Dragon Ancestor, We Must Save

After finishing the cliché of modesty, her voice revealed a touch of hostility from the inside out.

"But if it's used to entertain adults, it's enough."

This is Han Fei's old friend, a classmate under the master's door. It should have been a very good relationship, but unfortunately now he is a familiar stranger.

Ignoring the strong smell of gunpowder in Han Fei's words, he wanted to hold her against the wall and cry, Ting Wei chuckled.

With her slender fingers, she swept the sundries of Han Fei's desk to the ground, and sat on the desk generously, with her legs crossed, and her fingers tapped the desk in a very rhythmic manner.

"I still like reading so much, even if it's useless. Studying under the master, you have great ambitions and want to change the times. I am short-sighted and just want to change myself. It's a pity, no, you are more than ten times as talented as me. , how can you see the joy of controlling your destiny."

Tingwei reached out and rummaged through a row of bookshelves on the bottom floor, raised a wine jug, and said with a smile, "Habits, haven't changed, really stubborn."

"..."

Han Fei clenched her fists. She wanted to give the rude Lord Tingwei a set of punches and a killing sword. She stood on the edge of the door and looked at the uninvited guests coldly.

In my memory, the girl who talked with Fei and pointed out the country was completely reduced to an exquisite egoist. Time is really scary.

Once upon a time, the two walked hand in hand on the same road.

Instead of choosing to sacrifice everything, embrace the illusory dream tightly, and try to make the epitome of the prosperous world a corner of reality.

The other is grown up and mature, bowing his head in this cruel reality.

"Lord Tingwei, do you have any ideas?"

He took off the cork and poured a sip into his mouth. The turbid and strange taste of the wine made Tingwei almost spit it out.

Extremely unpleasant to drink.

But in the end, Tingwei swallowed his expression unchanged, smiled and said, "Nice wine."

"...that's a medicinal soup for the body and qi."

Tell you to go rudely as soon as you come in.

The corner of Han Fei's mouth rose a little, and he outlined a faint smile, "I forgot to drink it, it took about half a year, but don't worry, it's not poisonous."

The moment Han Fei's voice fell, Ting Wei's smile froze.

How sloppy your life has become after you say goodbye to the master, the good boy who used to be clean and hygienic has now become a sloppy girl living in a pig's kennel, and you still have the medicinal soup from half a year ago, you think it is an old wine what!

Tingwei suppressed the desire to vomit. Of course, she knew that Han Fei was able to be placed under house arrest in Xianyang today.

Tingwei threw away the jug and asked with a smile, "You should have seen the bamboo slips I specially sent earlier."

Tingwei bowed his head and saw the bamboo slips that she suspected to be sent by Miss Lingshi. He smiled lightly, bent down to pick up the bamboo slips, and slowly unfolded them.

Her legs swayed happily, and a playful smile evoked the corners of her mouth, and she joked in a wicked way: "I have seen—"

next moment.

Her pupils shrunk tightly to a point.

White hands held the booklet stiffly.

Almost at this moment, Miss Tingwei was petrified.

Then, frown, roll it up, smash it on the table, and do it in one go.

Han Fei's cold cheeks were reflected in his eyes, and Tingwei's voice showed incredible meaning.

"Why are you still looking at this!"

When Han Fei saw the scroll, he immediately recognized that it was an extracurricular reading that she had confiscated from Fusu a long time ago.

I'm a little curious about what the abbreviation says.

She frowned, pretending to be confident, and said lightly, "Books and tablets are all the wisdom of our ancestors, there is no harm in reading more."

"You...that's all, I'm reassured."

Tingwei has experienced a series of psychological shocks, but he has relaxed his vigilance against Mr. Fei. Is it necessary to be wary of Han Fei, the depraved type Han Fei who is reading this kind of reading while replenishing blood and qi in the sloppy house and school?

"Forget it, I won't go around with you. In fact, if it's possible, you and I certainly don't want to see each other. But I have to come today. It's very simple."

She sneered and said, "I want your students."

Chapter 74 Happy Good Friday

Born in a chaotic world, you will always meet people you hate, and you will hear the words you hate.

When someone you hate says something you hate, it's doubly painful.

Han Fei's eyes were cold to minus forty degrees Celsius.

"Do you know what you're talking about, Lord Tingwei. Has the rising tide of the court made you forget the most basic way of treating people?"

"Mr. Fei, the moment you lose your cool, you are down. This is what you taught me, old friend."

The original honorific title was uttered in Tingwei's mouth, adding a bit of harsh irony. Han Fei gradually restrained his anger, and his eyes returned to the former calm.

Han Fei slightly tidied up the books on the bed, leaving enough space for her to sit down.

"I'm Han Fei, not your pawn, not your subordinate, nor your friend."

In the corner of the school room, next to the desk, Tingwei smiled and looked at the woman who looked calm, but in fact was close to the angry woman.