Xue Yuantong said: "Recently, Grandma Dongdong often goes out to visit relatives, leaving Dongdong alone at ho. She really has a big heart."
Jiang Ning said: "It’s fine, Dongdong isn’t afraid of being lost."
To completely control Dongdong with force, you’d need at least a big man. Who would bother with such a thing?
If it’s to lure him with a sche? Dongdong’s favorite thing to do is to take the benefits and then run away, like a bun thrown to a dog.
For Dongdong to get his money, he lies on the ground pretending to be miserable. When he saw Jiang Ning getting closer to his house, he couldn’t lie still anymore, quickly got up, and ran after him.
When he ran into the house, he just happened to see Jiang Ning lifting the leg of the Eight Immortals table in his family’s main room and pulling out an 80 yuan bill from underneath.
"That’s my money!" Dongdong rushed over, but was kicked over by Jiang Ning again.
"Ahhhhh! My hard-earned money, I’m quitting, I’m quitting!" Dongdong completely broke down, tears streaming down his face.
Jiang Ning looked at him: "Want to quit? Try it, every ti I see you, I’ll beat you up."
After saying this, Jiang Ning left grandly with Tongtong.
Just as she was about to step out the door, Tongtong turned back and looked at Dongdong crying on the ground, feeling a fleeting sympathy, which was quickly replaced by mories of Dongdong’s malice, making her firm again.
If evil doesn’t get restrained, why should people do good?
What child or not, that’s no excuse. She has been a good child since she was little!
Jiang Ning went ho.
Zhang Ruyun, having witnessed it, felt deep sympathy for Dongdong. Dongdong originally sought power, but ended up being beaten by Jiang Ning. Isn’t Jiang Ning afraid that Dongdong might seek revenge when he grows up?
Three decades east of the river and thirty decades west. When Dongdong grows up, he will undoubtedly beco a burly man, while Jiang Ning will have aged!
Plotter Mr. Qian had another idea. Dongdong was evil, but Dongdong’s grandma was equally evil.
Tomorrow, he will tell Grandma Dongdong that Dongdong was beaten by Jiang Ning, which will surely spark another drama!
Whether Grandma Dongdong believes it or not, no matter, Dongdong will naturally file a complaint!
Mr. Qian was confident, his eyes flicking: ’The knife of a learned man kills without blood!’
...
Jiang Ning’s small room.
The exams were approaching, but it didn’t affect everyone’s mood to post on Monts.
Jiang Ning clicked into QQ Space and found that the usually silent Miao Zhe had shared a jolly joke with the caption: [So funny, you guys should check it out!]
Hmm, it was posted 20 minutes ago and had no likes or comnts; how pitiful.
Jiang Ning refreshed the page and found that Miao Zhe had already deleted the post...
In the short process, Jiang Ning could already guess the shifts in Miao Zhe’s mood.
The newly added friend, Tan iling, posted: [Today is my birthday, although no one rembers it, I still wish myself a happy birthday (fireworks)]
Tan iling was rather popular, thus her social circle was broad, with a lot of replies beneath, the first being Guo Kunnan: "Happy Birthday, I’ve always rembered you!"
Liu Chuandao scoffed at Guo Kunnan’s empty words, directly showing his might: "Happy Birthday, I’ll privately chat you a red envelope."
Duan Shigang opted for ntal care: "Big Sis, Happy Birthday, I’ll find soone to dance flower hands for you!"
Rare beauty, with soone wanting to buy cake, so wanting to treat for als, others wanting to send gifts, all striving to win Tan iling’s favor, showing off their skills.
Incredibly lively with full pomp.
Yan Tianpeng’s reply was particularly unique: "Where’s the cake? Why don’t I see it? Also, aren’t you supposed to treat everyone for your birthday?"
Soon, Tan iling posted another status: [(smile) Thank you everyone, actually, today is not my birthday. Indeed no one rembers.]
Jiang Ning laughed, a bunch of clowns.
Scrolling down further, Chen Qian posted: [There’s too little ti, it’s not enough for to review at all, darn it, I’ll definitely screw up in the test, I don’t know how to face my own efforts]
The pretentious Dong Qingfeng had grown accustod to seeing this, didn’t even bother to like it.
Only the clueless classmates, like Jiang Yanan, comforted Chen Qian: "Your grades are already good, stay calm, this test isn’t the college entrance exam."
Chen Qian always replied sincerely to these classmates: "Sigh, I definitely won’t do well, it’s too rushed."
For a while, it was filled with modesty.
Chen Qian was already fantasizing about posting his grades after the test, taking a good ’humble’ whack at it.
Jiang Ning really couldn’t stand such students.
In past lives, when asked about their exam performance, they’d be unusually sad, almost crying: "ssed up, ssed up, I’m done!"
Then with a face full of gloom and grief, even when teachers ca to comfort, they’d lant how badly they did on a question, as if they suffered a major life setback.
But when the exam papers ca back, with scores of 140 , everyone who comforted beca clowns.
Jiang Ning took Tongtong’s phone and replied to Chen Qian: "Review what? I never review for exams."
When Chen Qian saw this comnt, he was briefly stunned, facing the academic god’s mockery, he felt indignant. He had planned to study until 1 AM today, and now he determinedly decided to extend it to 3 AM!
After comnting, Jiang Ning put down the phone satisfied.
Xue Yuantong was playing gas but didn’t forget to keep an eye on: "Hmph, playing with my phone again."
Jiang Ning: "Can’t I?"
With the advent of the mobile internet era, for many people, phones were becoming more private, to the point where even many couples couldn’t share phones.
Xue Yuantong snorted: "Go ahead, I just like you playing with my phone."
She actually wished Jiang Ning would play with it every day, as to her, this was a sign of him caring about her.
Today, she tead up with Shang Caiwei, King’s Ga.
At the start, she declared: "Teammates hold steady, Sword Saint and I are invincible in this round!"
Shang Caiwei was quite arrogant in the online world, but Tongtong was humble in the real world: "Don’t brag with included."
Xue Yuantong played gas fiercely, occasionally realizing: "What’s Chuchu doing, I sent her a ssage, why isn’t she playing with , she must have no good food."
"Jiang Ning, get Chuchu over to join us!" She ordered.
Jiang Ning didn’t mind her tone, he shifted his Divine Sense from Huishui River to Chuchu’s house.
Xue Chuchu was wrapped in a coat, sitting at her desk doing a test paper, preparing all-out for the upcoming final exams.
Jiang Ning casually swiped twice, a chilling ice array enveloped Chuchu’s small room.
Before long, Chuchu added a small blanket.
Shortly after, Chuchu couldn’t bear the cold anymore, she took out her phone, looked at the ssage Tongtong had previously sent her, hesitated for a few seconds, then wrapped in her coat, left the house.
Soon, there was a light noise outside the door, Tongtong: "Chuchu, I was worried why you didn’t reply to my ssage!"
Xue Chuchu, unfazed: "I just saw it."
After speaking, she t Jiang Ning’s scrutinizing gaze, maintaining her composed deanor, she occupied a corner of the sofa.
Now she could finally study well.
Jiang Ning was whittling wood, today’s piece was pure white, whiter than yam, pure with no impurities.
As Tongtong was slacking, she asked what he was whittling, Jiang Ning: "A teething stick."
Xue Yuantong felt belittled.
However, when Jiang Ning finished and handed it to her, she still accepted it and put it in her mouth to bite.
It was fragrant, with a slight sweet taste. She bit down on the teething stick with all her might, using Little Fishman to kill three people in succession, ferociously!
This was a sweet spiritual branch cultivated by Jiang Ning using the Spiritual Energy of Hu Qi Mountain. Originally an auxiliary material for Alchemy, however, the Real World’s purity wasn’t enough, improvents awaited. So Jiang Ning whittled a few to give to Tongtong as toys.
Jiang Ning whittled another one, handing it to Chuchu.
Xue Chuchu looked at the milky-white wood in front of her, with a hint of confusion: "Is this for ?"
Jiang Ning: "Mhm."
Xue Chuchu accepted it, knowing it was a teething stick, a child’s plaything, yet couldn’t resist the faint fruity aroma, and ultimately put it into her moist mouth.
Her limpid eyes showed a slight discomfort, which Jiang Ning keenly caught.
He urged: "Chuchu, you can bite a little harder."
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