107. The moonlight is stunning

Looking at Jia Liping's twisted expression, Yang Yi smiled and shook his head, looked at him with a condescending look, and felt that the posture was not very comfortable, so he squatted in front of Jia Liping: "What are we called? The storytelling usually says '分! But seeing the momentum of the host and the guest change instantly, the situation suddenly changes...', it seems that he said that? Hehe, otherwise, what would you say, the best laugh to the end! Principal, you seem to have lost your way on the road of life again."

Jia Liping gritted his teeth and didn't say anything. His head was blank now, and he didn't know what to say.

Secretary Tang saw the movement here, looked over from afar, and then turned around and continued to talk to the driver about his topic.

"Actually, although I got married to you the day I came back, I was just to protect myself. You see, I didn't care about the miserable things you had in my previous life!" Yang Yi recalled with emotion, not caring whether Jia Liping could understand: "How old are you, you are so old and don't do serious things every day. It's not enough to provoke me once, and you still come one after another. Do you really think I'm a heitty?"

Jia Liping has not yet woken up from the attack that the Commission for Discipline Inspection has intervened, and he still looks pale and dazed. So he didn't listen to what Yang Yi said, but only saw a look of pity for all living beings.

If Yang Yi put more than a dozen arms behind him, then shaved his head and knocked out a bag on his head, he might be able to put it on the lotus platform to pretend to be a magical monster.

Seeing Jia Liping's body and mind being greatly damaged, Yang Yi became even more interested. In fact, as long as it did not touch his bottom line, no matter how provoked it, he just smiled and ignored it.

But once his bottom line is broken, it is like now...

"Actually, in theory, I can have the present, thank God, thank the Time and Space Administration, thank God Allah, Shakyamuni, and should not be so irritable. Finally, I will do it again, be a writer or something, make some money, and then marry an ordinary woman who is neither ugly nor beautiful, and have two children. The first one is a girl and the second one is a boy. When the eldest daughter gets married and the son can stand alone, he retires from his position, and then lives a leisurely life of playing Go every day, and then dies earlier than his wife. I actually want to live such a life!" Yang Yi pretended to be ticked: "Look, the facts prove that I didn't deliberately come out to steal the limelight. Damn, I'm a bestseller writer, and I'm still so low-key, I really can't afford to live!"

"So you bastard! You just don't let someone live!" Yang Yi picked up the booklet that no one asked for and threw it hard on Jia Liping's face: "Principal! I just want to play basketball..."

"Uh, sorry, I got the wrong line!" Yang Yi touched his head, smiled awkwardly, and then he looked fiercely: "Principal, I just want to copy books and make money. Is this too annoying you? Ah! This too annoying you?"

Jia Liping, who had gritted his teeth for a while, was stunned for a while, heard Yang Yi's words, and accurately captured the word "copying books" from a large number of unclear online terms in later generations, just like a drowning person catching the last straw: "You said yourself, you copied books! I did not falsely accuse you of you, you copied books!"

Yang Yi supported his cheeks with his arms and looked at Jia Liping quietly. When he stopped yelling, he continued to curl his lips in surprise like he was drinking tea and chatting: "So what if I copied it, you bite me?"

For a moment, the principal in front of the speechless numb face looked at Yang Yi's mouth blankly. In his opinion, every word that was spit out of this mouth now was as poisonous as it was!

"I have someone above me! I want to sue you for plagiarism. The people from the Education Bureau will definitely investigate this matter clearly!" Jia Liping's fingers cut out a few finger marks on the hard-earned field.

"Oh, then you go!" Yang Yi and his sighed regretfully: "By the way, I forgot to tell you that Director Fang of our No. 3 Middle School is a good habit and understands the truth that a good memory is not as good as a bad pen. So in addition to trading with your money and power, there are also records of eating, drinking and getting cards from some leaders of the Education Bureau... How about it, is there a kind of emotion brewing? That's the feeling of hating the heavens, hating the earth and hating the people?"

Yang Yi felt that he imitated Heshen, played by Wang Gang, and he imitated very well.

"Cry out, just cry out." Yang Yi patted Jia Liping on the shoulder, then used his other hand to pull out a tissue from his pocket, and wiped the hand that patted his shoulder carefully: "Cry out for a while, and then everything will pass! Well, if you can sleep on the Discipline Inspection Commission."

"Isn't it just a matter of more than 100,000?" Jia Liping suddenly figured out and smiled grimly, struggling to stand up: "So what about those people from the Education Bureau coming down? Can you still move to the top leader of the Red Army? As long as he doesn't leave, I will come back sooner or later. What tricks do you know, a little kid!"

Rather than saying that Jia Liping's words were counterattacks against Yang Yi, it would be better to say that they were just to give him peace of mind, full of a sense of being harsh and cowardly on the inside.

"Oh, that's true!" Yang Yi pursed his lips and nodded, as if he was deeply convinced of Jia Liping's words. Then he suddenly said in surprise: "By the way, you see that the man over there is not, the one with golden glasses, Jiang Jianmo's secretary. Do you understand what it means? Your booklet was first reached by Secretary Jiang before transferring to the Discipline Inspection Commission..."

Jia Liping looked at Yang Zhang's mouth several times as if he had seen a ghost, but he still couldn't speak. Yang Yi also looked back with a happy look of "Long live understanding": "You understand, I'm very happy."

The last sentence finally took the time for Jia Liping's strength, and he no longer had the intention of trying to stand up. He just leaned on the ground and didn't move. His eyes seemed to look at Yang and the nothingness behind Yang Yi, but after careful observation, his eyes were actually not at all focal, and even Jia Liping himself didn't know what he was looking at.

This time it was really over! The conversation that took less than an hour of total time seemed to have taken away the bones of Jia Liping's body. Even if he was demoted and sent to this remote town, he never felt that he would stay here for the rest of his life. He always felt that he was able to play chess, at least he was a person who controlled the fate of those students' families.

It turns out that I have always taken myself too seriously...

It turns out that there is indeed no airtight wall in the world...

It turns out that the saying that retribution is not just a saying!

...

"Xiao Yang, it's really unnecessary for you to do this." At the gate of the primary school, Secretary Tang finally couldn't help but turn around: "You give me, and even Secretary Jiang's feeling, you have always been calm and moderate, different from other children! Why is it like playing house this time, and it's too willful."

"A villain takes revenge from morning to night! Ten thousand years is too long, and you have to seize the day! How can you repay kindness with kindness?" Yang Yixiao smiled. It was because of his every step of the way and because he pretended to see through the worldly feelings that he implicated Su Wan. The same mistake was the fool who made the second mistake.

Secretary Tang's eyes twitched sharply a few times, and wanted to say something, but swallowed the words again.

His own secretary has no choice but to do this child, so what else can he say?

Su Wan has never been a person who likes to talk. Another driver of a small car was born in a big soldier, and Jiang Jianmo's secretary was in charge. He was not too talkative. The atmosphere in the car fell silent for a moment.

Just when Yang Yi felt the atmosphere was a little off and wanted to get out of the car and say goodbye, he received a call from Yu Pu over there: "Little thing, I heard from Lao Xue that you have something wrong again?"

A few words explained what happened these days. Just as Yang Yi was about to hang up the phone, he suddenly remembered that he still had a request for Yu Yupu, so he smiled with a calm face: "Principal, is this... Is this... going to be the final exam? Then what, the question of scores?"

Yu Pu, who was on the other end of the phone, was more than just happy when he heard this. He was so smiling that his eyes were gone. He could only vaguely see his eyebrows: "Boy, do you still have a day to ask for me? Oh, I didn't expect it!"

This old disrespect! Yang Yi gritted his teeth, and his mother's resentful face floated in front of him. If he hadn't solved this problem early, he would probably have a bad New Year - who would be happy to celebrate the Spring Festival with his mother's nagging and earnestness?

"Principal, you old man..." Yang Yi was really helpless. If he had known that he would be like this now, why should he listen to the fat man's instigation to the high school? It was really vanity that killed people, why bother?

"What's wrong with me? I want to ask you what's wrong with you? A student doesn't do serious business every day and throws his studies aside... In the end, he is still going to let me cover you up?" Yu Pu's voice became louder, which made Yang Yi very puzzled. Did this old man take gun medicine today? Why did he get confused about his own learning again?

"Hmph! You could have the little girl who helped you draw comics to show off your face the day before yesterday. Why can't you announce your identity as the author of "Song Dynasty"? Such a great opportunity to give our principal a face..."

Yang Yi was speechless, afraid that this old man would have to recruit him for the first time he met at Zhiweiju last summer. Is this the idea?

I still don’t understand the loneliness of being plotted to be a school mascot! My understanding of the word “crawling” is still too young!

"Well, Brother Tang, when you arrive at Xichang Street, you can put me down. I'm going to go to school."

School? Secretary Tang looked at this boy Yang with the look of looking at the monster for a moment, right? No wonder something was wrong since last night. He insisted on coming to the dirty Jia Liping, and now he is taking the initiative to go to the school...

...

The two of them turned around at the intersection of Xichang Street. Yang Yi followed Su Wan behind him. The girl would not go back alone in a car that she had never known each other. Yang Yi had to let her follow behind.

"You are a celebrity now, so you are not afraid of being recognized on the street? Why don't you take a taxi home?"

Su Wan Momo glanced at him, making Yang Yi feel more and more that this girl should change her name to Su Momo or Su Yumo. In short, this is the name that is true.

Seeing that Su Wan had no intention of leaving, Yang Yi scratched his head and said helplessly: "Why don't you wait for me outside the school? I'll find someone and come out."

A long and long silence.

Yang Yi suddenly realized that he had never understood this girl. Although Su Wan looked naturally cold and cold, there were many things hidden in the girl's heart, but she just didn't say it.

"Why should I take me to see that person?"

The old-fashioned tram shaking past the two of them. There were houses with blue bricks and red tiles on both sides. They would be demolished one by one in about a few years. The leaves of the sycamore trees had already fallen, leaving only mottled blue-gray branches.

Just under such an oil painting-like sky, Su Wan looked at Yang Yi's gaze, piercing Yang Yi's heart like a scalpel.

Although they have much richer experiences than the girls around them, these experiences do not include how to deal with girls. Even if they are reborn, they are still a waste of feelings.

Yang Yi was at a loss. He was not ready to face his heart, although he had held the girl's hand several times that day.

"Anyway... I don't want to see someone bullying you."

Some answers are not the question.

But beyond Yang Yi's surprise, Su Wan's thin body hesitated for a moment, and suddenly merged into Yang Yi's shoulders, cold, like the frosty moonlight at night, clear but lingering.

It’s about to be separated, but the taste is never forgotten.
Chapter completed!