"What do you know?"
"His entire body was lifeless, and even the look in his eyes was as dead as a pool of stagnant water.
It seems that he doesn't care about anything or anyone, not even himself, and has closed himself up. "
"But did you see just now that he, who barely spoke in school, actually said a few words to me and even lost his temper with me? What does this mean?"
444 said with a face: [What does it mean?]
"It means that this young lady is special. It means that he starts to care about me. You see, I got the first place in the exam and he didn't even plan to kidnap me."
If it had been that bastard Yu Xiujie, he would have been put in a hot pot long ago.
[... Host, I really admire you.]
There is no one before and no one since who can put gold on his face like this, only the host is the only one.
"Hmph, just wait and see, he will change his attitude towards me soon."
Su Qiao is very confident in himself.
I threw away my schoolbag, got on the bus, and returned home happily.
*
Beicheng, in a villa area near the suburbs, in a certain villa.
"Why third? Why not first?"
'pop'
A well-maintained middle-aged woman in a dark business suit slapped the boy on the face along with the paper.
The face with delicate makeup now looked a little twisted and ferocious because of anger.
Five red finger prints instantly appeared on the boy's pale face, which showed that the woman did not hold back her hands when she hit him.
The boy stood like a log, with a dull expression on his face, his head slightly lowered, and did not resist.
A slap was not enough to relieve his anger, nor was it enough to express Jiang Meng's inner anger.
She took off a brown leather whip from the partition between the living room and the kitchen, waved her hand, and whipped her son Jiang Yihan hard. "Kneel down!"
Jiang Yihan seemed to be used to it, without raising his head, he knelt down on the marble floor with a plop.
"Tell me, what have you been doing lately."
The boy had a dull face, like a lifeless puppet. His dark eyes were staring at the marble floor, as if he couldn't feel the pain on his back.
Jiang Meng hates his lifeless look the most.
She felt that he was silently resisting her.
The veins on his forehead bulged with anger, and the whip was slapped on his back again and again. "You say it! You say it!"
"How dare you take back such a score? Don't you know how to be impatient at all?"
"I wake up early every day and work hard outside every day, is it just to raise a worthless waste like you?"
The woman cursed with a distorted expression while waving the whip vigorously in her hand. She did not stop until she was exhausted and panting.
He took a long breath and said, "Tell me, where did that little bastard get on the exam?"
Jiang Meng threw away the whip in his hand, stepped forward and kicked his lifeless son over. "Tell me, are you mute?"
Jiang Yihan's black eyes were like a bottomless quagmire, and he sat on the ground expressionlessly. "Second."
"Second?"
Jiang Meng was stunned for a moment, and then became very angry. "Then why aren't you second? Why do you have to be beaten by him?"
"He's the bastard. Isn't it great to be pinned down by a bastard?"
"You useless thing, get out of here and go to Underground Room confinement. You won't be able to drink or eat even a sip of water or a grain of rice tonight."
Hearing Underground Room, Jiang Yihan's pupils shrank, and his calm eyes finally fluctuated for a moment, but soon returned to indifference.