Chapter 33 033 Weak granddaughter, Mr. Jiang is so cold

  Ning Xiao also packed his things, he listened to Tang Ming's call.

   Turning around, he saw the cold expression on Bai Po's cold white face, and his eyes narrowed dangerously. Even if he didn't speak, Ning Xiao felt the chill.

  The usual laziness is gone.

  Ning Xiao grabbed Tang Ming's schoolbag strap, his gloomy eyes revealed a little light through the black hair on his forehead, and his tone was calm: "I'll give you a place, what's your name, go out first."

   Very serious and very loud.

  Tang Ming withdrew his voice with an "oh".

  Bai Li picked up the backpack with his slender fingers, and then withdrew his gaze, and walked out the door with a slightly casual attitude.

   The two followed.

  Everyone in the lecture theater watched the three of them leave, and they looked at each other when they could no longer see anyone.

   "What did Tang Ming just say?"

  Someone spoke mysteriously.

   "It seems... It seems that Bai Po wants to give him the quota."

  Chen Zhu was well-informed in the Chen family, and he couldn't restrain his shock at this moment.

  Everyone in Xiangcheng, and even the people in the four major cities, are fighting for Jiangjing University. Even No. 1 Middle School in Beicheng has only ten places, each of which is controlled by Jiangjing University.

  There is no quota for this app in the auction house, and there is no price in the market.

   Both the Ren family and the Chen family regard it as treasure, not to mention others.

  Bai Po really wants to give this spot to Tang Ming?

   "It doesn't seem difficult to understand," someone in the lecture theater suddenly said, "Ning Xiao and Tang Ming can get such a high score, it should be Bai Po who shared all the answers with them. After all, Ning Xiao is the first."

  Ning Xiao often competed with Chen Zhu for the first or second place in the school, but this time Chen Zhu got a lower score than Ning Xiao with the help of Jiangjing University's Ph.D.

   This variable is because of who...

   Don't think about anything but Bai Po.

   "Aren't the three of them competing?"

  Before they were also envious of Ren Wanxuan's two team members.

  But now compared to Tang Ming and Ning Xiao, these two team members seem to have nothing to envy.

   "What is the competition? Didn't you see that Bai Po is going to give the app to Tang Ming. The new classmate is really kind to the team members. It would be great if I was randomly selected..."

   Speaking of which, most people couldn't help looking at Zhu Jiaren who was sitting behind Ren Wanxuan.

  They remembered that Zhu Jiaren was also in Bai Po's group.

   Zhu Jiaren didn't look up after hearing Ning Xiao's and Tang Ming's scores.

   She has realized that…

  Ning Xiao doesn’t go to help Bai Po’s poor every night.

  Bai Po has the answer, even clearer than Ren Wanxuan's!

  Why didn't she say it before?

  If she said so, she would never find an excuse to go back to the dormitory...

   Exercises, and exercises!

   Zhu Jiaren found Tang Ming’s WeChat account that she had added, and she only added Tang Ming—

  【What exactly is the exercise that Bai Po gave us before? 】

   Tang Ming didn't say anything, and only sent two pictures.

  The picture shows the exercises written by Bai Po by hand, as well as the analysis. Zhu Jiaren didn't pay attention to the questions posted by Bai Po before.

  After reading it, I couldn't get back to my senses for a long time.

  At this moment, she finally realized what she had missed.

Outside.

  When Tang Ming asked Bai Po for the tenth time, she finally said, "One more word, I'll pass it on to Zhang Shize."

  Tang Ming: "..."

  He downloaded the app smoothly and registered an account.

   Then he searched Ning Xiao’s account and followed it, but he didn’t find it when he searched for Bai Po. He just wanted to ask Bai Po, but saw that Bai Po had already entered the milk tea shop.

  He held back silently.

  **

  Ren's family.

  Meal time.

  Ren Qian came back from the outside, put a gift box in the servant's hand, glanced around, but did not see Ren Wanxuan: "Where is Xuanxuan?"

  The servants looked at each other.

  Ren Wanxuan locked herself upstairs with a gloomy face from the moment she came back, never came down, and didn't eat dinner.

   No one dared to call her.

  Ren Qian was surprised. He knew that today was the day for the distribution of quotas, so he specially brought back a gift for Ren Wanxuan.

  He went upstairs and knocked on Ren Wanxuan's door.

   There was no movement, he directly asked someone to take out the key from the warehouse to open the door.

  Ren Wanxuan didn't turn on the light, and the curtains were drawn tightly. Ren Qian asked the servant to give her the gift box in surprise, and he reached out to turn on the light in the room.

   "What's the matter?" Seeing that Ren Wanxuan was lying on the bed without taking off her school uniform, Ren Qian held the gift box and said gently: "Grandpa bought you a gift, open it and have a look, it is something you have always liked."

"I do not want."

  Ren Qian looked at Ren Wanxuan worriedly, and waved his hand to let the servant leave: "Xuanxuan, tell grandpa, who bullied you?"

  Ren Wanxuan didn't speak.

  Ren Qian stood where he was, watched her for a while, took out his mobile phone, and prepared to call the principal with a cold face.

  Hearing the sound of a button, Ren Wanxuan got up suddenly, took Ren Qian's cell phone away, and hung up the call.

  Ren Qian didn't take it back, but just stood there and looked at her like this.

  The principal called back quickly, but neither of them looked at it.

  The grandfather and grandson confronted each other for five minutes before Ren Wanxuan said, "Neither Chen Zhu nor I got the quota."

  Ren Qian was no less astonished than Ren Wanxuan. How much energy the Ren family had spent for this spot, he and the Chen family were bound to win these two spots.

   Now Ren Wanxuan said that the two of them didn't get the quota?

  He still wanted to ask again, but Ren Wanxuan refused to say a word, returned the phone to Ren Qian, threw him outside, and locked the door again.

  Ren Qian called the principal with his mobile phone.

   "White scorpion?"

   Knowing that one of the two quotas is for Bai Po, Ren Qian's surprise is obvious.

  In Ren Wanxuan's description, Bai Po is turned from literature to theory, and the comprehensive score of science has always been low. Ren Qian never thought that there would be Bai Po.

   "Go and apologize to Teacher Li on Monday," Ren Qian knocked on Ren Wanxuan's door twice, and said in a deep voice, "You should know if you think about it with your brain, who in Xiangcheng would dare to give our Ren family small shoes to wear?"

  No one spoke inside.

  Ren Qian took out his phone and called Ji Shaorong, but no one answered, then turned to the servant and said, "Pick a gift that girls like."

   This means giving it to Bai Po.

  Ren Wanxuan suddenly opened the door, she looked at Ren Qian, "Grandpa, go and find me the best teacher in Beicheng."

  She cannot be compared to Bai Po.

  **

  It was past nine o'clock in the evening.

   No. 112 Qingshui Street is still open.

  Bai Po came back early due to something, and was going to buy milk in a small shop. The shop manager was sitting on a small bench outside, sharpening a kitchen knife.

  She was wearing a blue and white school uniform, her hair was neatly tied, and she was holding a notebook in her hand.

   When approaching a store.

  The store manager stood up with a knife in his hand, "Xiao Po, I came back early today."

   "Well," Bai Po lazily took a bottle of milk, and scanned the QR code to pay with familiarity, "something."

   Not far away, pretending to be passers-by, saw the store manager standing up, and the two police officers who hadn’t gotten off work hurriedly approached, “Student, haven’t you gone back so late?”

   Calmly separated Bai Ke from the store manager.

   "I'm going back right away." Bai Po paid the money, and looked up and down the two people whose temperaments were obviously different from ordinary people.

  Recalling that Ji Shaorong said that the police were watching the store manager.

  She stuck the straw in, bit the straw and went to wait for Mao Kun in the alley ahead.

  Five minutes after Bai Po left, Mao Kun walked over from the end of Qingshui Street with heavy steps.

  The store manager was still sharpening the knife. He squatted in front of the store manager and looked at it for a minute, commenting: "Uncle, your knife is not sharp enough to cut bones quickly. I will bring you a sharp one in two days."

   "It's okay." The store manager lit up the knife reflecting the cold.

  The two police officers who were about to change shifts took a deep breath.

  Bai Po leaned against the wall and waited for Mao Kun in the old place, **** the straw with his fair and slender fingers, and reciting words on the phone with the other hand.

  As soon as he saw her, Mao Kun quickened his pace, "Sister."

   He has something to do in the past two days, so Bai Po asked him to come one day earlier.

  Bai Po stuffed the phone back into his pocket, tilted his head lazily, with a very relaxed posture, his brows and eyes were shrouded in the night: "Did you add a sandbag?"

  She could see that Mao Kun's limbs were not tied with sandbags that weighed one catty.

"Oh yes," Mao Kun raised his right hand, and showed Bai Po the egg-sized silver-white metal on his wrist and ankle, "I originally used iron, but my godfather said that two catties of iron were too big, so I gave it to him." I replaced this."

   As he spoke, he took out a cloth bag and showed Bai Po four other metals of the same size, "I prepared this for you."

  Bai Po was surprised.

  She picked up a piece of metal the size of an egg and weighed it in her hand.

  It is obviously only the size of an egg, but it weighs two catties.

  The density is much higher than that of iron.

  Bai Li has to go to school, and it is inconvenient to tie sandbags on his hands, but such a small metal is fine.

  She picked up four pieces of metal and threw them away casually, with a lazy posture, a slight smile on her lips, and casually praised: "Very good."

  Mao Kun looked at her casually throwing something weighing eight catties: "..."

  He just put two catties of metal on each of his hands today, and he ate two bites of food at night.

   "Today I will teach you to strengthen your body and match it with the boxing method last time." Bai Po casually shook four pieces of metal to teach him body skills. "Three training postures, the first one is with the left foot in front and the right foot behind."

   As she spoke, she put her four pieces of metal into his hand, "Take it as a long stick, push forward and sweep with the right hand, follow with the right foot, pull back with the right hand, push forward with the left hand..."

  Suddenly being pressed down by an eight-pound object, Mao Kun shook his right hand.

  Bai Po bent down slowly, holding the milk box in his left hand, pressed the cold corner of the milk box against his right hand, and gently lifted it up.

  Mao Kun looked at her lazy face, her dark eyes were obviously not aggressive, but it made him feel stressed.

   "Steady." Bai Po saw that he was standing still, and then let go of the milk carton, calmly.

  It took him half an hour to memorize the three body movements today.

   "Sister, am I stupid?" Mao Kun sent her to the door, and asked cautiously on the way.

  Bai Po cut out a word, heard the words, and didn't lift his head, "I have a poor memory, and I'm very talented in martial arts."

  Mao Kun was taken aback.

   It was the first time someone praised him.

   After a while, he touched his head, "Then can I teach Xiao Wu and Xiao Qi?"

   are his two followers.

   "Yes." In front of the courtyard gate, Bai Po gave him a look and asked him to go back.

  She stood at the gate of the yard, without a key to open the door.

   Two seconds later.

   When Ji Heng, who was about to come out to pick her up, opened the door, he saw someone standing calmly at the door.

   Ji Heng was silent for a while, and let her in sideways, "What are you holding?"

   Seeing a bag hooked on her fingertips, he reached out to take it.

   After receiving him, his hands sank, and he almost staggered. Bai Po quickly supported him, and raised his head sincerely, "Grandpa, let me do it."

   Then slowly hooked the bag over with one finger.

   Very relaxed, as if the bag was not something weighing eight catties, but a feather.

  Ji Heng: "...?"

   "What are you?" He locked the door while looking at her, and there was always something the size of four eggs.

   so heavy?

  "Tools for exercising," Bai Po took out a small ball from the bag and tilted his head: "Grandpa, do you have a thicker soft belt? I'll wear it."

five minutes later.

  Ji Heng looked at his weak granddaughter and tied four **** to her hands and feet.

   Then say "good night" to him calmly.

  **

   Early the next morning.

  Bai Po made an appointment with Jiang He to go to the Xiangcheng Library.

   Qingshui Street No. 12 bus is very convenient. From the city gate to Qingshui Street to the school to the library, an assembly line almost runs through the entire Xiangcheng.

  The library is the next stop of the school.

  Bai Po could see Jiang He squatting by the lamp post opposite the library from a distance in the car.

  He was wearing a small blue shirt and a white vest, and squatted facing the pillar, ignoring anyone around him.

  Jiang Fuli stood beside him, helping Jiang He restore the broken Rubik's Cube to three faces with the same center color with a cold face.

  He was wearing a black T-shirt, his cold white fingers seemed to be holding frost and snow, and his long black eyelashes were drawn together.

   Slowly recovering the Rubik's Cube with one hand, while looking down at him coldly: "Did you recover with your feet after squatting here all night?"

  Jiang He didn't want to stay by his side, so he moved another position and squatted facing the trash can.

   "Do you think it's time for me to put it in?" Jiang Fuli sneered.

  Jiang He covered his ears with both hands.

opposite.

  Ming Dongheng and Chen Ju stood far beside the black business car, not daring to approach them.

   Nervous Ming Dongheng saw the No. 12 bus arriving, he cheered up, the bus stopped, and a water-green figure got off the bus, he suddenly breathed a sigh of relief.

  Chen Ju originally frowned and smoked.

  Seeing Bai Po, he immediately pinched his cigarette, and finally knew what Ming Dongheng was waiting for, and immediately greeted Bai Po: "Miss Bai."

   "Miss Bai," Ming Dongheng also stepped forward, and he respectfully handed the small schoolbag in his hand to Bai Po, "This is the young master's schoolbag, please give it to him later."

  When Jiang Fuli taught Jiang He a lesson, no one in the entire Jiang family dared to approach him, let alone Dong Heng.

  Even when Jiang Xijue passed by, both of them would be affected.

  Jiang Fuli stayed in the lab last night and didn't come back.

  Jiang He stayed at home alone and didn't sleep. In the middle of the night, he ran to the opposite side of the library to wait for Bai Po. After recovering the Rubik's Cube, he squatted beside the pillar, motionless.

  Ming Dongheng didn't dare to disturb Jiang Fuli, nor did he dare to call Bai Po.

  Jiang Fuli's laboratory involves the handover of detectors. Ming Dongheng knows the seriousness and has been here with Jiang He.

  Jiang Fuli didn't know Jiang He was squatting here until he came back in the morning.

   "Jiang He's?" Bai Po reached out to take the small backpack with Chinese cabbage printed in Ming Dongheng's hand.

  She is wearing a large aqua blue double-breasted top with wide sleeves today, and a dark green horse face underneath, and her hair is still tied with a wooden hairpin.

  As soon as he raised his hand, a smear of red on his wrist and a silver-white metal the size of an egg were faintly revealed.

   "Yes," Ming Dongheng glanced at Jiang Fuli, "If possible, please tell the young master that Chen Bureau has something to ask him."

  Bai Po walked to the opposite side.

   Chen Ju still held the extinguished cigarette in one hand, and he was still staring at the silver-white metal in Bai Po's hand.

  Ming Dongheng frowned and reminded sharply, "Ju Chen, pay attention to your gaze."

   "Ah," Chen Ju came back to his senses, and looked at Ming Dongheng faintly, "Mr. Ming, don't you think the silver decoration on Miss Bai's hand looks familiar?"

   "Does it have anything to do with you?" Ming Dongheng glanced at him with a gloomy look.

"Hey, no," Chen Ju quickly explained, "That big piece of iridium? That big piece! It must weigh two catties! It's pure natural, not recycled! It's enough to make a rocket engine The nozzle is up! Didn't you see it??!"

   I just saw the quotation of iridium the day before yesterday, 1165. Um. it's hard to comment

   Time first, good night, good night

  

  

  (end of this chapter)