Happy Little Scholar

This world is different from the future. In the few years here, Li Yi gradually understood some truths.

For some people, if you reason with them, they will act like a gangster with you, if you argue with them about the law, they will act like a gangster with you, and if you act like a gangster with them, they will be even more gangster than you...

To deal with such gangsters, the best option is to forget about principles and laws and just flip the table.

Just like playing chess with a tsundere lolita, who loses and who wins, who has the advantage and who is at a disadvantage, it doesn't actually matter, as long as she finally uses the ultimate killing move, the super invincible roaring dog of the universe, or the contestants directly transform into referees If you designate yourself to win, the game will be unplayable.

Similarly, under the influence of Tsundere Lolita, Li Yi no longer wants to play with the Cui family.

Let's just flip the table. With an old gangster like Mr. Xu here, let's see who is more gangster than who?

"Sir, is the soup ready..." Tsundere Loli sat in the yard, staring at her.

Li Yi retracted his thoughts, opened the lid of the casserole, picked up the spoon and tasted it, then turned around and said: "That's it, that's it..."

Liumeng.

Dozens of people stood respectfully in an open space, looking at a sloppy old man in front of them, with excitement on their faces, and bowed and said: "But it's up to the seniors to send you!"

The sloppy old man turned around and gestured. Someone had already handed out pieces of paper to their hands.

He calmly said in a cold voice: "Look carefully, none of the names you see tonight can be missing!"

"As you command!"

Everyone bowed and their voices echoed throughout the school grounds.

Qin Mansion.

The servants of the Qin family saw a drunken figure walking into the house. They glanced away and looked away. They had long been accustomed to the Fifth Master's appearance.

What's strange is that there is always a man supporting him on weekdays, but today he came back alone.

Qin Yan walked out of the hall, feeling depressed in his heart.

Qin Yu has disappeared for nearly a month. In this month, not even a bit of news has been sent back. He has also asked everyone he can think of in Kyoto one by one, but there is also no news. So far, , he finally had a bad premonition in his heart.

This is not like the traitor's character, and it is really inconsistent with common sense. He seems to have completely disappeared from the world. Not only the Qin family can't find him, but even the government and the Secret Service can't find him... …

Although he didn't know his son that well, he knew very well that he didn't have the ability to hide even if the Secret Service couldn't find him.

He was already depressed, and when he saw that drunken figure walking over, he was naturally even more upset.

"You went drinking again, look at you now, how can you still look like a human being!"

The fifth master of the Qin family raised his head, looked at him seriously, and said, "Brother, I actually don't like you talking about me like that."

Qin Yan's eyes widened. This was the first time in recent years that he saw his fifth brother talk back. He pointed at him and couldn't believe it: "Look in the mirror and see how you look. I did it all for Qin Yan." It’s my family’s face, you, how dare you talk back!”

"Face?" Mr. Fifth Prime Minister Qin smiled mockingly and said, "Don't deceive yourself. How can the Qin family have any face? The Qin family's face was not lost by me, but by you people..."

Qin Yan showed an angry look on his face, pointed at him and said: "How much wine did you drink at night..., bastard, bastard, you can say what you want, do you still have any rules?"

Qin He looked at him seriously, shook his head and said: "Rules..., don't be naive, rules are meant to be broken. The worst I can do is to flip the table and stop playing..."

He murmured and then said: "Also, I don't like you calling me - bastard."

boom!

Qin Yan's body flew back into the house, knocking over several tables and chairs.

Qin He stretched out his hand to touch his forehead and murmured: "I'm really drunk. I can't even control my hands and feet. Wu Er, why don't you give me a hand... Wu Er..."

After saying this for a few words, he nodded with some clarity, "Oh, Wu Er is gone..."

"I'm coming……"

A strong figure ran over from behind, supported his shaky body, then looked at the Qin family servants on the side, and said angrily: "Are they all dead? Why are you still standing there? Why don't you go help him quickly?" master……"

…

Kyoto is the richest place in Jingguo, and it is also where the most powerful officials gather.

In the same city, there are poor people who have nothing to eat and are worried about their livelihood, and there are also dignitaries who fish and eat during the day and play music at night.

The two regions, one south and one north, are like two completely different worlds.

A luxurious mansion somewhere in the southern district of Kyoto.

The naked middle-aged fat man had just climbed down from his seventh concubine, whom he had just married a few days ago, and wiped the sweat from his forehead. He glanced inadvertently, and the sweat that had just been wiped off appeared again.

Only this time, it was a cold sweat.

His body shook a few times, and he looked at the figure sitting at the table in the hall, his whole body covered in a cloak, and said in a trembling voice: "You..., you..., who are you?"

"Is it done?" A surprised voice came from under the cloak, "It's a bit fast..., is your kidney not working?"

As soon as the words fell, two figures walked over slowly, and one of them glanced at the naked woman on the bed.

Another person beside him coughed lightly: "Pay attention to discipline."

The man immediately withdrew his gaze, looked at his nose, nose, and heart. He raised his toes, and the quilt that fell on the ground flew up to the bed and covered the woman's body.

The woman was already frightened, but the middle-aged fat man pretended to be calm, pointing at the two people and asked: "You, who are you, what do you want to do, do you know who I am?"

One of them waved his hand and said: "Han Dayuan, you are guilty, come with us."

"Han Dayuan?" The middle-aged fat man was stunned and said: "My name is not Han Dayuan..."

"What?" The man was stunned and asked: "Isn't this the Han Mansion?"

The middle-aged fat man said timidly: "It is the Han Mansion, but the Han Dayuan you are talking about is the Han who lives next door. Mansion..."

One of the two took out a portrait from his arms, looked at it carefully, and cursed in a low voice: "Damn, I went to the wrong place..."

He glared at the person next to him, then looked at the middle-aged fat man, and said: "Sorry, I recognized the wrong person. Sorry to bother you. You continue, continue..."

When the two walked out of the door and closed it, one of them turned around and whispered: "Eat more leeks on weekdays, it's good..."

"Scratch the thorn..."

Before the middle-aged fat man finished his words, he felt a sudden pain in his neck and fell limply on the bed.

The woman wanted to open her mouth to scream, but her eyes went black and she lost consciousness.

Not long after, in the house next door, a middle-aged man huddled at the foot of the bed, looking at the two people in the room in horror, and tremblingly said: "You, who are you, what are you doing here?"

A dark shadow in the room asked in a deep voice: "Are you Han Sanyuan?"

The middle-aged man felt relieved and shook his head: "No, no, you recognized the wrong person, I am Han Dayuan..."

"That's right." A man walked up and gently touched his neck, and the middle-aged man was horrified to find that his body could no longer move.

The figure hidden in the cloak said coldly: "Han Dayuan, you have committed a crime, come with us!"