"No, it's too dangerous to go back to the classroom directly."
After walking out of the men's room for a long time, he finally remembered that he was still wearing a 'block', so he quickly found a place to remove the [Illusion Card], and then said to himself.
You can guess with your buttocks that once you return to the classroom, you will definitely face a heresy trial from the FFF group.
Once you attract the attention of the whole class, the news will become more solid and spread from the girls' mouths.
Then it spread to the ears of the rich second generation who had a huge crush on Xia Yao.
Secondly, he will come to trouble himself and use the status gap to get angry at himself.
In the end, he had no choice but to use the dark power hidden in his waistband to defeat that young man.
It shocked everyone's jaws and eyes.
Although it sounds very cliche, it is actually the most pretentious plot in campus life.
"So speaking of it, from the moment I was called out by Xia Yao, have I already embarked on the preliminary mission of pretending to be kingly?"
What will happen to my peaceful and stable daily life if I continue to follow this kind of vulgar plot in Internet articles?
I can't handle this kind of pretentious plot...
So, I’m sorry, I won’t pretend to be this cool!
Farewell!
The frustrated Fangran quickly returned to the rental house with the typical fluke mentality of "the teacher didn't take the roll in the morning and probably won't take the call in the afternoon."
"Ahhh, I'm so exhausted!"
Fangran jumped up with a splash and closed his eyes and threw himself on the bed in the bedroom. But as soon as he closed his eyes, for some reason, Xia Yao's sexy and slender legs wearing black high-heeled sandals came to mind, especially the black ones.
The trio of tight jeans, a light-colored fashionable shirt on the upper body, and snow-white skin...
"Puff puff!!!"
Fangran sprayed it into the air speechlessly, and quickly drove away the evil thoughts in his mind.
Oh my God, what am I thinking about?
That kind of beautiful and fashionable goddess has nothing to do with me.
Fangran, who was reeling from boredom, casually took out his only entertainment mobile communication device, and then saw that Li Ze had sent him a video and a doc file.
"Uh... I clicked on it to take a look. Isn't it illegal?"
Fangran looked at the video file with twitching lips.
Human psychology is sometimes a very magical thing. I know clearly that doing so is wrong and dangerous, but sometimes...
Just because I was curious about what would happen, I couldn't help but give it a try...
Just like when he was on the roof of the National Center for the Performing Arts, listening to Yesheng's confession.
I can't help it... Uh-huh... You know...
I clicked on the video and the picture above gradually became clearer, but Fangran saw this scene.
But he suddenly froze.
He sat up silently and stared at the phone in his hand.
At the corner of the huge conference table, there was a figure in a white coat. He swore that he had never admitted his mistake.
Fangran's expression gradually changed, and the usual laughter faded from his face. He watched the video quietly, his eyes gradually lowered.
"Now that you have reached adulthood, the previous matters concerning the transfer of ownership should also be put on the agenda."
What, this is.
Fangran looked at the figure sitting calmly at the corner of the table.
"Although it is said that it was left by your mother to you, you must know that without the Li family's industries, it would not be possible to develop."
Why, why can you still sit there calmly?
Don't you understand what they mean?
When he heard "Your mother left it for you", he thought of a lively figure crying, and Fangran's face darkened.
"Let me hand it over to your brother for the time being. You can concentrate on studying the tasks assigned to your laboratory."
"Those properties have been robbed by your mother for so many years. It's time to return them to the family."
"Don't be dissatisfied, this is the family's decision."
What, this disgusting feeling.
A group of well-dressed upper-class people spoke such shameless words in a high-sounding manner.
You keep saying you want to take other people’s things, and then tell them not to be dissatisfied!?
Fuck your mother!
That’s what his mother left for him. What qualifications do you have to interfere!!??
At the end of the video, the young man was still sitting at the corner of the round table without saying a word. This made Fangran suddenly scratch his hair, and a feeling of irritation spread in his heart.
Why didn't you say anything until the end?
Does it matter even if the relics left behind by my mother are taken away?
cut...
He tilted his head and spat in an incomprehensible voice. Fangran turned his head away, unable to see clearly the expression on his face, and then he dialed Li Ze's number for the third time.
"Can you tell me the specifics about this matter?"
Li Ze, who had just answered the phone, took a sudden breath.
He felt a chill running down his body, and the voice with a completely different tone almost made him think he had heard it wrong.
Instinctively, he noticed the difference in the atmosphere. The person opposite seemed to be no longer the figure laughing with him.
But the one in the legend of Yewang...the true controller.
Li Ze took a deep breath and slowly explained:
"It's very simple. It's just that many years ago, the eldest son of the family married a talented girl, but later divorced and remarried. Because of this, someone was reduced to the status of an illegitimate child."
"But because he inherited his mother's talent and made genius-like achievements in scientific research, the family kept him."
"And several of the successful scientific research industries run by her mother are in his name. The current situation is that the family is probably holding a meeting to snatch away that piece of fat."
Li Ze explained calmly that he didn't understand why Night Traveling Angel would be interested in such trivial matters between a certain family industry in China.
But when he heard the words he just spoke with a completely different atmosphere, Li Ze understood.
It seems that something touched Mr. Youye's reverse scale.
"Oh, I see."
A calm voice without sadness or joy came slowly. Li Ze unconsciously held the data pen tightly, hesitated for a moment, and then asked tentatively:
"Your Excellency Youye, do you need my help?"
In the rental house, Fangran, who was holding the phone, was silent for a moment, then recalled Ling's tone of voice, his voice rose gently, and his arrogant tone led to a rhetorical question.
"Oh, who do you think you are lending a helping hand to?"
A arrogant and calm rhetorical question made Li Ze pause, and then he recalled the countless legends of night angels on the night network, and let out a long breath.
"It's me who's troublesome."
I can't accept his help here, otherwise it might be exposed that I'm not Ling.
and...
Fangran tilted his head and spat lightly, stood up without hesitation, threw down all the sundries on his body, and grabbed a windbreaker.
If the person concerned is unwilling to make any resistance, any assistance is meaningless.
He strode outside, raised his windbreaker and put it on.
But, what if, what if!
There is a little bit of space...
It's because he has no choice and no support...
That!
I can't turn a blind eye!
boom!
Fangran kicked open the door of Meng Lang's room next door. Looking at Meng Lang sitting in the small living room, he raised his eyebrows in shock and said:
"Brother, let's go!"
"Ha!? Let's go? Where are we going?"
Meng Lang looked at this brother in front of him with surprise, who was slightly different from usual, and instinctively expressed doubts.
Fangran threw his cell phone at him, then turned around with a fierce and firm voice!
Just like ten years ago.
“Go be someone else’s support!”
"Since, I don't know if he chose to compromise and remain silent because he had no support!"
"Then let's go and ask ourselves what he really thinks!"