Act like a spoiled brat every day

Chapter 61 Towards a well-off society in progress 9
That's what I said, but Ji Jiujiu is a god who has experienced thunder disasters anyway. She is used to being quite delicate, but she is not the kind of person who is afraid of getting into trouble.

The next day, Ji Jiujiu continued to be arrogant and was sent to work by Fu Qi.

She sat there with a noble face, with her small face up, obediently looking at the treasure of the shop.

There's no way, this family is supported by her beauty.

The little guy was lying by the window where the sun was shining, his face resting on his fluffy paws, and his eyes half-closed lazily.

When she went back that night, she looked much more energetic than the first day.

As soon as Ji Jiujiu returned to the basement, she clutched the bathroom tightly. She didn't see a bowl of noodles suddenly appearing on the dilapidated dining table until she got out of the shower.

Obviously, someone just made it.

The steam was hot, and from the perspective of Ji Jiujiu, Fu Qi, who was slightly bowed, was straight and tall, but slightly blurred.

His culinary skills have always been good, even if Ji Jiujiu stood two meters away, he could easily be seduced by gluttons. The little guy tilted his head slightly, staring at Fu Qi's figure, suddenly felt as if he had discovered something .

All his coldness and indifference come from the lack of security in his heart.

There is an angel living in the boy's bones, sealed by the world.

The little girl blinked her eyes, and suddenly bent her crimson soft lips.

With wet and soft hair hanging behind her, the little girl stepped forward with her white and clean legs, holding the hem of the wide white skirt on her body, and approached leisurely.

Then, with a raised white forearm, Ji Jiujiu embraced the young man's waist from behind like a baby, and pressed his small face against the young man's thin back.

Fu Qi froze for a moment.

Ji Jiujiu lowered her clear deer eyes, she still had that quiet and obedient look, she let out a breath slowly, and saw clearly what the boy was doing through the gap between the boy's arms and waistline.

Fu Qi raised his forearm slightly, and told her to go away expressionless: "Ji Jiujiu, I'm connecting the sewer."

The implication is that you don't bother me.

But Ji Jiujiu pretended not to understand, and even hugged him tighter, with her small body leaning against him softly, shaking her head slightly.

The soft voice muttered: "It doesn't affect me to hug you if you go through the sewer."

Fu Qi: "..."

Let's do it.

Only you can fucking talk.

The feeling of being held by someone was quite strange. The young man straightened his waist, trying his best to ignore the soft and soft warmth on his body, but fortunately, the other party was quite peaceful, his little hands were quiet, and there was no squinting movement.

"..."

Ji Jiujiu didn't think about that at all.

She looked at the familiar posture of the young man passing through the sewer, and wrinkled her small expression a little sadly, while secretly thinking about something.

She had to let Fu Qi get rid of this destined poverty.

At the very least, let him change to a house that doesn't need frequent sewers.

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The next day.

The first class in the morning is the class of the head teacher.

Before the self-study get out of class ends, the English class representative comes to collect the homework.

When the other party knocked all the way to Ji Jiujiu's desk, Ji Jiujiu, who had been silently lying in front of the desk like a dead fish, slowly got up.

She blinked her eyes blankly, her brain froze slightly.

The representative of the English class is a very sassy young lady, who belongs to the type who doesn't talk too much.

She is also not as kind as the other class representatives.

Another class representative bravely stood in front of the teacher with more than [-] homeworks, and insisted that it was [-] books.

The English class representative of Class [-], Grade [-], honestly held more than [-] homeworks, stood in front of the teacher, and accurately reported the numbers while accurately stating who hadn't handed in.

The English class representative sternly tapped on the table ruthlessly, and rarely reminded her: "I'm here to collect the homework."

Ji Jiujiu rolled his eyeballs.

It took two seconds for her to react, and then she bent over and said "wait for me" in a panic, while flipping through the homework from the drawer.

The English class representative had seen this posture a lot, and immediately pulled the corners of his lips, showing an emotionless smile.

Straight to the point.

"Did you not write it?"

Ji Jiujiu looked up at her, and before she could say the words "you fart", she was confused by an English homework book thrown down by the class representative.

While lowering his voice: "Quickly copy."

The onlookers eating melons:? ? ?

Brother, you didn't treat me like this when I didn't do my homework last time!
They had already silently given Ji Jiujiu some good wax, but in the end... that's it?
The English teacher, as the head teacher of Class [-], Grade [-], is very fierce. She is famous throughout the grade for being unsmiling and unfeeling.

"No, I've finished it." Ji Jiujiu opened his notebook speechlessly to prove it, "Besides, the one you gave me was written by Fu Qi, what's there to copy?"

As soon as her words fell to the ground, she heard the class teacher enter the class, with a cold face, and put the thermos in his hand to a corner of the podium.

The podium is made of wood, and when the cup is put on it, the sound is muffled, and somehow it seems to be going to court.

"How many times have I told you, you are all sophomores in high school, why are you still thinking about copying your homework?" The head teacher narrowed his narrow eyes slightly, and looked at Ji Jiujiu displeasedly, "Copying other people's homework is equivalent to eating other people's homework." Chewed steamed buns. What is the use of copying your homework now? Can you copy the exam?"

Ji Jiujiu shook his head cooperatively.

She closed her homework casually, put it on the top of the homework in the arms of the English class representative, and nodded.

The white and soft little hands seem to have unintentionally straightened his hair, while raising his eyelids, his eyes fell on the head teacher, some thoughtful exploration.

There was Fu Qi who was always causing trouble in the class, which already gave the class teacher a headache, and now two transfer students suddenly came.

One was transferred in by Zheng Erba after passing the entrance examination, and the other was transferred in by his family who directly donated a building.

One crane tail in the class is enough, now another one?
Could it be that class seven of the second year of high school is going to take the first and second from the bottom of the second year of high school?
The head teacher's expression was a bit mean, but Ji Jiujiu's background is not small, so she won't say anything more.

So she took a deep look at Ji Jiujiu, and met her eyes in a daze.

My heart skipped a beat.

The class teacher stabilized his mind, took a sip of tea, turned around calmly, and said:
"The next time I catch you copying your homework, you won't have to stay in our seventh class."

"Okay, open the book and start class."

But some people are not as she wants.

After the English class representative put a stack of homework on the podium, a book suddenly flew over from a certain direction in the classroom.

It landed on the podium accurately.

Ye Zhinan rubbed his ears, his lips curled up in an arc.

"Teacher, I'm sorry, I forgot to hand in my English homework."

After a pause, she glanced at the soft bun beside her again, raising her eyebrows.

"—By the way, in our class, who copied homework?"

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　good night

　　
　
(End of this chapter)