"Quick time travel" long way to chase his wife

Chapter 312 The Blind Man and the Rich Young Master

After a long time, Yun Chu came back to his senses amidst the loud sighs around him. He raised his hand and patted Mo Chi's drenched back. There was a faint smile in his cold voice, which could be ignored: "Okay, let me go, you stink, do you know that?"

Mo Chi let him go, lowered his head seriously and sniffed his body, and said, "No, you smell it, it smells very good. I just took a shower last night."

The handsome, tall boy acted like a spoiled child to the blind man who was half a head shorter than him. This scene fell on the eyes of the people around him, and the eyeballs of those people almost fell out of shock.

Is the cruel and ruthless school bully in the legend so easy to get along with? !

Mo Chi didn't care about other people's eyes on him, he wrapped Yun Chu in his powerful arms vaguely, like a lion protecting its food.

"Did you cheer for me just now?" Mo Chi asked.

Yun Chu nodded, and answered honestly: "Yes."

After getting the answer he wanted, Mo Chi was finally satisfied, and then Yun Chu asked again: "What's the score now?"

"Twenty to 21." Mo Chi replied easily, and Yun Chu's beautiful brows were slightly frowned, but they were smoothed away by a hot hand before they formed.

Mo Chi gently rubbed the center of his brow with his thumb, and said with a smile, "Don't frown, it's easy to get old."

"Are you... sure?" Yun Chu originally wanted to ask him if he could win, but he changed the way he said it.

Mo Chi naturally knew what he was asking, and smiled as he rumpled the neat hair of the young man in front of him. His dark and deep eyes were full of tenderness, and he said, "Yunchu, you have to trust me."

After saying this, it was time for the intermission, and Mo Chi gave him another hug, before turning around and rejoining the battlefield.

The situation in the second half became more and more serious. Yun Chu couldn't see it, so he could only stop the deafening shouts in his ears, one after another, drowning him like a wave.

After a short break, Mo Chi seemed to be on the hook, making three-pointers one after another, and opened the score forcefully by himself. Zhang Xu watched him running back and forth on the court, with resentment and anger in his eyes. Unwilling to be so rich that it almost drips out.

With only the last ten seconds left in the game, Mo Chi tricked the opponent in front of him with a fake move. He jumped, threw the ball, landed, and the movements were smooth and smooth. The basketball in his hand seemed to have eyes. The basket flies away.

"Kang Dang", the ball went in and hit the floor with a muffled sound. After a brief silence, there was a flood of applause and shouts, which lasted for a long time.

The five people across from Zhang Xu were all dumbfounded, gasping for breath and looking at the basketball bouncing on the floor, as if they couldn't believe that the game that blocked their dignity was over like this.

Mo Chi took a breath, and walked up to Zhang Xu. The other party bent over and drooped his shoulders, as if he had suffered a major blow, with confusion on his face. Mo Chi looked down at him condescendingly. There was indifference in Youyou's eyes.

"I would like to admit defeat, and don't let me see you again in the future." He turned around and left after saying this, unaware that the venomous eyes behind him were fixed on him.

Watching Mo Chi pass through the crowd and leave side by side with the skinny teenagers, Zhang Xu laughed in a hoarse voice, the laughter was creepy.

After this competition, Mo Chi became even more famous. Every day, people came to see him outside the window of Class [-] and [-]. There were even pink envelopes and exquisitely packaged chocolates in the belly of the table.

When Mo Chi saw these, he put them away expressionlessly, and then fed them all to the trash can in the corner of the classroom without any hesitation.

Wei Peng, who saw the opposite of him, yelled that he died of drought and died of waterlogging.

The mid-term exam is just around the corner, and Mo Chi's recent situation has been noticed by every teacher who came to class. They were amazed and relieved at the same time, especially the old principal, who pretended to call him away Ask in your own office.

"I heard that you have worked hard lately, boy. Why, did you take the wrong medicine?" In the spacious and bright office, the golden sunlight shines through the clean glass and sprinkles the room with gold. The old principal behind the desk looks at the The boy who bowed his head and sipped his tea raised his thick black eyebrows.

I don't know if it was his illusion, but in just one month, the temperament of the young man has undergone earth-shaking changes. Now he is like a simple and textured knife.The sharp sword is wrapped in a scabbard, but this does not mean that he cannot kill, on the contrary, it makes him more mysterious and sharp.

The old headmaster's eyes moved to his action of tasting tea, and there was a touch of appreciation and inquiry in his eyes.

"I just thought, life is so beautiful, I feel like I'm wasting it too much." Mo Chi put down the teacup in his hand, raised his head and smiled at him for a moment.

How shrewd is the old headmaster, just listening to the words brought to him by the teacher below and what he learned during this period of time, he understood seven or eight points in his heart.

"Is it for the one named Yunchu?"

As soon as he asked, the smile on the face of the boy opposite him disappeared instantly.

Those dark and deep eyes looked at him quietly. For a moment, the old headmaster felt that he was intimidated. Just when he frowned displeasedly and wanted to speak, Mo Chi suddenly smiled softly stand up.

The tense atmosphere in the office disappeared in an instant.

"Grandpa Gao, since you already know, why do you need to ask me?"

"Are you serious, boy? Is he the important person you mentioned?" The old headmaster sat up slightly from the leather chair, and looked straight at Mo Chi with sharp eyes, as if he wanted to see through him.

Mo Chi graciously let him see, nodded, "That's him."

The old headmaster no longer had a smile on his face. He was someone who had seen big storms, and he understood many things better than anyone else, so he clearly understood Mo Chi's thoughts for that boy.

"Are you serious?"

"Grandpa Gao," Mo Chi still smiled, "You're asking unnecessary questions again."

"Third boy, you have to know that this road is not easy." The old headmaster looked at Mo Chi with an unprecedented serious expression.

The upward arc of Mo Chi's lips did not change at all. He got up, picked up the teacup on the table and drank the tea inside in one gulp. The cup rested lightly on the table with a soft sound.

"What age is it now?" The boy turned around and walked towards the door against the direction of the light. When he reached out to grab the doorknob, he stopped, and he could not hear the emotional ups and downs in the somewhat quiet room. , "Whether it is good to go or not, you have to walk once before you know. I, Mo Chi, have never been a coward who shrinks back when encountering difficulties."