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

Yu Zixin glanced at Er Lengzi's ravenous expression, then looked at the pile of food in front of her that she could never finish.

She was silent for two seconds.

Then he quietly pushed the tray towards the edge of the table.

Er Lengzi's heterochromatic eyes instantly magnified to the extreme, and his large tail swayed so hard it almost flew off.

It glanced back at Yang Guang, its eyes clearly asking: Can I eat it?

Yang Guang kicked it in annoyance: "Let's talk about it after they've finished eating!"

"What's the rush?"

"Didn't you just eat a whole bowl of that?"

Er Lengzi shrank back under the table, looking aggrieved, but his heterochromatic eyes never left Yu Zixin's tray.

Yu Zixin ate for about ten minutes.

I picked up a few pieces of meat, ate half a bowl of rice, and drank a couple of sips of soup.

Then he put down his chopsticks and wiped his mouth.

"I'm stuffed."

Yang Guang glanced at her tray.

Good guy.

Basically, it didn't move much.

That mountain of food and vegetables, at most, had its peak shaved off.

Yang Guang's lips twitched: "With your appetite, even a cat could eat more than you."

Yu Zixin rolled her eyes at him: "Girls naturally eat less."

Yang Guang waved his hand dismissively, "You idiot, go!"

"Awoo!"

Er Lengzi sprang out from under the table as if someone had pressed a release button, its front paws landing directly on the edge of the table, and its big head plunging into the tray.

The way they ate.

Like a stray dog ​​that hasn't eaten for three days.

wrong.

It was originally a stray dog.

Yu Zixin couldn't help but smirk as she watched Er Lengzi wolf down his food.

She turned to look at Yang Guang, hesitated for a moment, and then said, "Yang Guang, thank you."

Yang Guang was picking his teeth with a toothpick when he heard this, and casually waved his hand: "What are you thanking me for?"

"It's just a meal."

"It's not like I'm the one paying for it."

Yu Zixin: "..."

Ok.

That's very much like Yang Guang.

Yu Zixin stood up, picked up the two books, and said, "I'll go back to the classroom now."

"There are two more classes this afternoon."

Yang Guang nodded: "Go ahead, go ahead."

"Call your dad if anything happens."

Yu Zixin paused, turned around and glared at Yang Guang: "Can you please stop calling me 'Dad'?"

Yang Guang chuckled: "What's it called?"

"Call me 'Big Daddy'?"

"Your dad and I are brothers. When you called me, you called me 'Dad.' How about I take the loss and you call me 'Second Dad'?"

"You...you go to hell!"

Yu Zixin ignored him and turned to leave.

She walked a few steps, then stopped and looked back at Yang Guang.

His lips moved, as if he wanted to say something.

But in the end, he shook his head and quickly left the cafeteria.

Yang Guang watched Yu Zixin's departing figure and thoughtfully stroked his chin.

This girl seems hesitant to speak today.

Although I just did some divination in the classroom, there will be no disasters in the near future.

But this unusual state still made Yang Guang feel uneasy.

Forget it.

Let's talk about it after we finish dealing with the principal's affairs.

Anyway, nothing bad will happen.

Yang Guang stretched out a big yawn, his joints cracking loudly.

"Let's go!"

He slammed his hand on the table, startling Er Lengzi, who was licking his plate.

Chu Sheng also recovered from his limp state and stood up, holding his handbag.

"Brother Guang, where are we going?"

"Let's get down to business."

Yang Guang took out his broken cell phone, which had three cracks in it, and dialed the principal's number.

It rang twice before being answered.

"Master Yang!"

The principal's voice carried a hint of urgency: "Are you done with your work?"

Yang Guang walked out of the cafeteria, saying as he went, "Hmm, I'm full."

"Principal, where does your brother-in-law live?"

"I'll go take a look now."

Upon hearing this, the principal's voice trembled with excitement: "That's wonderful!"

"I'll drive over and pick you up right away!"

Where are you?

"I'll wait for you at the school gate."

"Okay, okay!"

"Five minutes!"

"I'll be there in five minutes!"

Yang Guang hung up the phone and walked towards the school gate with his hands in his pockets.

Chu Sheng followed behind, while Er Lengzi ran ahead, skipping along.

After leaving the school gate, Yang Guang leaned against the stone bench at the entrance, his hands in his pockets, squinting in the sun.

Chu Sheng stood to the side and took out the half-eaten chicken leg from his pocket.

Yang Guang glanced at him sideways: "Didn't you just eat eight servings of braised pork?"

"Still want to eat?"

Chu Shengli said confidently, "Brother Guang, that's the main course."

"These are snacks."

"They're different."

Yang Guang's temples throbbed twice.

He is now incredibly grateful that he made the decision to let Chu Sheng enter the school.

Otherwise, the food expenses for this guy alone would be enough to give him three heart attacks.

It didn't take long.

A black Volkswagen Passat drove from the other side of the road and came to a smooth stop at the school gate.

The car window rolled down, revealing the principal's balding head, gleaming in the sunlight: "Master Yang!"

"Get on the bus!"

Yang Guang opened the back door, and Er Lengzi was the first to jump in.

Chu Sheng also squeezed in.

With the 250-pound "mountain of meat" sitting in the back seat, the entire Passat noticeably sagged to the right.

The shock absorber let out a mournful cry.

The principal glanced at the back seat in the rearview mirror and his lips twitched.

His car looks like it's crying.

Yang Guang got into the passenger seat, fastened his seatbelt, and patted the dashboard: "Let's go, Principal."

The principal stepped on the gas, and the Passat shakily drove away from the school.

The Passat drove shakily along the road.

With each speed bump, the car would let out a heartbreaking groan.

The principal gripped the steering wheel, glancing occasionally in the rearview mirror at the 250-pound mountain of flesh in the back seat, his lips twitching several times.

His car's shock absorbers are probably going to break down.

Yang Guang sat in the passenger seat, tilting his head to look at the principal: "Principal, tell me more about your brother-in-law's situation."

The principal sighed, gripping the steering wheel with one hand and pounding his lower back twice with the other.

"Sigh, don't even mention it."

"Ever since my brother-in-law had that accident, my wife has been arguing with me every day."

"They said I didn't care, that I didn't take her brother seriously."

"I've been sleeping on the sofa for three days straight!"

At this point, the principal's face scrunched up in a bitter expression: "Three days, Master Yang!"

"Three whole days!"

"My sofa is only 1.5 meters long, and I'm 1.78 meters tall, I can't even stretch my legs out straight!"

"Every morning when I wake up, my back and waist ache as if I've been beaten up."

Yang Guang's lips twitched slightly: "Principal, are you here to ask for my help, or to complain to me?"

The principal shook his head with a wry smile: "We have both."

"The main problem is that if this isn't resolved soon, I won't even have a sofa to sleep on tonight."

"My wife said that if we don't get a result by today, I can sleep in the car."

Yang Guang glanced at the space in the Passat, then at the principal's slightly protruding beer belly.

Ok.

Sleeping in a car is definitely worse than sleeping on a sofa.

Yang Guang asked, "What's your brother-in-law's name again?"

"He Qiang."

hiss……

What a powerful Emperor Heqiang was...