Yucheng, No. 1 Middle School, Scholarly Garden.

Here, it is the school district of key colleges and universities.

There is only one road away from No. 1 Middle School.

The scary reason for the high housing prices is that the environment is old and there is no elevator in the age house.

However, this land is the land of the Qiao family.

Almost half of the assets of the entire Yucheng are owned by the Qiao family.

But the Qiao family has ancestral training and rules.

Children and grandchildren must not be greedy for pleasure.

The prince of the family leaves home to study, if he learns from the rich second generation outside, he will have his own family law lessons.

However, Qiao Yu is also content.

Full of joy, he took the key to his new home from Uncle Zhou, dragged Jiang Yin and left.

"By the way, how did you get your school status?"

Qiao Yu took out the key and opened the keyhole.

Jiang Yinheng snorted and entered the door to put down his luggage, and said vaguely.

"I don't know, my dad did it."

"That's good."

Jiang Yin cautiously glanced at her nonchalant appearance and quietly breathed a sigh of relief.

Old Man Qiao is low-key, and the Jiang family is not low-key.

The young master of the Jiang family came to school in No. 1 Middle School, directly smashed a teaching building, and successfully enrolled in school.

To let Qiao Yu know that the parents of the two families are so favoritism, it is estimated that he feels uncomfortable.

The two entered the house.

Found the house quite big.

Three-bedroom layout.

Although the home is old, it is neat and clean, which makes people comfortable.

Jiang Yin spread out his luggage and prepared to pack the luggage of the two.

Qiao Yu didn't bring many things.

A Nine Heavens Qingyun Sword, a pour of Nanshan Cloud Tea, as well as the commonly used inkstone Mobao, and the classics to be memorized in the past few days.

It's all about Xiao Nanshan.

Qiao's things, I really didn't bring the same.

Jiang Yin thought to himself, no wonder Old Man Qiao was so angry early in the morning, and he didn't let people follow him.

He was burying his head in tidying up, but he didn't want an exclamation from the living room.

"Jiang Yin Ying!"

The boy was startled and hurriedly jumped up.

"What's wrong?"

In the living room, Qiao Yu stood in front of the sofa with a frightened expression.

She stretched out her white, slender fingertips and pointed to the wall.

"Look."

There is a TV!

"Damn!"

Jiang Yin's eyes widened!

There is a TV!

The two had a small tacit understanding and immediately glanced at the clock.

Twelve o'clock at noon!

Children's TV!

Streaming Digimon!

Qiao Yu quickly sat down on the sofa.

Jiang Yin immediately took out the remote control.

"Did you remember the volume?" Qiao Yu reminded.

"Remembered."

Needless to say.

When they were children, they peeked at TV, and they didn't even have to put the remote control in the slightest.

Turn on the volume, which station, and even prepare a wet towel to put behind the TV to cool down.

Watching TV with one ear.

On one side, you have to listen to the footsteps.

Be a thief.

However, since the age of six, the two have not touched this TV.

Being able to watch TV now is a surprise!

It's just that......

When Qiao Yu saw a flock of sheep on TV, his face was confused.

"Why isn't it a Digimon?"

That's not wrong.

Children's Satellite TV's schedule for playing cartoons, they are familiar with it.

Jiang Yin also frowned.

What is this lazy sheep?

Qiao Yu wants to see Digimon.

She thought about it seriously, and the huge network of contacts that the Qiao family knew.

"I remember that the son of my cousin's second aunt's brother-in-law is the host of Children's Satellite TV, you ask."

"Done!"

Jiang Yin found the landline and began to ask for the number everywhere.

Poor little host, I thought that the prince of the Qiao family had something important to order, and even the director was alarmed.

He picked up the phone in a sincere panic, and the result was ......

What the hell!

You ask me why I don't broadcast Digimon!

Why!

It's been ten years of old anime!

Why!

The little host is about to cry.

I can't bear to hit her.

"The Prince." He pondered and said, "Are you not connected to the Internet?" ”

The prince, who lives in the era of 2G networks, has a black face.