Wang Jian felt very uncomfortable being forced to stay for a family dinner by Old Man Sun. The life of a wealthy family was indeed not something he could experience for people like him who felt life was full of happiness after just eating a few skewers. Only those who grew up in the fifth century

The food ordered in a star-rated hotel was something he had never heard of, not to mention what Old Man Sun and his descendants were talking about at the dinner table, such as the currency war, the situation in South America, and Asia-Pacific finance. This sounded like it made the Third Master’s balls ache to the point of feeling faint.

A feeling of explosion.

The two brothers, Old Man Sun, hugged each other's shoulders, muttered and whispered, and then drank heavily. They were so drunk that they didn't care how boring Wang Jian was.

So during the whole meal, Wang Jian just ate and ate. After all, he had never had a full meal since then. Today he was able to make up for it.

After Wang Jian was full of wine and food, he casually said goodbye and left Old Man Sun's house silently. After all, it was a family dinner and the conversation was about high-end things. There was no point in staying any longer, and Wang Sanshao

I don’t have the hobby of licking hemorrhoids for my boss, so it’s better to leave early.

Old Man Sun, who was always good at judging people, knew what kind of person Wang Jian was, so he didn't stop him much. He just let Wang Jian go with a few polite words and told him to remember to report to school tomorrow morning.

Just when Wang Jian walked into his garage-turned-home and was about to change clothes and go to the public toilet to take a shower, his broken phone suddenly rang.

Wang Jianting was surprised and touched for a long time before he touched the mobile phone that he had become accustomed to using as a clock. He looked at the unfamiliar number on the mobile phone and was suspicious for a while:

"Hello? Who are you looking for?"

"Is it Xiao Wang? I'm Brother Hu from this morning."

Wang Jian knew who it was as soon as he heard it, but as for why he called, this made Wang Jian a little curious. He had clearly rejected them in the morning, and from the conversation between the two brothers with mustaches, Wang Jian could infer that he

He probably offended that tender Sister Xuan to the core.

"Xiao Wang? Why don't you say anything? I'm telling you... Sister Xuan is looking for you everywhere now, so be careful!"

"Be careful? Why should I be careful? What else can she do to me?"

Xiao Hui sighed deeply on the phone, and then said in a very deep tone: "I feel that you and I are very close, and I regard you as a brother. I know that you are used to freedom. But after all, I work for Sister Xuan.

Yes, some things cannot be said too clearly. You can decide what to do on your own. It seems that you still don’t understand what kind of person Sister Xuan is. I must give him your information, but before giving it to her, I will give you a warning.

, let you be prepared. You are a smart person and should be able to understand me."

After he finished speaking, he hung up the phone, leaving Wang Jian with only a "beep" busy tone. Wang Jian also looked at the phone that had been hung up with confused eyes, simulating the scene according to the scenes in TV series and novels.

What kind of actions will Sister Xuan do after finding her?

It has to be said that Hu Lai is really an old man who has been involved in the world for many years. A few ambiguous words can not only make "Third Master" fall into the illusion of "Sister Xuan" as his imaginary enemy, but also leave a fallback for himself.

Road, even if "Sister Xuan" finally knows it, even if the original words are repeated again, as long as the tone is slightly changed, the meaning can be completely divided into two extremes.

"Xuan your sister!"

Wang Jian hated finding out about these intrigues the most. After thinking about it for a few minutes, he felt it was boring. He shook his head, put on his clothes and walked to the public toilet to start washing up.

After a tiring day, Wang Jian played a few games of Othello on his broken mobile phone after taking a shower, and then slowly fell into a deep sleep. He slept very peacefully, and there was no "Sister Xuan" or nightmares throughout the night.

The next morning, when it was still dark, Wang Jian opened his eyes again naturally. He washed, exercised and cleaned according to the usual standards. The process was as serious as a standard soldier. He even got up early to go to the tub.

All are limited to eight minutes.

The third master lives in the southwest of the city, and today the third master’s goal is in the northeast of the city. If he wants to arrive on time, he must travel through almost the entire city within three hours. If this is a small city,

It's a piece of cake, but in this huge and bloated city, three hours is really a stretch.

This time is not a peak period, so it is unlikely to encounter traffic jams, but Mr. San has checked the route map and found that even if there is no traffic jam, he has to transfer to two buses and one subway in three hours, and he still has to cross the entire city on the subway.

This really takes a lot of time and we simply cannot afford to delay it.

So after Mr. San finished washing up, he packed a bottle of tap water, put on his bag and left the community with the street lights on. Even for breakfast, he just bought two egg stalls without eggs from the stall next to the bus stop.

cake……

Fortunately, there were not many people at this time. Mr. San, who was sitting on the bus, enjoyed the rare peace and tranquility during this time. He looked at the sky in the distance, where the white fish belly slowly appeared, making the outline of the city looming.

In front of him, he suddenly gained some inexplicable poet's feelings out of thin air. Romanticism suddenly possessed him, and he had the urge to burst into tears unconsciously.

But at this moment, Wang Jian turned around and saw a girl sitting next to him. This girl was obviously a mixed race. Her figure... was as graceful as she wanted, and her long hair... was as elegant as she wanted.

Elegant, even though he was eating a low-quality leek box and cheap breakfast milk, the casual flirtation on his face was so charming, and he suddenly stirred up Wang Saner's romantic feelings.

Maybe girls are more sensitive. She felt that the people next to her were looking at her, and she also turned her face to Wang Jian. She found that Wang Jian, a weirdo who dared to wear single clothes in March in the north, was looking at her stupidly. She suddenly seemed

I turned my head away in embarrassment...

Wang Jian sincerely didn't have any bad intentions, he just simply admired the beautiful girl. However, the third master had a straightforward temper, so he looked at her a few more times if he liked it. He didn't have too many worries at all, but this look... was indeed knowing.

Make a girl look a little uncomfortable.

There were no more empty seats in the car. The cute mixed-race girl wanted to stay away from Wang Jian, but was unwilling to leave her comfortable seat. She was on pins and needles for a moment.

After Wang Jian looked at it for a while, he suddenly realized that this girl looked really familiar, but he couldn't remember where he had seen her before, so he scratched his head and asked with a naive smile: "Have I seen you before?"

?”

It didn't matter. The cute girl who was shy at first suddenly opened her eyes with anger and her expression became extremely violent. She turned her head and stood up and hit Wang Jian on the shoulder with the bag in her hand, and said to Wang Jian word by word with a voice that was almost screaming.

Wang Jian roared: "I am not Maria Ozawa!"

After she finished speaking, the bus just arrived. She angrily waved her hands and rushed out of the crowd and got off the bus. When she got off the bus, she was so excited that she squeezed out the breakfast milk she was holding in her hand.

Jian's head and face were covered with yellow milk stains standing on Wang Jian's only white shirt, which looked... somewhat obscene.

Everyone on the bus was looking at Wang Jian blankly, but Wang Jian wiped a handful of milk on his face, smacked his lips, and was stunned for a long time without realizing what happened, as if he had done something.

A strange dream.

It wasn't until the car started again that Wang Jian finally realized where he seemed to have angered the girl.

"I didn't say you look like Maria Ozawa." Wang Jian said to himself in a slightly aggrieved tone, his expression blank, not angry, but rather self-deprecating: "I just think you look like that little girl."

pull……"

In this way, Wang Jian walked through the city with the smell of breakfast milk and yellow milk stains, and came to the city's cultural exchange and age-appropriate youth abuse center. It is said that one-third of the country's exam papers are

They escaped from this place and caused harm to the countryside. Wang Jian was also tortured back then.

Fortunately, even after that unbearable little turmoil, Wang Jian still arrived at the school where he was about to work on time. This school is truly well-deserved. It is obviously just a high school, but the school gate alone has surpassed most colleges and universities.

There is a very impressive bronze statue standing at the entrance of the school. It is lifelike in shape and exquisite in craftsmanship. If you don't look closely, you will think it is Taishang Laojun. Only by looking closely can you see some clues about Old Master Kong.

"The person who designed this statue had his art skills taught by a physical education teacher."

After Wang Jian looked down upon the designer of the statue with great disdain, he walked towards the school gate with his head held high.

"Stop, do you see clearly? Do you know where this place is?"

The first time he was blocked by the guard, Wang Jian took a few steps back, carefully looked at the large bronze characters on the school gate, and then read out slowly and forcefully: "Langfeng Shengyuan Senior High School."

After reading it, he nodded: "I still think No. 18 Middle School sounds good, but now it's neither earthy nor foreign, which is quite silly."

"That's what I mean." The security guard also deeply agreed with Wang Jian's words, but as soon as he thought about it, he realized that he seemed to be in the wrong camp, so he coughed: "The school is completely closed, and no idle personnel are allowed to enter."

"I am Xianza, what about these people?"

What Wang Jian was referring to were the piles of young people walking into the school at the gate. Most of them were very fashionable and beautiful. Although it was a school, Wang Jian didn't see a single schoolbag. Even if there was a backpack, it was

They are also brand bags with the pinyin of "Donkey" or other brands.

"This isn't school. This is Paris Fashion Week."

Although Wang Jian said this and tried his best to explain that he came to work, the security guard still ignored him and refused to let him in. Until one step, little Changan suddenly came to the school gate and a person walked down from the top.

"Lao Li, what's wrong?"

"Hey, Teacher Dawei." The security guard obviously recognized the driver and greeted him politely: "There is someone here who must be a teacher here, but do you know him?"

Wang Jian turned his head and looked at the teacher named Dawei. He found that the man was not tall, had long hair shawl, and was clean-cut. He had the temperament of an artist. He looked quite handsome, but he lacked a little bit of what a man should be.

Somewhat masculine. Moreover, he is very similar to the third brother in his attire. He is also wearing a white shirt and black suit pants. However, some retro leather shoes look a bit more high-end than Wang Jian's artificial leather, and he also wears a suit jacket outside.

Like Wang Jian, he just wears single clothes and walks around the world.

"Old Li...my name is David, you can call me David..." Teacher Dawei pouted with an unhappy face: "It's so ugly to keep calling me Daweiwei."

But after he finished speaking, he still looked at Wang Jian with a smile: "Sir, are you really a faculty member here?"

"It should be..." Wang Jian took out the letter of introduction from Old Man Sun from his pocket: "Old Sun asked me to come here."

Dawei's expression was a little strange, because he knew that this school never accepts introductions from anyone, and real dignitaries, prominent families, or academic leaders generally would not introduce people to this place. But when he saw the signature of the letter

After that, his expression immediately changed and he looked up at Wang Jian:

"Your name is Wang Jian? What is your relationship with Mr. Sun?"

"Should I follow him? He is my landlord. Oh, it's too troublesome. I don't have the patience anymore. Give me the principal's phone number."

Wang Jian's patience seemed to be worn away. He frowned, the light in his eyes flickered, and the browned milk stains on his body looked like a pool of blood in the sun.

"Today is Monday. The principal has to hold a board meeting and won't be here until noon."

When Wang Jian heard this, he narrowed his eyes: "Really?"

After receiving such a glare from him, Dawei and the guard Lao Li both took a step back and looked at each other again, with each other's helplessness visible in their eyes.

"Hey, Teacher Lin is here."

"Hey, Lao Li. Good morning, Dawei. I'm really unlucky today. My car just broke down and I met a pervert."

Lao Li hurriedly changed the subject and greeted a teacher who came in behind. Following his greeting, Wang Jian subconsciously turned back, and then...

Wang Jian was immediately at a loss. After a moment of silence, he smiled dryly and waved his hands: "I know you are not Maria Ozawa!"

After hearing this, Teacher Lin's eyes widened again, and blood suddenly rushed to his head. He pointed at Wang Jian with trembling hands and said angrily: "You are following me!"

"Do you know each other?" Dawei gestured with his fingers back and forth between Wang Jian and "Oze" who was not "Oze": "They are quite familiar."

"He's the pervert!"

Wang Jian sighed and was about to speak when the doorman's phone suddenly rang loudly.

"Guys, pause. Principal..." After saying that, Lao Li pressed the answer button: "Hey, principal. Yes, it's me. A new person will come later, right? Okay, okay. I'll bring him when he comes.

He goes to the director, don't worry while I do the work. Okay, okay, what's his name?"

Three seconds later, Lao Li's eyes suddenly changed several times when he looked at Wang Jian. Although he was smiling, his smile had become very awkward.

"Wang...Wang Jian, right? I've written it down."
Chapter completed!