I’m Walking the Career Line In Dog Blood

The next day, Monday, it rained outside.

"Host, look!" The system was a little excited.

An Yinong raised his hand and told the system not to speak. He looked at the drizzle outside the window and said, 'On a rainy Monday, the original owner's house was scattered', is it today?

He went downstairs, which is rare, He Chengjue is here today.

"Is the sun rising from the west today?" Anon sat down at the dining table. He Chengjue looked at him and hesitated, as if he had something to say to him. But An Yinong just bowed his head to eat, he didn't eat or sleep, he always did a good job.

"Ah, that, Tong, did you miss your mommy?" He Chengjue finally couldn't help speaking.

"No, Dad, do you miss Mommy?"

"Actually, Dad has something to tell you."

However, An Yinong, who had finished eating, had already stood up. He looked at his watch: "Dad, I should go. I'll talk about it later in the evening."

"Atong!"

He Chengjue couldn't keep him and watched him leave by car.

An Yinong in the car had a calm face, and flicked his fingers on the schoolbag.

He knew what He Chengjue was going to say, but he didn't care. The original owner's emotions had an impact on him, but he wouldn't lose his cool.

He was thinking about what preparations he needed to do to become a cartoonist.

The original owner's voice is too milky and not suitable for singing, and the entertainment circle of this era is chaotic, it is not easy to sing quietly. He also has dyslexia, and he has a headache when he sees things with a lot of words, so even when he is the boss, he feels pain when he reads reports.

After thinking about it, it seems that it is still suitable to be a cartoonist.

When he came to the classroom, the first thing he saw was Zhang Wei there, spitting on him, talking about encountering homeless people the day before yesterday and sending them home.

"Tiantong, is what Ah Wei is telling the truth?" The classmates who were listening to 'Story Story' gathered around him as soon as they saw him.

"..." To be honest, An Yinong couldn't remember how those people reacted. He stayed for a while and left, not very comfortable with the atmosphere of family reunion.

"Right," he said hesitantly.

Zhang Wei immediately came over and hooked his neck: "Did you hear? This is what the three of us did together, and the three of us can prove it. I've said it for a long time, and I have experienced it myself, old man. No deception."

The class became lively. They surrounded Zhang Wei and asked about the details of the incident.

Zhao Gang shook his head beside him. He looked up and saw An Yinong who was arranging his schoolbag. He suddenly remembered what this 'eldest young master' looked like when he was in the ice room.

Inexplicable, Zhao Gang felt that the friendly An Yinong was just pretending to be an ordinary student and playing with them. He must be serious...

Just thinking about this, Zhao Gang saw An Yinong open the book and take a look, covering his head in pain.

"..." Okay, maybe there is no disguise about the pain of reading.

Why does 'dyslexia' exist? It's too difficult, even An Yinong, who thinks he has good self-control, wants to throw books many times.

What does it feel like every time you open the textbook and see a group of characters dancing hand in hand?

He wants to read word by word for a title that others can understand at a glance, and may read it wrong. What does it feel like?

An Yinong liked reading books so much in his last life, but now he has a headache when he sees books. Every time I open the textbook with a feeling of "seeing a doctor and taking medicine".

However, few people believe this kind of thing, and it is even more difficult to generate empathy.

"Hold on." He could only bite his lip and force himself to watch.

With this determination, An Yinong was very serious in class. The teacher tried to ask him to get up to answer the question, but he answered all the questions correctly. They were very happy, even the math teacher who was always stubborn couldn't bear it. Live to praise him for doing a good job today.

After class, the students gathered around and asked with a smile, why did the eldest young master work so hard today?

An Yinong thought about it and said that he met a former classmate the day before yesterday and was a little unwilling.

He didn't go into details, but others will make up their minds. They think that An Yinong wants to work hard and become an excellent student to take revenge.

"The pressure is so great. The young master has begun to work hard." Zhang Wei shouted, and was beaten by An Yinong.

"Don't call me young master again."

He also draws cartoons for others between classes. His desktop cartoons have become a new trend in the class. Even female classmates come over and diligently want a big beauty.

During this interaction, An Yinong became familiar with these classmates who had been with them for more than half a year and still had no contact. They even made an appointment where to play in the future.

In this atmosphere, An Yinong felt that the original owner's emotional fluctuations were gradually smoothed out, and it seemed that he was less resentful and despairing - this is of course false.

When he saw the English teacher Zhang Yu, the hatred surged again, trying to drown An Yinong's reason.

"I know she has been targeting you, and I also know that her 'goodness' is full of evil, I know it. I will tear that layer of hypocrisy."

He kept saying to himself, like to appease the original owner, and like to appease himself.

The last class of the day was still English. Teacher Zhang was wearing an expensive white suit. She picked up the pointer, and the watch she accidentally revealed was flashing.

She still called An Yinong to answer the question that day.

"Teacher, I have a question." An Yinong did not answer, but asked instead.

expensive.

Yes, speaking English is more noble than speaking Chinese in this era of Hong Kong City.

"No, this question is more appropriate in Chinese."

Teacher Zhang nodded, looked at him and sighed, with disappointment in his eyes, but judo in his mouth: "Tell me."

"Teacher, asking questions to classmates in class is generally to see if the students are listening carefully to the class and to test the students' mastery of the knowledge they have learned. Am I right?"

She nodded.

"Then, every now and then, you and my father, who is not home, have long conversations all night, reading the English book in the night light, and discussing my study with him in the bed."

Speaking of this, he laughed and looked at Teacher Zhang Yu, whose eyes changed suddenly with the same soft expression: "Then you should know my level of study very well. I don’t care about my learning progress if the class doesn’t land?”

"You..." She trembled her lower lip, barely holding the pointer in her hand.

An Yinong looked at her with a smile on her face: "Considering that I have parents and their marriage is still alive, I assume that you are absolutely kind and don't mix any interests, then ...can you share some of my concern with others?"

After finishing speaking, An Yinong stopped laughing and looked at Teacher Zhang with a cold expression. The whole class fell silent, and everyone was staring at Teacher Zhang.

But she was speechless at the moment, perhaps she never thought that this matter would break out in such a dramatic way.

For a long time, she finally found her own voice: "No, it's not what you think..."

"I didn't think much of it, even if you lay down with my father, talking to each other honestly and talking about how badly I was behaving. I'm sure you're innocent. , I believe you have the virtues of being a teacher, I believe you are fine as a person, and I believe that this famous watch on your wrist is just a thank you gift from my father as a parent."

An Yinong said word by word: "I dare to believe, do you dare to do it?"

Teacher Zhang trembled.

The school bell rang, Miss Zhang ran away with small steps covering her chest. After she left, the class exploded.

"Gosh...I didn't expect it at all."

"Me too."

An Yinong lowered his head to pack his schoolbag, and other classmates came over: "Is it true? Is she really... and your old bean?"

"Didn't I believe she was innocent?"

"Cut." This expression was so fake that no one believed it, and they asked again, "Then you say it now, aren't you afraid your old bean will be angry?"

"He is angry with me?" An Yinong thought of what was going to happen today, "He may not have time to be angry."

"Huh?" An Yinong's voice was so soft that he couldn't hear it clearly.

"It's nothing, I don't want to discuss her anymore." An Yinong continued to pack his schoolbag and put his English books into the bag. The tabletop was clean with only the bamboo forest he drew before.

These students also noticed the painting on the desktop, he changed the subject: "Ah, that, He Tiantong, you are so good at painting, why haven't you shown it before?"

"Without extra points, can it change the fact that I fail on average?"

"It's not like that, people who can draw and play musical instruments are very good. Is it only good at reading?"

"Of course not." An Yinong admitted his mistake, "You are right, I was wrong."

In this era, the economy is growing rapidly, people's ideas are changing rapidly, and they are very tolerant of new things. Indeed, without reading, there are many other ways out.

While they were talking, other students in the back row also came over: "You were stinking when you talked to anyone before. I thought you were the eldest young master and looked down on us."

"I don't hate you, I am..." An Yinong shook his head with a wry smile and lowered his voice, "I hate English teachers, so I hate all the decisions she makes."

When he said it, others understood.

"It's true that she knows the face but not the heart. But she will continue to target you in the future, what should I do?"

"No way, can't you be fired for doing this shit?"

"How can it be so easy? I heard that she has something to do with the principal. I see, it will be difficult for Tiantong to be a man after that."

An Yinong had packed his schoolbag and stood up, he said meaningfully: "Don't worry, I can't manage it, then find someone who can manage it."

People don't know why.

Saying goodbye to classmates, An Yinong walked out with a schoolbag.

"Host, you offended this teacher Zhang like this, and she will definitely blow the pillow against you in the future. Isn't this a slap in the face?"

"Fighting the grass to startle the snake? Don't you know what the plot is today?"

"Ah? What's the story of today?" The system looked blank, "A rainy Monday...Ah, the original owner's parents divorced?"

An Yinong looked at the sky, he chose to break this matter today, one is for the public opinion environment, and the other is to vent the pain she has brought to the original owner for a long time.

Abscesses are painful for a while, but not for a lifetime.

Uncle Cai drove his car early and parked at the school gate, he walked over to open the car door.

"Look at the host." The system reminded him.

"What?" An Yinong turned his head and saw Zhang Ming in the crowd, the young man was looking at him with a cold look. It seemed that if he was given a chance, he would climb up and bite him.

"Oh, I really don't hide my maliciousness." An Yinong looked straight at him unceremoniously, and sneered.

"Why did he hate the original owner so much? The original owner didn't hurt him." The system didn't understand.

"Some malicious people don't need a reason, and they don't need to try to find a reason for the wicked to do evil."

An Yinong turned his head and got into the car: There are so two poisonous snakes around, it is inconvenient to do anything, let's solve it early.

"Master, today we have to go to the old house." When An Yinong sat down, the driver in front said.

"What happened?"

"This," Uncle Cai hesitated, "I don't know exactly."

"Really? That's the trouble." An Yinong raised his mouth.

"You're welcome, it's my duty." Ah Cai said with a smile, and started the car.

The scenery outside the window has been regressing. I don't know when it will rain outside. The drizzle is hazy. He remembered that the first time he crossed, it was also a rainy day. What was he thinking at that time? Live a day, earn a day.

Now it is different, he will live well, for the original owner, and for himself.

"Little Seven, please watch a good show later."