He just became the last Celestial Master, and the school beauty is already calling him "Dad&quo

The voice on the other end of the phone sounded anxious, but Yang Guang scratched his messy, unkempt hair.

He casually picked at his ear.

Isn't this my biological daughter, Yu Zixin?

The phone kept ringing with urgent calls early in the morning; I thought some kind of murder had happened.

Yang Guang rolled his eyes dramatically and said nonchalantly, "What does his going back to school have to do with me?"

"He chewed through the security door of the mental hospital?"

"They released them so quickly?"

Yu Zixin visibly choked on her words.

You could hear her speechlessness even through the radio waves.

"Be serious!"

"He started asking about you as soon as he came to class today. You should lay low for the next few days."

Hiding from the limelight?

Yang Guang chuckled.

These three words don't even exist in the dictionary of the last Celestial Master!

"Alright, alright, I got it."

Yang Guang gave a perfunctory reply and pressed the red hang-up button.

The old town smelled musty and damp in the early morning.

Er Lengzi was lying sprawled out under the old locust tree, fast asleep, snoring loudly.

The rooster stood on a tree branch covered with small coffins, preening its feathers.

Yang Guang leaned under the tap and wiped his face haphazardly.

I pulled the faded coat off the clothesline and draped it over my shoulders.

Just before leaving the house.

He kicked Er Lengzi's dog's butt.

Er Lengzi sprang up with a roar, the copper bells around his neck jingling loudly.

"Keep an eye on the house."

"If someone knocks on the door, ignore them; if it's a ghost, ring the bell."

Er Lengzi yawned and lay back down.

Yang Guang strolled out of the courtyard and leisurely arrived at the familiar breakfast stall.

"Uncle, give me a big bowl of noodles."

"Add two eggs!"

I made a fortune yesterday, so my spending habits have to keep up with my status.

I'm not having the free cafeteria soup today!

The boss chuckled and said, "Xiao Guang, you've been making money lately?"

"Absolutely, Uncle."

From now on, please call me Yang, the Money-Grubber!

"OK!"

"Uncle will make you some extra noodles!"

"Thanks, Uncle, but you'd better stay home for the next three days. Just stay in the shop. If you really want to go out, you should probably bump into a bicycle first."

Upon hearing this, the boss immediately understood.

He grinned and said, "Okay."

"Uncle's treating you today. What kind of noodles are you having? Beef and pork intestine noodles!"

We've been neighbors for so many years.

Although the boss didn't know what Yang Guang and his family did, he figured they were quite capable.

Listen to people's advice to eat a full meal.

But at that moment, people at another table saw that Yang Guang was able to eat such a big bowl of noodles for free.

And such a lavish spread! He immediately said, "Boss, I came on a bicycle. Can I bump into you? Want me to bump into you?"

"No thank-you fee, just treat me to noodles."

"..."

After eating and drinking his fill, Yang Guang slowly strolled into the teaching building.

As I walked into Class 2 of Senior Three, the moment my right foot stepped across the threshold, the classroom, which had been incredibly noisy, was instantly muted.

Dozens of people's eyes all fell on Yang Guang's face.

The atmosphere was somewhat eerie.

Yu Zixin also looked at Yang Guang with surprise. She had specifically called Yang Guang this morning to remind him not to come.

He still came.

This made her a little anxious.

However, Yang Guang didn't care at all, and even winked at her, looking very arrogant.

This left Yu Zixin speechless.

Yang Guang walked straight toward his desk.

As they passed the front row, several boys even hunched their shoulders and squeezed into the corner.

The third row in the very center of the classroom.

A boy sat arrogantly on the desk, his brand-name sneakers resting directly on the stool next to him.

She was wearing an expensive limited-edition hoodie and had her hair styled with hair wax.

This guy is Wang Hao, who was sent to a mental hospital and then released.

At this moment, Wang Hao's back teeth were grinding together, his face was so black it looked like it was about to drip water, and he was staring intently at Yang Guang.

Yang Guang stopped in his tracks.

Hands in pockets.

He looked Wang Hao up and down twice.

He grinned, revealing eight big white teeth: "Yo!"

"Isn't this a jet?"

"You've been released from the mental hospital?"

He threw out that sentence.

The air pressure in the entire classroom exploded.

Several extremely suppressed grunts broke out in the quiet air.

The fat classmate covered his mouth tightly, his shoulders shaking violently.

Several girls buried their heads under their desks, trying desperately to suppress their laughter.

A demon jet.

Does it have to be this graphic?

And these three words are just too incredibly powerful!

Wang Hao is back now.

Who would dare to mention it?

Anyone who brings this up will be beaten up by Wang Hao!

But Yang Guang wasn't buying it at all.

He went straight to her face and unleashed his ultimate attack.

Upon hearing this, Yu Zixin immediately covered her face.

That's so Yang Guang!

She was already worried that Wang Hao would cause trouble for Yang Guang, but this lunatic is just asking for trouble.

Wang Hao could no longer suppress his anger.

He suddenly jumped off the desk.

He strode over to Yang Guang in two quick steps.

His hands were clenched into fists, his knuckles cracking. His breathing was also extremely heavy.

"Yang Guang!"

"Was it you who orchestrated what happened that day?"

Ever since that day when I experienced the biggest Waterloo of my life.

Wang Hao's father spent a lot of money to hire a so-called master to tell his fortune.

The master received 100,000 yuan.

He blurted out that someone had secretly used underhanded tactics.

Wang Hao went through the thought process in his mind.

In the entire Third Middle School, only Yang Guang dared to go against him.

This debt was naturally attributed to Yang Guang.

Faced with this accusatory stance, Yang Guang widened his eyes dramatically and raised his voice: "Tricked?"

"You're spewing filth!"

Done.

Yang Guang looked at him with disdain and continued, "That's not right."

"It seems like you really did spray it."

Two more bursts of uncontrollable laughter erupted in the classroom.

The fat man's face had turned a deep liver color.

Wang Hao's neck was visibly red, with veins bulging.

It was about to flare up.

Yang Guang crossed his arms in front of his chest.

He continued in a serious tone, "Even though you've said that before, you can't just spout nonsense."

"I'm a chaste and lustful womanizer!"

"How could someone possibly do such a thing?"

"When did you do this?"

"You saw it?"

"We'll see."

"Only Ning Caichen could pull off such ruthless work that transcends species, so don't throw all your dirty water on my head!"

The air freezes.

A deathly silence.

The brains of dozens of high school students simultaneously went blank.

Is this some kind of trick?

Crossing species?

Ning Caichen?

Two seconds later.

Finally, someone in the class realized what was happening.

The fat man burst out laughing.

Followed by.

The entire classroom erupted in deafening laughter.

They are questioning whether you are secretly using underhanded tactics or dirty tricks.

What the hell are you spouting about a ghost story here?

The car wheel ran over the faces of the entire class.

Yu Zixin slumped back into her chair.

He covered his forehead with one hand.

Yang Guang is beyond saving.

Wang Hao stood still, his chest heaving violently, and the veins on his forehead bulging.

The temperature immediately turned red!

"I'll fucking kill you!"