Jiaoyang was the last one to attend Meng Tangjing's funeral.

  By the time she arrived, the funeral was even over.

  The coffin has already been buried in the ground, and the people have already sparked, leaving only a small box. The things at the funeral have also been withdrawn in sevens and eighties.

  But she still sincerely went through the process of attending the funeral, finally put down her bag, and walked to Lu Xishuo who was lying on the sofa.

   In the end, it was a big funeral, and the relatives had already left, leaving only Lu Xishuo who was still in charge of it all.

Jiao Yang looked at his increasingly thin jaw, and stretched out her hand to caress it with a distressed expression: "I'll let you do it all by yourself. What about the Meng family? Are they all dead? Why do we have to do their daughter's funeral?" You have a fiancé to do it."

  Lu Xishuo looked at her with a somewhat relieved smile in his eyes, and shook his head helplessly: "I asked to do it myself. Some things, I do it myself, and I feel more at ease."

  She curled her lips and sat down next to him with a puffy face: "Okay, then don't tire yourself out. It's over anyway."

   It's all over anyway.

  Lu Xishuo lowered his head and smiled, but didn't speak.

  The air was quiet for a while, and she spoke up again, looking at him and asking, "Brother, are you sad?"

  He was very close to his face.

  Lu Xishuo raised his head to look at her, his dark eyes were too close, but he couldn't see the expression clearly.

  He asked back: "What about you? Are you sad?"

"I?"

  Jiao Yang froze for a moment, then blinked his eyes.

  Why should I be sad.

  The next second, he leaned over, took her into his arms, and kissed her suddenly.

  Jiao Yang paused for a second, then stretched out her hand almost at the same time, wrapped her arms around the man's neck, and kissed back passionately.

  Lu Xishuo kissed her on the sofa in the living room for a while, then suddenly picked her up and walked towards the bedroom.

  The next day, Teacher Bai called Jiao Yang into the office.

  The two sat facing each other.

  Jiao Yang casually straddled her legs, played with the newly-made necklace on her wrist, and asked, "What's the matter?"

  Bai Mingjue didn't speak at first, but just stared at her closely, didn't see a trace of strange expression on her face, his heart was in a state of confusion.

   "Bai Zhiyao has transferred schools, you know about it, right?"

   "Ah, yeah."

She looked up at him, twitched the corners of her mouth, and continued to talk casually: "Finally no longer stay cheeky anymore? But to be honest, it's a bit disappointing, and there will be one less fun to play in the future .”

   "Sheng Jiaoyang."

  Bai Mingjue interrupted with a serious expression.

  Jiao Yang looked at him, the smile on the corner of her mouth gradually disappeared, and her face became expressionless.

"what do you want to say in the end."

   "Bai Zhiyao, and that Meng Tangjing who was about to transfer here, do these things have anything to do with you?"

  Jiao Yang looked at him, then spread her hands and said with a smile: "Why do you ask such a question?"

"answer me."

   "It doesn't matter." Jiao Yang looked into his eyes without dodging.

  Bai Mingjue moved away first, stood up, and limply grasped the corner of the desk, muttering anxiously to himself.

   "Better like you said."

  Jiao Yang is still sitting on the chair, looking up at him, expressionless: "Why, you don't trust me?"

   "It's not unbelief, I'm hoping, even begging, these things have nothing to do with you."

  Bai Mingjue didn't look back at her, but his grip became tighter and tighter: "Jiao Yang, doing those things is against the law. If it's really you, everything in your future will be ruined, do you know that?"

"Who said it, as long as no one knows it's fine. Even if someone knows, it's fine not to say no. Even if it is said, it's fine to win the lawsuit. Even if the lawsuit can't be won, it's fine to let the plaintiff disappear It's over." Obviously there are still so many opportunities, why are you so pessimistic and think about the worst.

  Jiao Yang tilted her head to look at him, and suddenly made a sound.

  Bai Mingjue froze for a moment, then suddenly turned around.

"What did you say?"

   "It was my brother who told me, what's the problem? He also told me that things like killing people are first-time students and second-time acquaintances."

   "Is this what he taught you?"

  Bai Mingjue came to her, and slapped her desk heavily: "Do you really not care about your future and future at all?" Does she really not care about their future?

   "You only know what Lu Xishuo told you, and you just listen to what he tells you? He taught you to kill, so are you going to kill?"

Jiao Yang was stunned for a moment, looked at the table in front of him, and stood up angrily: "Of course it is easier to listen to the words of people with the same views. He didn't teach me anything, but taught me how to protect myself. Anyway, he is the only A person who reached out to me at that time, what qualifications do you have to reprimand me? Where were you, the teacher at that time?

  At least he won’t be like you, teacher. I’ve already said that it’s not that I’m still doubting me in the future. If that’s the case, why do you ask me? What is the future? What is important in the future? I just want to make myself happy now. People who can’t even make themselves happy now have any qualifications to talk about the future? "

"I"

  Bai Mingjue was stunned, looked at her expression, and tried his best to ease his emotions: "Then do you want to continue like this? Don't you have a dream? Don't you have a future you want?"

   "Dream? Future?"

  Jiaoyang smiled indifferently, and looked into his eyes: "That's something that only a penniless person like Bai Zhiyao would want to pursue. I'm different."

   "What I have been pursuing is to make every day of my existence, every second of my breathing, very happy." Full of different fresh stimulation and happiness.

  Bai Mingjue froze on the spot, while Jiaoyang passed him and walked towards the office door.

   "Also, teacher, since our three views and pace are not in line, there is no need to torture each other together."

  She stood at the door, held the door with her hand, and said something.

   "Let's break up, Teacher Bai."

   Immediately afterwards, without looking at his expression, he turned and walked out the door.

  He came to the classroom without stopping, and Lu Ran worked hard at the desk to fold the tall books.

  He took a few steps back, glanced at it, and nodded in satisfaction.

  Just when she was about to bury her head on the ground, Jiao Yang walked over quickly, glanced to the side, and then pushed.

  The book collapsed instantly with a "bang".

   "Sheng Jiaoyang!"

   Lu Ran, who was hit on the head, raised his head and roared, his eyes were burning with anger.

one year later.

  There are two strange stories circulating in this world's most prestigious school.

   One is—the most strict professor in the world, Bai Mingjue, was able to live with the most difficult class A in this prestigious school for two years in peace for more than a whole year.

The second is—Sheng Jiaoyang, the most influential figure in this school, is the bottom of the school in almost every weekly exam and monthly exam, but every time an important big exam, he can perform supernormally every time, and miraculously leap into the whole year. The first three paragraphs.