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

"What exactly was the time he went night fishing?"

The principal thought for a moment: "Last Wednesday night."

"He loves fishing and goes to the river every few days."

That night he said he was going night fishing on the Qingshui River outside the city, saying that big fish had been caught there recently.

"When he came back the next morning, he was not the same person."

Yang Guang pressed further, "What's wrong with it?"

"Any other details you mentioned earlier?"

The principal frowned and thought for a moment: "Yes."

"After he came back, he never put down his fishing rod again."

"It wasn't a real fishing rod. He put it down after he came back, but his hand remained in the same position as when he was holding a fishing rod."

"Later, his wife put away the fishing rod, and he started carrying the broom in the house."

"A mop will do, a clothes rack will do, he'll hold onto anything long and thin and won't let go."

"And the way you hold it is exactly the same as holding a fishing rod."

Yang Guang raised an eyebrow; this was interesting.

He said casually, "If that's all there is to it, then it's not a big problem."

Upon hearing the words "not a big problem," the principal breathed a sigh of relief, and his hands on the steering wheel stopped shaking.

"real?"

"That's great!"

"Master Yang, if this matter is resolved today, I'll give you another red envelope!"

Yang Guang's eyes lit up instantly: "Principal, I'll remember what you said."

The principal nodded repeatedly: "I'll remember, I'll remember!"

"As long as my brother-in-law can recover, I'll do anything you ask, let alone give him a red envelope!"

Yang Guang leaned back in his chair with satisfaction, crossing his arms in front of his chest.

This trip was incredibly profitable!

It took about twenty minutes to drive there.

The Passat stopped downstairs in an old residential area.

The neighborhood is small, consisting of six-story old-style residential buildings with peeling paint on the exterior walls.

The principal turned off the engine, turned to look at Yang Guang, and said with a complicated expression, "Master Yang, let me tell you something first."

"My wife... has a rather quick temper."

"She might have some... uh... opinions about your age."

Yang Guang waved his hand: "It's okay, I'm used to it."

"It's my fault for looking young."

Principal Qian chuckled twice, then pushed open the car door and got out.

Yang Guang also got down and stretched.

Chu Sheng squeezed out of the back seat, and the entire Passat bounced up as if it had been unloaded.

Er Lengzi was the last to jump out. After landing on all fours, he shook his fur and scanned his surroundings with his heterochromatic eyes, one gold and one blue.

The group followed the principal upstairs.

Third floor.

The principal took out his key and opened the door.

As soon as the door opened, Yang Guang saw the situation in the living room.

A middle-aged man in his forties was sitting on the sofa in the living room.

He was thin, with a sallow complexion and sunken eyes.

But the strangest thing was his posture.

He held a bamboo broom with both hands, gripping it slightly behind the middle of the broom handle.

Right hand in front, left hand behind, fingers slightly bent, tiger's mouth open.

That grip is exactly the same as holding a fishing rod.

Moreover, his body was leaning slightly forward, and his eyes were staring straight at the ground about three meters away.

That look in his eyes.

It's like staring at a buoy on the water's surface.

Yang Guang's lips twitched.

Good guy.

Is this guy fishing in his living room?

Fishing in the air?

If the neighbors saw this, wouldn't they immediately call the police and send him to a mental hospital?

The principal strode over to He Qiang, bent down, and patted him on the shoulder: "Qiangzi?"

"Qiangzi, look who's here!"

He Qiang didn't move an inch, not even blinking, as if he hadn't heard a thing.

The principal patted him twice more, but He Qiang still didn't react.

Just then, two women strode out from the direction of the kitchen.

Walking in front was a middle-aged woman with curly hair, slightly plump, wearing a floral nightgown.

Following behind was a slightly younger woman with red and swollen eyes, clearly having been crying.

The one with the perm looks like the principal's wife.

The first thing she did when she came out was to glare at the principal.

Those eyes were like knives.

The principal's neck visibly shrank.

then.

The principal's wife's gaze fell on Yang Guang and Chu Sheng.

She looked Yang Guang up and down, his faded sports jacket in a quick glance, then at Chu Sheng, a 250-pound mountain of flesh dressed in a monk's robe.

Finally, his gaze fell on Er Lengzi, who was lying on the ground.

Her expression changed instantly.

"Old Tian!"

The principal's wife's voice sharpened: "Come here for a second!"

The principal's body visibly stiffened.

He glanced back at Yang Guang, his eyes filled with a plea for help, like "Brother, please help me."

But Yang Guang had his hands in his pockets, looking completely unconcerned.

The principal had no choice but to bite the bullet and follow his wife into the bedroom.

The door slammed shut.

However, the sound insulation effect is practically zero.

Yang Guang stood in the living room and clearly heard the conversation coming from the bedroom: "Tian Sixi, where did you find this person?"

"Are you trying to fool me like this?"

"Where's the master we were promised?"

The principal's voice carried a hint of grievance: "Wife, let me explain..."

"Explain what?"

"Look at the kind of people you've brought back!"

"A baby who hasn't even grown all his hair yet, a fat man weighing over 200 pounds, and a dog!"

"Do you think my brother's situation is a joke?"

"What's wrong?"

"My brother isn't your brother anymore, right?"

The principal panicked: "Wife, you've wronged me! Master Yang is definitely not one of those swindlers out there!"

"He's a special advisor to the police department!"

"He's the one who resolved that incident at school last time!"

"If it weren't for the fact that he needed my help with something, he wouldn't even bother with me when I invited him!"

"A special advisor to the police department?"

The principal's wife's tone softened slightly, but she still sounded doubtful: "Him?"

"He looks like he's just turned 18, right?"

"Are you sure you're not kidding me?"

"I swear!"

The principal's voice was almost choked with tears: "Wife, if I'm lying to you, may I be struck by lightning!"

"I'll sleep on the sofa for the rest of my life!"

"Never again will I go to bed!"

There was a two-second silence.

The principal's wife's voice finally softened a bit: "Alright, let him give it a try."

"But let me make this clear first."

"If you're just sending some random people to fool me, and you don't take my brother's matter seriously."

"From now on, you won't even be able to sleep on the sofa!"

"Go sleep on the balcony!"

The principal readily agreed, "Yes, yes, yes!"

"This is absolutely not a lie!"

Don't worry!

The bedroom door reopened.

When the principal came out, he was sweating profusely.

His wife followed behind, arms crossed, staring at Yang Guang with a scrutinizing look.

Yang Guang remained expressionless throughout.

He put his hands in his pockets, tilted his head to look at the principal, and smirked: "Principal, you're living a pretty comfortable life."

The principal's lips twitched slightly, and he chuckled dryly, "Haha... harmony in the family brings prosperity in everything."