Transmigrating To Become The Boss’s Little Fairy

After coming out of the haunted house, it was already dark.

Qi Ying took Ji Rang to buy a marshmallow, and pointed to the ferris wheel slowly rotating not far away: "Will you use it to end the itinerary today?"

Ji Ran certainly said yes.

There was no longer a line at this time, the staff led them in and locked the door. The two sat face to face, Qi Ying glanced out the window and gradually lifted off the ground.

After rising, the Ferris wheel was a little dangling. She didn't dare to move. She sat back obediently, looked at the opposite Ji Rang, and asked softly, "Don't you have fun today?"

Ji Ran nodded.

She smiled so sweetly that she kept looking out the window, waiting for the Ferris wheel to rise to the highest point, her eyes lit up, she turned her head to look at him, and said seriously, "I will be with you for your birthday every year in the future."

There is a legend that when the Ferris wheel is closest to the sky, the promises promised will be fulfilled.

She was waiting for this.

Ji made my heart soft and sweet.

When he was eighteen years old, God sent a little fairy to him to rescue him. She was not afraid of his reputation or loathing his actions. No matter how fierce he was at first, she always chased after him.

Now thinking about the life of self-harm in those past years, I suddenly feel like an absurd nightmare.

It was she who broke into his dream, with a warmth and light, that dispelled the haze in the dream, allowing him to see the sun.

And now he wants to come out of that dream.

Because, his girl, lives in the real world.

He had to come out to stay with her for a long time.

From the Ferris wheel, today's date is officially over. Ji Rong first sent Qi Ying home and asked her to go to the library to do her homework before she took a taxi back to where she lived.

When I got home, I saw a pile of gift boxes at the door.

Every year, in previous years, he only picked out Ji Ji and Chen Fengzhi, and kicked off the remaining two feet, waiting for the cleaning worker to take it out the next day. This time when I looked at the beautifully packed boxes, my eyes darkened and they all hugged in.

But he didn't dismantle, he threw his head on the bed with a lot of debris in the guest room, and locked the door.

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The half-month summer vacation passed by, and many students did not even write their homework for the holidays, and they were facing the beginning of school. But this time is different from the past. Senior year, one of the most important stages in life, officially entered from today.

In the morning, the teachers from various subjects came to collect their homework, and then issued new papers. They were seamlessly connected, just as they did not have a holiday at all, and they were still in class yesterday.

In the afternoon, the school arranged a "high school seniors mobilization meeting", all high school students must attend the auditorium.

Representative teachers, school leaders, principals, and directors of education all came to the stage to give the group of senior students a lot of chicken blood and chicken soup to stimulate their morale.

Several of Qu Dazhuang yawned behind him: "It seems to be a pyramid scheme. Can this work?"

Liu Haiyang said, "Why not? Look at it."

He pointed in the direction of the second class, giving a strong and firm look. Yue Li wore her school uniform and squeezed her fists. Her face was full of excited flushing, her eyes glowed, and she followed the teaching director and shouted, "I can! I can do it!"

Qu Dazhuang: "..."

The junior high school semester began so vigorously.

The blackboard of each class has a countdown to the college entrance examination, and an inspirational banner is posted. The second class is very connotative.

Class Nine is in line with the wild style of their class. The post is "improve one point and kill a thousand people."

Liu Yao stood on the podium with emotion, looked at the slogan, touched the countdown calendar, and finally roared with anger: "Classmates! Last year, come on!"

Qu Dazhuang was secretly playing with a cell phone. Seeing Liu Yao, he was a bit moved: "Lao Liu hasn't been easy in recent years. With all my strength, I'm a bit sorry for the worst class.

Liu Haiyang scolded him: "Why don't you put your phone away and read a book?"

Qu Dazhuang: "..." He suddenly wondered: "Is Teacher's Day coming soon? This is the last Teacher's Day in high school, shall we prepare something for Liu?"

In the past, some classes used class fees to give flowers and pens to teachers on Teacher's Day. They were careful, but Class Nine never seemed to do this.

The penultimate class does not even study, how can it be done.

Ji Rang originally made a paper by the side. When he heard Qu Dazhuang's words, he suddenly looked up and asked, "What day is Teacher's Day?"

Qu Dazhuang: "Wow, you don't even know this, brother, September 10th! Just next Tuesday."

Ji Rang thoughtfully, looking at Liu Yao who was still standing on the podium with a look of emotion, and whispered, "It's time to give something."

Qu Dazhuang couldn't study hard, but he was very enthusiastic about this kind of thing: "Okay! We'll go to the class leader to ask how much the class fee is, for the old Liu!"

Ji Rang kicked him in his chair: "The whole fart! Pack up your cellphone for Lao Tzu! Read well! You won't be able to finish the math paper just sent out after school today!"

Qu Dazhuang: "???"

"And you guys!" The big man swept through the back row of bad students who were not doing their jobs properly. "All the fuck, I'll learn from Lao Tzu!"

Everyone: "........."

It is true that you are not a member of the study committee.

The bell rang during the class. Under the cold sight of the big brother, the back row was as quiet as a chicken.

At the end of the class, the English teacher explained to the class representative that he put away the papers that were issued yesterday and issued new papers.

The English class representative is a very quiet girl and the top three in the class. She wears thick glasses and has many acne on her forehead, which is ordinary and ordinary.

When I received the row next to the wall, the same boys hippie smiled at the end of the crane: "Bring us a copy of the paper and copy it. We didn't write it."

The English class representative just ignored them: "If you don't write, you have to hand it in."

The boy dangled: "Lao Tzu is not good, how can you treat Lao Tzu? Go ahead and sue, ugly."

The class representative almost cried.

Turn around and leave.

Just turned around, I saw Ji Rang coming, holding a rolled English book in his hand, his eyes were cold, his face was not expression, but his hands were heavy, and he slammed the English book on the boy's head.

The boy was screamed. He turned around and looked at him. He didn't dare to scream, holding his head again and again to ask for forgiveness: "Let the brother let the brother! I was wrong! Don't hit it, say something!"

Ji Rang hasn't sent a blast for a long time, and the whole nine classes are like chills, watching the big guys teach people.

He was choking enough, his voice was cold and cold: "English papers, find out, write now."

The boys were busy looking for papers from their desks, and their wrists were shaking as they held pens for the questions.

Ji Rang turned around and glanced at the whole class. It was still the same expression, as if it wasn't him who was violent and horrifying. He said very calmly: "The monthly exam at the end of the month, I hope that your respective total scores will be improved. The one with the least ascension ... "He paused, his thin lips evoking a cool smile:" I will come to you. "

Everyone in the ninth class: "??????"

Your mother! !! !! why? ? ?

Toxic! !! !!

The author has something to say: The second time is about 8 o'clock in the evening, and the word count will be supplemented by the second time ~!

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In response to editorial requirements, this article was renamed "Little Fairy Dressed as a Big Brother". Don't ask me why, I think you all understand. 2k novel reading network