I’m Walking the Career Line In Dog Blood

The next day he came to school as usual, but as soon as he arrived, he saw that his desk was scratched with a knife, and the bamboo forest painting was naturally destroyed. Several people gathered around his table: "It's too much, it's like this. Tiantong, who did you offend?"

An Yinong probably knew who it was, he smiled: "I'll apply for a new table at noon."

"You'll have to find this guy even at a new table."

"Hmm." It won't be long.

Today's first class is English, Mr. Zhang's class. She looked a little haggard, as weak and beautiful as rain beat pear blossoms. But students of this age are still more willing to pay attention to those gossips than such a pure beauty.

They stared at Teacher Zhang Yu curiously, exploring the deep meaning of each expression. The good reputation she had built up over two years was destroyed overnight.

This time, Teacher Zhang Yu did not name An Yinong again, and asked him to stand up to answer the question, but just looked at him with a very sad look.

An Yinong was indifferent, he would rather look down at the letters dancing hand in hand.

When the class was over, Teacher Zhang Yu didn't leave. She seemed to want to talk to An Yinong, and An Yinong grabbed the other students and discussed the recent comics with 'interested'.

"Student He Tiantong." Teacher Zhang Yu came over. The students surrounding him all showed the expressions of "Oh, here we come". An Yinong took a deep breath and was thinking about the countermeasures when the door suddenly opened, and the always strict vice-principal appeared at the door.

"Mr. Zhang, please come over."

Mr. Zhang is gone. As soon as she left, the class became lively again.

"She's so cheap, she seduces the parents of the students with this expression."

"By the way, Tiantong, why is the vice principal looking for her? Is it because of him and your Laodou?" The classmates who knew about Teacher Zhang Yu and his father gathered around.

"I don't know either." An Yinong immersed himself in preview and review. If the congenital conditions are insufficient, he will make up for it with acquired efforts.

He held an embroidery needle from Granny Lian in his hand.

Whenever he saw that string of flying words and wanted to grab the ground with his head, or threw the book on the ground and stepped on it, he would give it to himself. There are needles all over his legs now.

It has successfully exercised Aynon's endurance.

"I would like to say sorry to the 'poor students' who have been misunderstood by me. It turns out that reading is really not all you need to do. Some people have to do their best to read a book in its entirety. ."

He is not a real teenager, but an adult with enough willpower, even an adult who has learned the Four Books and Five Classics and can write poetry and fu, but he is still frustrated.

Study is really hard for him.

This difficulty is not only in reading, but also in writing. He needs to be very careful to confirm word by word, so as not to miss a word or make a typo (reverse the order of words) when writing.

In the afternoon, people from the next class came to inquire about the news: "I heard that Teacher Zhang seduced the parents of a person in your class."

An Yinong stopped writing and smiled in the face of everyone's gaze: "There is such a thing."

This person didn't know that An Yinong was the party. He saw that he was so calm and thought he was also watching the crowd: "You don't know, because of this incident, Teacher Zhang was fired. I like her. One of the seniors said he was going to teach that person a lesson."

Senior? Others looked at An Yinong with some worry, and An Yinong smiled at them comfortingly, not taking it seriously.

If he can easily be knocked down by an ordinary person who has never learned, then his martial arts practice for so many years is in vain.

However, he waited until school was over, and he didn't wait for this senior who was going to teach him a lesson, but he met Zhang Ming who was waiting at the door of the class.

Zhang Ming already knew about his aunt, but he didn't know about the 'dropout' that was about to happen to him, so although he was angry, he was not so angry.

"I want to chat with you." Zhang Ming stopped him.

"Hey! What do you want to do?" Unexpectedly, it was Zhang Wei who stood up to block Zhang Ming at this time, "You are Teacher Zhang's nephew, right? Don't go too far."

Hearing such a gossip, the other students also stopped.

"I have something to tell him." Zhang Ming turned to An Yinong again, "I want to talk to you."

"My driver is waiting for me, sorry." An Yinong was not going to stay and waste time with him. Seeing this, Zhang Ming reached out his hand to grab him, but was turned back by An Yinong who had "eyes behind his back".

An Yinong pulled his wrist with one hand, pressed the other's shoulder with the other, and twisted the person to the corner with a flip, his face against the wall, Zhang Ming let out a pained wailing.

"Ah, I'm sorry." An Yinong looked at his embarrassed appearance and let go with a smile, "There are always one or two evil people mixed in with good people, so it's a conditioned reflex."

"This hand is too handsome." The classmates who haven't left can't help but applaud, "You are amazing!"

"I won the prize." An Yinong also deliberately clasped his fists with both hands and played with his classmates with a smile.

This scene in Zhang Ming's eyes is even more jealous.

He always felt that 'He Tiantong' was a waste of nothing, a waste of social resources.

If those resources were placed on an excellent person, such as him, then his achievements would be ten times, a hundred times more than what he is now!

"It's amazing to have money, as long as you have enough money, dead wood can also be packaged into a good talent." Zhang Ming sarcastically, "It's your family who asked to dismiss my aunt?"

An Yinong narrowed his eyes: "Yeah, my father cried bitterly and expressed that he wanted to change his past. He insisted on coming, but I couldn't stop him. Husband and wife are blessed for a hundred days... Who knows, my unconscionable father, who said they are dewy mandarin ducks, where did the husband and wife come from?"

After tearing up his father, An Yinong looked at Zhang Ming again: "But I think, your aunt should be mentally prepared? He can abandon his wife and people to be happy, then abandon a What's wrong with a lover who has slept a few times? You can't be thinking of becoming a second wife. Didn't the monogamy marriage law come out a few years ago? The law does not recognize second marriage.

"Ah, by the way, classmate Zhang, you are here...Isn't it the one who came to me on behalf of Teacher Zhang to ask for sin?"

An Yinong sighed: "I know you look down on people who don't study well, so you don't like me everywhere. However, if I don't study well, it can only mean that my talent for exams is not good. Anyway, at least I know how to be polite and honest, know what to do and what not to do. You have such good grades, do you know what to do and what not to do?"

The students in several classes in the corridor all looked over, their eyes were like arrows, shooting Zhang Ming into a hedgehog.

Zhang Ming felt that he had been deceived, how did that little fool become so articulate? In two sentences, the contradiction between them has been transformed from rich and poor to learning well and learning poorly. And since when did he get along so well with his classmates?

"He Tiantong, you!"

"Student Zhang Ming!" An Yinong interrupted him with a serious expression, "I understand your mood, and I am willing to stand in your perspective and be considerate of your aunt. Then, compare your heart to heart, Can you think from the perspective of a victim of a broken family like me?

"You and your aunt, have you never reflected?"

The contempt and whispers of everyone drowned Zhang Ming directly, he leaned against the wall and could hardly breathe.

An Yinong turned to leave, his face sullen and hurried.

With a 'bang', he hit the person and shook the other party's things off.

"I'm sorry, are you okay?" An Yinong bent down and picked up the things on the ground. It was an original black book in English.

He raised his head, he was about to return the book to the other party, but stopped when he saw the person: "Ah...it's you."

"It's me, what were you thinking just now? I called you and you didn't answer?" The speaker had a handsome face, his hair was carefully trimmed into three or seven points, and he looked like a human being He looks like a human being, it is Wen Long, the protagonist of the plot.

Wen Long seems to be a college student at the moment.

"It's nothing, I just want to go home early." An Yinong looked up and the driver was waiting for him at the usual stop. If he shouted, he would come over there.

"Is there something wrong at home?" Wen Long asked.

"Yeah, are you okay? I'll go first." He shoved the book into the other's hand.

Because Wen Long was wearing human skin and pretending to be an ordinary good-hearted person at this time, An Yinong turned his face before he came up, but at this time he seemed a little polite and cold.

This indifference was seen by Wen Long, he frowned, and smiled again: "Are you leaving soon? Are you unhappy to see me?"

"Should I be happy?" An Yinong smiled reluctantly, "I already know what you and Zhang Ming planned, no matter what, I still want to thank you for helping me."

When he heard the word 'Zhang Ming', Wen Long grabbed the book in his hand and smiled: "What did you say?"

"I heard what Zhang Ming and Zhang Yu's teacher said, you are the one he paid for, right? You deliberately made friends with me and wanted to make me gay, okay Let Zhang Ming's aunt marry my father and be Mrs. He, and Zhang Ming will naturally become an adopted son."

An Yinong looked at him, reached out and grabbed his hair, his eyes looked away, and turned back: "I'm disappointed, I don't like boys. No matter how much Zhang Ming gives you, you can find I'm not interested in other people playing this game."

Wen Long's expression could no longer be maintained: "What do you mean? He said he paid me to hire me? His aunt is going to be your stepmother?"

"Don't you know? He didn't tell you when he hired you? His aunt and my dad are not a secret. Now my family is falling out, as you want?" An Yinong sneered , "Why is this expression? Zhang Ming didn't give enough money? He used my dad's money very well, didn't he?"

Wen Long's expression was extremely ugly.

Yes, he did not doubt An Yinong's words, at least most of them did.

Because the relationship between Zhang Ming and him is very secret, not many people know about it. Moreover, An Yinong was a student with simple social relations. If Zhang Ming hadn't said it himself, An Yinong would have no reason to know about it.

In addition, Zhang Ming's dependent aunt wanted to marry into the He family, and he didn't know about it. He now suspects that he is being used as a tool.

Zhang Ming saved him, and it is indeed very special, but it does not mean that Wen Long can bear this kind of thing. This was a blow to his pride and hurt his self-esteem.

"...Host, you are so awesome." The system couldn't help applauding, the same set of rhetoric, it's not enough to cheat the scumbag, and it also has to cheat the green tea man once.

"What the **** is this? I'm just saying what they did."

An Yinong with an angry expression was calm and calm, so he would not interfere, let these two dogs bite the dog.

Besides, he said so, it is impossible for Wen Long not to check, and after checking, he will know that the 'He family' that An Yinong said is the media He family.

If you want to make a crooked idea, take it easy.

"Mr. Wen, I treat you as a brother, and you, you treat me as a business." An Yinong was heartbroken, like a big boy who was really hurt.

"No, Tiantong..."

"You don't need to explain. Now my family knows about my father and his aunt, and the family is very unhappy and may have to cut off the money for them. If you are short of money, go and ask for it earlier. , I can't get it back later."

An Yinong turned and left, walking quickly to his car. Wen Long behind him clutched the book tightly with his fingers, his face uncertain.

He read Zhang Ming's name in his mouth, and his eyes flashed a wicked look.

Sit in the car, An Yinong smiled, he took out the map with the marked locations, the red dots on it were all large and small bookstores: "Uncle Cai, go to Sanyou Bookstore first. Maybe today I'm going home later, I want to turn around here, how long will it take?"

Uncle Cai looked at the dense dots on the map and quickly drew a route map in his mind: "If you don't count anything else, an hour is enough."

"Let's go then."

Now that I have taken over this magazine publishing house, I have to do my best.

"Good sir." The driver started the car.