The God-level Scholar of Agent Rebirth

Chapter 13 A group of friendly classmates
"Call an ambulance, call the police." Mrs. Zhou yelled, completely panicking. The aggressive woman just now looked like a lunatic.

Teacher Chen quickly took out his mobile phone and called an ambulance, and the dean kept comforting Mrs. Zhou.

Mrs. Zhou went crazy now, pointing to the other two people and said: "Why didn't you stop her just now? You two are also accomplices, I want you all to be buried together."

The dean immediately turned pale with fright, and quickly blamed Teacher Chen, saying: "You were so close to her just now, why didn't you stop her? Sheng Xia Ye is still a student in your class, and she keeps getting into trouble again and again. As the head teacher, you must be responsible, Chen Zhong, please write your resignation letter."

"I've been wronged, all of this is Midsummer Ye's fault, me, me, me..." Chen Zhong wanted to cry without tears, and hurriedly made excuses for himself.

Midsummer Yechu watched the farce in the office calmly, as if he was an outsider, not disturbed by the affairs in the office at all, and looked at Zhou Sen who was fainted on the sofa with cold eyes.

"three!"

"two!"

"one!"

With a "snap", Sheng Xiaye snapped his fingers.

Zhou Sen opened his eyes slowly. He rubbed the center of his brows, looked at Mrs. Zhou who was mad, and said in a low voice, "Stop making noise."

"Honey, are you okay? You really scared me to death just now." Mrs. Zhou's eyes were red.

Zhou Sen stood up from the sofa, looked at Shengxia Ye with complicated eyes, walked slowly in front of her, stared at Shengxia Ye condescendingly for a long time, no matter how you looked at it, the girl in front of her was just an ordinary female high school student. .

"Husband, I have already called the police. This stinky girl dared to beat you. What should I do if something happens to you?" Mrs. Zhou came to her senses and directed her malicious intent towards Sheng Xia Ye.

Zhou Sen stopped Mrs. Zhou, and asked in a deep voice, "Who is your master?"

"There is no master." Sheng Xiaye said calmly, "Even if you search the whole world, you can't find anyone who can save you, except me."

"How do you make me believe it?" Zhou Sen was still in shock, how he believed it was simply unbelievable.

There was a faint smile on the corner of Sheng Xiaye's mouth, and his dark eyes were like gems, so radiant and penetrating, he asked, "Isn't it enough to prove it just now?"

"I..." Zhou Sen just passed out for a minute, and he felt the most stinging part relieved a lot. He thought he was hallucinating, but his heavy body became much lighter.

"If you are willing to gamble, I don't care, anyway, your life is yours." Sheng Xia Ye said, "If there is nothing else, I have to go to class, don't disturb my study."

Mrs. Zhou couldn't understand the conversation between her husband and her, what a mess.

Chen Zhong was also surprised by Sheng Xiaye's attitude, is he leaving now?

Walking out the door so swaggeringly, the boxing champion didn't bother her?

Zhou Sen suddenly said, "Stop."

That's right.

Sheng Xia Ye didn't stop, and continued to walk out. Zhou Sen walked up to Sheng Xia Ye in three or two steps, blocked her way, and said, "I tell you to stop and help me."

"Is this your attitude of asking for help?" Sheng Xiaye was expressionless.

"Then what do you think?" Zhou Sen is a big bastard who crawled out from the bottom. He earned his honor and wealth by being beaten and beaten. After thinking for a while, he said, "You hurt my son. A write-off."

"Honey, what did you say?" Mrs. Zhou said in surprise.

"Shut up." Zhou Sen scolded.

Mrs. Zhou was resentful and dared not speak. Although Zhou Sen was very kind to her at ordinary times and she was in charge of the family, but when she really became fierce, she still didn't dare to talk too much.

"A write-off?" Midsummer Ye laughed.

Zhou Sen was a little annoyed and said, "Then what do you want?"

"So your life is so worthless?" Sheng Xiaye rubbed his chin.

Upon hearing this, Zhou Sen understood, and said, "If you cure me, I can give you one hundred thousand."

Chen Zhong was dumbfounded, didn't he come to find fault?Why do you want to give Shengxiaye money?
Sheng Xiaye raised her eyebrows and stretched out a hand. Her slender fingers were white and slender, and there were calluses on the palm left by the original owner's housework.

"50 is fine." Zhou Sen's eyebrows stretched, as if he didn't care much about the price.

"I'm talking about 500 million." Midsummer Ye said.

Mrs. Zhou said sharply: "Are you crazy? You still dare to ask for money. Do you know that I can send you to prison and make you never come out."

"Then you just wait to be a widow." Sheng Xiaye retorted calmly, not getting angry at all because of Mrs. Zhou's attitude.

Mrs. Zhou was so angry that her blood surged up. After all, Zhou Sen had seen the big world, and he had already spent a lot of money on the treatment of his old illness. It didn't improve at all, and it was getting worse. The doctor also said that he might will be paralyzed.

"It's a deal." Zhou Sen agreed.

"It's impossible to make a promise. I have to find a lawyer to sign the contract. If some people renege on their debts, I will lose a lot." Sheng Xiaye said with a smile.

Zhou Sen was stunned for a moment, then he also laughed and said, "That little girl is quite smart."

"Must." Midsummer Ye smiled.

"When will the treatment start?" Zhou Sen asked.

Sheng Xiaye thought for a while and said, "It's fine when I find a lawyer. I need to collect the deposit first."

"Bring the phone." Zhou Sen stretched out his hand.

Sheng Xiaye handed over her mobile phone, and the two became friends. Zhou Sen directly transferred 1 yuan to her and said, "This is a deposit. I hope you don't let me down, or you will die miserably."

"The boss is rich." Sheng Xiaye had a pleasant face.

Zhou Sen said again: "That's all for today, Wanrong, let's go home."

"But..." Mrs. Zhou seemed to have a lot of questions, but finally swallowed it down.

On the way back, Zhou Sen walked like flying, Mrs. Zhou could hardly keep up. She didn't realize it until she got into the car, and asked in amazement, "Is it okay for you to walk so fast?"

"I hope that girl really has the ability to cure me." Zhou Sen's eyes were calm, full of evil spirits, the old enemy and conspiracy in the boxing ring made him unable to take the stage again, his hatred...

"What if it can't be cured?" Mrs. Zhou asked in fear.

Zhou Sen closed his eyes and leaned on the car seat.

In the dean's office.

Sheng Xiaye had already left, Chen Zhong and the teaching director looked at each other, what the hell is going on?

"Director Fang, can Sheng Xiaye be transferred to another class?" Chen Zhong asked tremblingly.

Director Fang glanced at him and said, "Didn't you tell me to resign?"

"No, I have seniors and juniors." Chen Zhong cried out hastily.

Director Fang was in no mood to listen to his nonsense, and planned to report the matter of Midsummer Night to the principal.

Sheng Xiaye had already returned to the classroom at this time, looked at her neat schoolbag and books, flipped through the neat fonts in the notes, nodded in satisfaction, and said with a smile: "I knew that there are a group of friendly students in our class, my Sheng Xia Having your classmates at night is the greatest wealth in my life, thank you for helping me find my books and notebooks."

"..."

Who the hell is friendly with her, and doesn't look at how he threatens others?

Everyone was upset, but they didn't dare to say it.

Someone silently thought in their hearts that it would be great if someone took Sheng Xia Ye away. Everyone wanted to go to the campus forum to see if anyone scolded Sheng Xia Ye. Suddenly, they saw that Mo Xi, the president of the student union, posted a video message 1 minute ago.

His handsome face occupies the center of the video, he is cold and calm, his unique temperament is charming but a little immature, and his deep voice announces that he accepts the challenge of Midsummer Night.

"Wow, the president thinks highly of Midsummer Ye too much, and even responded to her personally." Someone exclaimed.

"The president is really handsome."

"The president's voice is very nice, quickly save the video, and lick the screen."

……

When Sheng Xiaye heard her name, she couldn't help but glance at the screen of her deskmate, who looked down at the phone screen, and said, "What are you looking at?"

"Why are you looking at my phone, don't you?" The deskmate hurriedly blocked the screen and said in a vicious voice.

But when he looked up and saw Sheng Xia Ye's smiling face, he couldn't help shivering, and explained in a low voice, "I didn't mean that."

"I know, so what are you looking at?" Sheng Xiaye had a faint smile on his face, as if he was really not angry because of his words.

The deskmate whispered, "It's the president..."

"The president is here!" Suddenly someone shouted.

Everyone looked out of the window, and saw a group of tall young men wearing the uniforms of the holy school, but they were slightly different from everyone else's clothes. There were golden buttons on their collars, which represented the student union.

A group of them walked into this classroom.

Mo Xi, who was the leader, was surrounded by everyone, and the students in the class couldn't help looking up and watching with that face like a god and aristocrat. The girls' hearts were trembling, only Sheng Xia Ye curled her lips, thinking silently in her heart: Compared with Gu Vassals were nowhere near that.

"Who is Midsummer Night?" Mo Xi's cold and haughty gaze swept over everyone in the classroom. The young man's voice was a bit cold, but very sweet.

(End of this chapter)