Until he lay on the bed after taking a shower, Zhao Yinxi still felt that the day had been hazy. He seemed to have thought a lot, but also seemed to have thought of nothing. Maybe this was just a drunken dream.
There is a message that has been fermenting in my mind: Du Wenjie will have a live broadcast on Saturday, Du Wenjie will have a live broadcast on Saturday...
I want to see how this hypocrite steps on my shoulders to suck blood and flesh. I want to see how he uses my project to deceive everyone and steal his reputation.
Finally, it comes to an old topic, how should I go back? Back to the world that belongs to me, Zhao Yixi. Although that world has open guns and hidden arrows, swords and swords, and evil and evil, there is my family there, and they need me and them.
Against the cruel reality, I can no longer hide in Xiao Ran’s world and escape.
But, how to go back? If Xiao Ran doesn’t come back, it will be difficult for me to go back.
Zhao Yinxi slammed his fist on the bed, feeling that he was powerless and had nothing to do.
Zhao Yinxi just thought about it, didn't do her homework well, and fell asleep in a daze.
In the dream, there was even more chaos, the abuse of the parents, the crying of the parents, the pleading of the sister, Du Wenjie's ugliness...overlapping, intertwining, overlapping, sometimes far and sometimes close, as if they were far away.
Zhao Yinxi felt sadly that maybe, from now on, he would no longer be able to have a peaceful sleep.
In this uneasy dream, Zhao Yunxi suddenly saw a person clearly, a big boy, dressed the same as he was during the day, with a figure as tall as a bamboo in the south mountain, and handsome features like the moon in the sky. He was pointing at him
He smiled evilly, then turned around, opened the door, and left gracefully.
Xiao Ran, this is Xiao Ran! Zhao Yunxi in the dream seemed to be enchanted. He wanted to hold the smiling boy, but he couldn't move. He could only watch him go further and further away.
The next day was Thursday. As soon as he arrived in the classroom, Zhao Yinxi felt that the atmosphere in the classroom was strange. Chen Yang stood on the podium with a gloomy face. Although the students were all lowering their heads to read, they could not hide their excitement. Li Haoran winked at Zhao Yinxi, his facial features
It’s so crowded that it’s out of place.
What's going on?
Zhao Yinxi was puzzled and didn't bother to guess. His mind couldn't accommodate too many things recently.
After a while, Director Qian of the Moral Education Department came to the door of the classroom. He also looked ugly and whispered to Chen Yang for a while. Chen Yang returned to the classroom and shouted in a deep voice:
"Xiao Ran, come out."
Zhao Yinxi pointed at herself, am I? Did I get into trouble again? There was no fight between the dung beetles in the garage last night. However, he sincerely expressed his apologies and expressed his heartfelt feelings to each other. He almost became brothers with the dung beetles and said goodbye in tears. When we arrived at the Moral Education Department, Principal Ling, who was in charge of teaching, was already waiting here. Poor, elegant and gentle principal, he was so unkempt and unkempt after being tortured by students.
As soon as Principal Ling saw Zhao Yunxi coming, he banged the table and asked, "Xiao Ran, tell me, did you do it?"
Zhao Yinxi avoided the principal's spit and asked in confusion: "What did I do?"
"Pretend, keep pretending! Your father tried every possible means to beg me before I accepted you. Unexpectedly, you are really a disaster. You dare to cause any trouble."
"No, principal, what on earth did I get into? I went home after school yesterday and didn't do anything!" Zhao Yixi was very confused. Although he had been in a state of confusion these past two days, he seemed to be following the rules.<
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Xiao Ran's soul has not returned, so where did the disaster come from?
With a cold look on his face, Director Qian opened the window on the west side of the Moral Education Department and greeted Zhao Yinxi:
"Come here, Xiao Ran, look at your masterpiece! Come on, come on!"
Zhao Yinxi walked over hesitantly and looked in the direction of Director Qian's finger.
In fact, the director can see clearly without using his fingers, because the red paint on the wall is so eye-catching. There are eight words in total, arrogant, dazzling, blatant, and it goes straight to the eye:
"Give me back Saturday and refuse to make up classes"
Zhao Yinxi opened his mouth wide and was stunned. He was speechless for a long time.
"You are so brave that you sneaked into the school late at night, pretended to be a worker, and actually dared to speak nonsense on the school wall and disturb people's hearts. Why don't you give me the word 'demolished'!"
Principal Ling was so angry that he spoke without hesitation and revealed his true feelings.
After all, in Nancheng, if you spray out the word "split", you will run away with joy; if the excavator rings, you will get thousands of gold. Principal Ling really wants to get rich overnight!