The Paranoid Protagonist is Addicted To My Stickers

Xia Wenhan strode out of the teaching building, Xia Zhinian looked at his angry back, sighed softly, and quickly followed.

In Xia's house, Jiang Yuan waited anxiously downstairs for a long time, almost wanting to go to the school to look for it, and finally heard the sound of someone coming back.

Xia Wenhan handed the car keys to the butler, and took his brother into the villa. Jiang Yuan went up to meet her, her delicate face was full of worry.

"What's going on, is what the class teacher said true?"

Teacher Qin called her first, but she was in the outskirts of the city and couldn't leave for a while, and Xia's father was abroad, so he let the eldest son go to school.

It turned out that she had been back for a long time, and Xia Wenhan had just arrived home... and brought his youngest son back.

Xia Wenleng took a cold look at Xia Zhinian, "It's true, I knew it a while ago, I thought I would change after I learned the lesson, but it turned out to be more and more arrogant. If this is the case, why stay in school and cause trouble for others."

Jiang Yuan pursed her lips slightly, a hint of worry flashed through the clear almond eyes that were exactly the same as those of Xia Zhinian's mother and son, and looked at the youngest son who lowered his head and said nothing, with a soft voice.

"Niannian, let's not talk about whether you are studying well or not. Tell your mother, do you really use toy snakes to scare people?"

Xia Zhinian's fingertips turned white, his chest seemed to be blocked for a moment, and he was so stuffy that he couldn't breathe.

Xia Wenhan taught him a lesson and reprimanded him, and it was within his expectation that he was suspended from school and brought back to Xia's house, and they all corresponded to the original plot.

He could keep his head silent and look gloomy enough, but the original owner's mother was so sad, worried that he had misunderstood, and the way she asked softly made him... a little at a loss.

He looked up, clenched his fingers, and said softly, "It's true."

Jiang Yuan's eyes turned red instantly, "Niannian, how can you, how can you..."

She paused, turned her head, tears slipped down her cheeks unexpectedly, and was quickly wiped away by her.

Xia Zhinian panicked for a moment, her eyes widened, she stepped forward a little, raised her hand in a daze, opened her mouth to speak but didn't know what to say.

Xia Wenhan handed Jiang Yuan two tissues, and his eyes fell on his younger brother coldly, "Xia Zhinian, the family knows that you were kidnapped when you were young and suffered a lot outside, and they have tried their best to make up for you, but what about you?" .”

"I've been home for more than two months, and now I don't even want to call my parents."

Xia Zhinian understood what he meant, her fingertips turned white, her lips were tightly pressed, and she lowered her head slightly without responding.

...He is not the original owner after all.

Jiang Yuan calmed down and sighed softly, "Xiaohan, don't be angry, it was me and your father who lost Niannian, it's our two faults."

"Go back and rest every year."

Xia Zhinian glanced at her almond-shaped eyes, then lowered her eyes again, sighed inwardly, turned around silently and went upstairs.

In the original text, after the mid-term exam, the Xia family found out about the original owner. They took care of it for a while, but they didn't.

The original owner claimed to like Chu Qingjian to the bone, so it was him. He had been abducted for more than ten years, and the Xia family felt guilty and sympathetic to him, so they could only lower their faces and beg the Chu family to take care of him.

But then the original owner went too far, and finally died in a car accident. The Xia family gave more than half of the business resources in their hands to the Chu family, as thanks and as an apology, and then the family emigrated.

The Xia family is good at disciplining the children, but it's a pity that the original owner is dead, and he wants to return to the original world.

The "Xia Zhinian" of this world will die sooner or later.

At noon, it began to rain heavily outside, and the sky was as dark as night, crackling water droplets hit the glass, splashing small splashes, and then slid down.

The dense and continuous sound of raindrops is obviously irresistible, but it is not annoying, but more and more peaceful.

Xia Zhinian likes this kind of heavy rain, when he opens the window, the moist and cold breath blows towards his face.

The direction of the plot was consistent with the original text. He knew very well that he would be locked up at home for a week of self-reflection. He had nothing to do, so he just lay back on the bed and closed his eyes to sleep.

For several days, except for eating, he stayed in the room for the rest of the time, trying to avoid communicating with Xia's mother and child.

The night was dark, and the rain outside kept hitting the ground one after another. Jiang Yuan watched him go upstairs, his figure disappeared behind the door, and the worry on his face became more and more obvious.

"Xiao Han, does he blame us for not letting him go to school to find that child from the Chu family?"

Xia Wenhan had no expression on his face, and took Jiang Yuan back to the sofa to sit down, "He grew up in an orphanage, and was besieged and blackmailed, and he was safe because of Chu Qingjian's appearance, so he didn't care about Chu Qingjian." strangeness."

"But thinking about it can't be the reason for him to cause trouble for others."

Xia Wenhan paused, and said, "Take care of it slowly in the future."

Jiang Yuan sighed, still looking upstairs, "But we didn't let him go out, he stays in the room every day, so don't hold back."

Xia Wenhan snorted coldly, "No, he dared to scare people with fake snakes, so he won't hold back when he's angry."

Jiang Yuan sighed softly.

But the next day, until noon, Xia Zhinian didn't leave the room.

The young man was lying on the bed, his head was dizzy, his whole body was cold and he had no strength at all. He was curled up in the blanket, but felt hot again, so he stretched out his hands and legs.

"Knock knock."

The door was knocked lightly, and Jiang Yuan's voice sounded concerned, "Niannian, are you awake? It's noon, get up and eat something before going to bed."

Xia Zhinian had tinnitus in his ears, he opened his eyes in a daze, looked towards the door, but found that there was no movement, and closed his eyes again.

Jiang Yuan was a little worried, another gentle boy at the door nodded politely, and said gently: "Aunt Jiang, let me go in and see him, student Xia is weak, and has been sick several times during this time, it rained yesterday, don't catch a cold .”

Jiang Yuan looked at the boy hesitantly, "Xiao Ci, I know you are the class monitor, but every year at school you always have trouble with you, you still..."

The boy has a clear face and a slender figure. His shirt is buttoned up to the top one. The double eyelid of his right eye is unusually deep behind, with a thin scar protruding out. His eyeliner is the same, and his smile is more calm and gentle.

—It is the protagonist who accepts Yan's resignation.

Yan Ci smiled, "Student Xia used to have a bad temper, but it's much better recently. The toy snake is just a joke and doesn't get in the way."

"He is the person assigned by the head teacher to help me. He hasn't come during this period of time. I guess the course has fallen a lot, so I'll take a look."

After Chinese get out of class, he went out to look for it, but there was no sign of the rice cake dumpling that should have been punished to stand by the station gate. I asked the teacher in charge, and only said that I was unwell when I was punished to stand, so I asked for leave and went home.

At that time, he guessed that he was taken back by his parents.

He thought that after a day of training, he would be able to return to school on Tuesday, but he didn't come at the end of the week, and he regretted it a bit.

I knew it wasn't so fierce.

The special medicine is going to be lost.

Jiang Yuan sighed softly, knocked on the door, but there was still no response, she said to the inside, and stretched out her hand to open the door.

Yan resigned and entered the room.

The light inside was dim, the boy curled up on the bed, his white and slender hands and feet were exposed, half of his face was buried under the quilt.

His eyes were closed, his ears were red, and he was breathing heavily.

He glanced at the wide open window, closed it first, turned his gaze back to the young man, and approached him.

"Student Xia."

Xia Zhinian vaguely noticed the movement of the door opening and closing, tried to open his eyes, and saw a tall boy, his head was confused, he opened his mouth, and his voice was soft.

"Brother? Is that you?"