90: The Real Daughter Has a Divine Calculation System

Chapter 58

Anzi made a "tsk" sound and pointed three fingers at Zhang Zhaonian.

Zhang Zhaonian made a bitter face but dared not to nod.

A 3,000-word self-criticism! He didn’t even know if the master could read!

Chen Feng and Zhang Zhaonian have the best relationship. They used to play together even when they were wearing open-crotch pants, and they know each other very well. The more Chen Feng watched, the more he felt that Zhang Zhaonian's respect for An Zi was not an act, and his acting skills were not that good.

I tentatively stepped forward to say hello, "Hello..."

Anzi glanced at him lightly, and Chen Feng's scalp suddenly went numb. He thought that the golden-haired boy was hugging some strict elder in the family.

"You are quite aware of the current situation." Anzi said this indifferently.

She didn't mind behaving differently from a normal four-year-old, and they couldn't do anything to her; they would either be afraid of her or think she was awesome.

In short, the same old saying applies: there is nothing to worry about.

The other three second-generation rich kids who had remained silent all this time looked at each other, not knowing how things had turned out to be so tense. They kept their mouths shut tightly, wanting to see what this old-fashioned little girl was up to.

Only Yan Huaiyu, who was the most impulsive on weekdays, wanted to go forward and touch him.

Anzi patted Lu Jun's arm, motioning her to put him down. Zhang Xiaodan immediately stepped forward with the thermos to protect her, staring at Yan Huaiyu, wanting to bully her young lady and ask her if her thermos agreed!
Zhang Zhaonian approached like a lackey, and was as respectful as possible, "Master..."

There is no way. A three thousand word self-criticism is not something that can be written casually. If your attitude is not right, believe it or not, it will increase to five thousand words in the blink of an eye.

"Brother Ajun, talk to him reasonably, or use the old rules." Anzi hugged his chest with his hands and raised his chin slightly. He didn't want to pay attention to his silly apprentice. Both his expression and actions were arrogant, which frightened the three saw-mouthed gourds behind him so much that they tried to glare at him desperately, and their eyebrows were almost flying up.

The old rule that Anzi mentioned is "avoid people, don't hit in the face, and don't test it out." Lu Jun has always implemented it very well, so without saying a word, he put his arm around Yan Huaiyu's shoulders and forcibly took him to a slightly remote place.

The crew was in the suburbs, and it took an hour and a half to drive here. It was almost dark now, and the street lights were dim, so people's faces could barely be seen. There was no one around, and Lu Jun spoke very smoothly. In just a few minutes, Yan Huaiyu was taken back by him.

It was just that he realized his mistake too deeply, and was so ashamed that sweat broke out on his forehead.

When the second-generation rich people standing behind An Zi saw his miserable condition, they all took a big step back.

"You..." Yan Huaiyu was so angry that he almost couldn't catch his breath.

This little golden retriever was so scary. He was not tall, but his fist was as big as a hammer. When he got hit by his punch, the alcohol he drank last night almost went up his throat. It was no exaggeration to say that his throat was sore and sour every time he spoke.

The key point is that after the fight, the guy said lightly, "I'm awesome, right? It was all taught by our lady."

Damn it! It's great that someone taught him! When he gets back, I'll hire someone who can fight and I'll definitely get my revenge!

Chen Feng touched his nose unnaturally, avoiding Yan Huai's accusing gaze, and put on a very bright smile when facing An Zi, "Little Master, let's go in, Jing Jing should be waiting."

He had long ago advised Yan Huai to control his temper and talk more than his brain, but Yan Huai just wouldn't listen. Now he had hit a wall. It would be better to rely on Zhang Zhaonian than on him, as he was not the apprentice of that little girl.

However, Yan Huai and Zhang Zhaonian have never gotten along well, so it is estimated that he can't be relied on.

If we want to talk about the open and covert rivalry between Zhang Zhaonian and Yan Huai over the years, we have to start from the day they graduated from high school.

Zhang Zhaonian gave You Jingjing a love letter, and turned around to hear her confessing her love to someone, and the person she confessed to turned out to be his good brother.

Yes, that’s right, that good brother is Yan Huaiyu.

Yan Huaiyu did not agree, otherwise they would not be competing with each other openly or secretly, but would just cut off all contact with each other forever.

Chen Feng couldn't understand. It was just You Jingjing. Was it that serious? Yan Huai had changed girlfriends one after another over the years. Recently, he was having a hot relationship with a young model. It was fine if Zhang Zhaonian didn't make any moves, but he suddenly became a master out of nowhere?

Has this world become so mysterious that he can’t understand it?

Anzi raised his head and noticed the gradually gathering black air, and the corners of his lips slowly curled up.

It's really the right time, the right place and the right people. These second-generation rich kids are destined to learn such a lesson today!

Glancing at his master's expression and then looking up at the sky, Zhang Zhaonian couldn't help but shiver, feeling that he was going to be unlucky today.

As soon as this idea came into his mind, Anzi waved to Lu Jun, took out the tools for drawing talismans from the small backpack slung over his arm, and began to instruct Zhang Zhaonian.

"Come, today I will teach you how to draw a peace amulet, and later you will go in wearing the amulet you drew yourself."

Zhang Zhaonian: ???

Zhang Zhaonian: I can’t tell whether I was surprised or shocked, my mood was very up and down.

Five second generation rich kids:???

Five second-generation rich kids: Is this girl playing tricks on me? Right, right?
Anzi didn't give Zhang Zhaonian a chance to react. He kicked him in the calf and led him towards the parked car.

Zhang Zhaonian rubbed his hands together, "Master, I'm so sorry, they are still here..."

"Why are you being so shy? They can't understand." Anzi slapped the hood of the car, "Hurry up! It's time to test your talent!" Don't waste her spiritual spring water.

Zhang Zhaonian blushed and tried to straighten his chest.

Anzi took out a flashlight from his backpack and threw it to Lu Jun, "Brother Jun, shine the light for him. He painted it for himself anyway."

Zhang Zhaonian wanted to cry. The master must be venting her anger on him! He didn't do anything, so how could he offend her?

Anzi had a blank expression on his face, and began to teach him with the same stern attitude he usually used when teaching him martial arts.

Zhang Zhaonian gritted his teeth, picked up the talisman pen, and began to follow Anzi's instructions step by step.

Chen Feng: ...It’s over. He looks more like a serious and old-fashioned elder.

Yan Huaiyu: ...After all this time, my master is this kind of master?

Saw-Mouth Trio: ...Aba Aba Aba...

Yan Huai covered his abdomen with his hands, secretly nudged Chen Feng with his elbow, and winked at him, saying something like: [What's going on?]
Chen Feng: [Not sure, but it seems pretty awesome.]
Yan Huaiyu: [What's so awesome about this? It's just a trick. How can there be ghosts in this world?]
Before the two of them finished their conversation, the Saw-Mouth trio finally installed their own mouths.

Zhao Jia: "Could this be the legendary master?"

Qian Yi: "I don't know, let's wait and see."

Sun Bing: “I think they look alike.”

Yan Huaiyu:…

Yan Huaiyu: "If you don't speak, no one will think you are dumb!"

(End of this chapter)