Chongqing City, No. 1 Middle School, Shuxiangjingyuan.

This is the district room of a key university.

There is only one road away from No. 1 Middle School.

The house prices are shockingly high, but the environment is old and there is no elevator in the older rooms.

However, this land belongs to the Qiao family.

Almost half of the assets in Chongqing are owned by the Qiao family.

But the Qiao family has ancestral precepts and rules.

Children and grandchildren must not be obsessed with pleasure.

The heir apparent left home to study. If he wants to imitate the bastards of the rich second generation outside, he will have his own family rules to teach him.

However, Qiao Yu was also satisfied.

Full of joy, he took the key to his new home from Uncle Zhou and dragged Jiang Yin away.

"By the way, how did you get your student status?"

Qiao Yu took out the key and opened the keyhole.

Jiang Yinheng grunted as he walked in, put down his luggage, and said something vague.

"I don't know, my dad did it for me."

"That's good."

Jiang Yin carefully looked at her nonchalant look and breathed a sigh of relief.

Mr. Qiao is a low-key person, but the Jiang family is not low-key.

The young master of the Jiang family came to No. 1 Middle School, smashed up a teaching building, and successfully entered the school.

If Qiao Yu knew that the parents of the two families favored one over the other, he would probably feel uncomfortable.

The two entered the house.

I found that this house is quite big.

Three bedrooms and one living room layout.

Although the home is old, it is neat, clean and comfortable.

Jiang Yin spread out his luggage and prepared to pack their luggage.

Qiao Yu didn't bring many things.

A Jiuxiao Qingyun Sword, a pouring cup of Nanshan Yunwu Tea, the commonly used ink stone and calligraphy treasures, and the classics that I have to memorize in the past few days.

They are all from Xiaonanshan.

I really didn’t bring anything from the Qiao family.

Jiang Yin thought to himself, no wonder Mr. Qiao got so angry early in the morning and refused to let anyone wait on him.

He was burying his head in packing things, but he didn't want to hear a scream from the living room.

"Jiang Mingying!"

The young man was startled and ran away quickly.

"What's wrong?"

In the living room, Qiao Yu stood in front of the sofa with a look of horror.

She stretched out her white and slender fingertips and pointed at the wall.

"Look."

There is a TV!

"Depend on!"

Jiang Yin's eyes widened!

There is a TV!

The two of them had a small tacit understanding and immediately glanced at the clock.

Twelve noon!

Children's TV!

Playing Digimon!

Qiao Yu quickly sat on the sofa.

Jiang Yin immediately took out the remote control.

"Have you remembered the volume?" Qiao Yu reminded.

"Forget it, remember it."

Needless to say?

When they were children, they secretly watched TV, even the position of the remote control was correct.

Turn on the volume, which channel, and even prepare a wet towel to put behind the TV to cool it down.

Watching TV with one ear.

One ear also listens to footsteps.

Like a thief.

However, the two of them have not touched the TV since they were six years old.

Being able to watch TV now is an unexpected blessing!

only......

When Qiao Yu saw a group of sheep on TV, he was confused.

"Why isn't it a Digimon?"

I remember correctly.

The two of them memorized the schedule for children's TV cartoons by heart.

Jiang Yin also frowned.

What is this lazy sheep?

Qiao Yu wants to see Digimon.

She thought seriously about the huge network of people the Qiao family knew.

"I remember that my cousin's second aunt's brother-in-law's son is a host at Children's TV. Just ask."

"become!"

Jiang Yin found the landline and started asking for numbers.

Pity the little host, he thought that the prince of the Qiao family had some important orders, and even the director of the station was alarmed.

He answered the phone with fear, and the result...

What the hell!

You ask me why I don’t broadcast Digimon!

Why!

It’s an old anime from the past ten years!

Tell me why!

The little host is about to cry.

I can't bear to hit her yet.

"Prince." He said carefully, "Are you not connected to the Internet?"
Chapter completed!