After he stopped tossing, the injury on Yan Leng's body was finally almost healed, but on his white and firm back, with bulging muscles, there was still a crimson and purple wound, almost running through the left shoulder and right ribs, and only a piece of blue and yellow was left on the ribs, which was no longer a big problem. And the purple-purple-black traces on Cen Ge's body have long disappeared without a trace, and the wheat complexion is lined with a straight back, hiding the faint old wounds on it well, looking healthy and powerful.

The two of them who disappeared for a whole week finally returned to school, and for Cen Ge, life was finally on the right track again, and the week before was simply off track. And for the young master Yan, who has long been unaccustomed to classes, life has fallen into a quagmire again, he has not been a student for many years, and now let him sit obediently in the chair and listen to the teacher spit on the podium and talk about what college entrance examination questions, what problem traps, what equation details are wrong, he only feels that his head is extremely big, more than 20 years have passed, and he has long forgotten about it. But there was no way, he could only take all the books to the school, when the teacher was talking on the podium, he was flipping through the books one by one, just like that, two whole days passed, Yan Leng finally finished reading all the subjects except Chinese, and breathed a sigh of relief, fortunately, he didn't learn anything too difficult in high school, and after reading the book, he already had a rough idea in his heart, but the ancient poetry of the Chinese language still had to spend some effort.

However, Yan Leng was not very relieved, so he took a complete set of mock papers, and made a whole day of papers, compared them with the answers, and was completely relieved, except for the language, the remaining scores are a little higher than the scores in his previous exams, at least in the grades, as for which school can he apply for in the college entrance examination, Yan Leng sneered, in his last life, he went to Jinghua University to study business administration, and in this life, I am afraid that it has nothing to do with Jinghua University.

Thinking of the college entrance examination in his previous life, and thinking of Cen Ge, Yan Leng only felt that his heart was blocked again.

In the college entrance examination in his last life, Cen Ge's eyes were no longer visible, but he didn't know that the "kind-hearted person" who donated his retina to him was Cen Ge, and he was still wasting his life, and Cen Ge had already withered his years.

Yan Leng shook his head, forcing himself not to be sentimental in the past, and suddenly, he thought of another question, which university did Cen Ge want to go to and what major? In his previous life, Cen Ge did not take the college entrance examination, but in this life, he will definitely go to college, his grades are so good, probably all the universities in the country have to be chosen by him. Young Master Yan was still in a daze at the dozen rolls in front of him, but he had already looked at his dear classmates.

What's the situation? Everyone knows that Yan Leng has good grades, but he never listens to classes, nor brushes questions, so good grades all rely on a smart head, as for the class, he may practice calligraphy, watch the ball game, draw for a while, or change to a girl at the same table, play a good brother and sister game, or directly cover his head and sleep, and then I don't know when to suddenly raise his head, and be stunned for a while, this is every day of Master Yan, they are all used to this Yan Leng who is never on the learning line, but I don't know what to do Yan Leng who didn't come to school for a week, it's such a terrifying picture, please don't make trouble。

Yan Leng didn't care about the horror of the little friends around him, he spread out a blank piece of paper again, and began to write down the code names of all the people he knew who had enemies with him in his past life and this life, and then drew one strange symbol after another on it, with crosses and ticks, as well as percent signs, infinite symbols, etc., etc., etc., the curious person was completely stunned at a glance, and drew another bunch of ghost talismans on top of a bunch of ghost talismans, as well as a bunch of addition, subtraction, and subtraction, young master, how idle are you.

Yan Leng continued to write and draw, then closed his eyes and thought for a while, and then increased and decreased, and then continued to write and paint, and finally when this cheap straw paper could no longer accommodate a word, Master Yan finally let it go with great mercy, and then took out another piece of paper, wrote down a bunch of numbers, and then stared at this pile of numbers for a long time, and finally drew circles on a few of them, and then looked at the black ink on his hand, and turned the whole hand over and over again to look at it a few times, and determined that only the side of his right hand was rubbed with ink, and his face was finally lightened a little darker than ink, and his heart began to count the countdown to class。

Finally got out of class, Yan Leng took a step on his long legs, ran to the water room, and began to rub his right hand fiercely, trying to wash the condensed ink clean, but he didn't expect that the ink that had already dried out was so easy to wash off, Yan Leng looked at his hands, I don't know why the brain made up the face of the blue-faced beast Yang Zhi, his face was black again, and he lowered his head and continued to fight with the extremely stubborn ink stain, and suddenly stretched out a hand beside him, holding a piece of soap, Yan Leng was very grateful to this person who appeared in time, and when he looked up, he found that this person turned out to be Cen Ge, and suddenly felt that his old face was red, and he hurriedly took the soap, lowered his head again, and fought with the ink stain, just the head with his head lowered glanced to the side from time to time, and his heart beat a little faster.

The soap that Cen Ge handed over successfully played its role, and successfully washed away the extremely stubborn ink stain before Yan Leng rubbed his hand off a layer of skin.

Yan Leng straightened up, let out a long breath, and finally washed it off, and then Shi Shiran walked away, the piece of soap that was so cheap that it couldn't be cheaper was secretly secreted by Young Master Yan, Cen Ge looked at Yan Leng and walked back, crying and laughing, this person is really ......

Young Master Yan, who successfully harvested a soap, was in a very good mood, with a pocket in his pocket, and floated back to the classroom with a treacherous smile on the corner of his mouth, and looked at a group of people, it was too fake, the owner of such a treacherous and extremely obvious smile was Yan Leng, this was taken away.

Well, in fact, you have already brushed shoulders with the truth.

Yan Leng returned to the classroom with an inexplicable feeling of excitement, but found that a familiar figure was sitting in his seat, and his face instantly smiled, and he was replaced with a face with an official smile.

"Why are you here?"

"You can't move this person, that's my goal this time. The man didn't answer Yan Leng's question, but pointed to one of the ghost drawing talismans on the paper and said coldly.

"I've been checking on him for a long time, how can I let him go casually. Yan Leng still had an official smile on his face, leaning into the man's ear and whispering, which looked like teasing.

The man was indifferent.

"Why don't we cooperate, huh?" Yan was so cold that he sat down next to the man, and got closer.

"Okay" After speaking, he gave Yan Leng a hard punch, forcing Yan Leng to get up and dodge, and then Shi Shiran left.

"By the way, how is Zhao Yao?"

“…… She's not going to get you in trouble, but she doesn't say anything for the rest. ”

Yan Leng nodded, didn't speak, and felt that this result was already the best result, and he could only accept it when he saw it.

Looking at the back of the person leaving, he was obviously a living person, and he was still a woman with a good face, but he was like a machine person, except for the task, everything else had nothing to do with her, so he could rest assured that he could make ambiguous feelings to confuse others, because all women could fake with him, only she wouldn't, Zhao Xiaoya, a woman who has no love in her life, a woman who only lives for the task.