mo Yan was not sure and asked.

"I want it too!" Why not.

Mo Yan can eat for free what the store brings, so why can’t he eat for free.

"This..." Mo Yan's face looked a little ugly.

He was not sure whether that girl would give it to Zhu Zirong.

After all, the two people have become enemies.

"Okay, I'll try to tell her." Mo Yan said this tactfully.

It’s considered agreed, but it’s also considered not agreed.

The crux of the matter is whether Xia Qianqian will agree.

Zhu Zirong was very satisfied and walked out. When he reached the door, he turned his head again and asked, "Who is the store owner?"

He suddenly remembered that opening a shop on this street requires paperwork after all.

For so many years, the street in front has been the property of the Mo family. In order to maintain order at the entrance of Zhuxian College, we have never allowed anyone to set up a stall at the entrance.

That Xia Qianqian, he has already reported her to his junior sister.
Chapter completed!