Confrontation of 35

  That day, in the student cafeteria, everyone was eating, and when almost everyone had finished and left, Comrade Jiang Yan came to the table where Lu Jun was having his meal.

  "Land School."

  Lu Jun, Yao Ziye, including the soldiers in the front and back rows who hadn't finished eating, looked up at Jiang Yan with a hint of surprise in their eyes. They were all from the same class and had known each other for some time, so they knew that Jiang Dashi was not someone who liked to fawn on others. At least, Jiang Dashi would never directly flatter two masters.

  Jian saw an opportunity and immediately came over with his lunchbox from another table, ready to watch the show up close.

  "Anything, Principal Jiang?" Lu Jun spoke in his usual tone, voice calm and cold, not facing the leader, slightly lowering his head, as if only focusing on the rice in his lunchbox.

  "I heard it from her friend, apparently she unintentionally offended you, but as far as I know, she's not that kind of person. I hope Principal Lu will spare me the trouble and stop bothering her."

  The people around him suddenly gasped in unison.

  Jiang Dashao's tone was not at all like he was asking for a favor from the lord. Jiang Yan stood there, his eyebrows raised in arrogance, his voice firm and strong, clearly opposing the lord head-on.

  Jiang Yan thought after receiving the call from Lu Jun in early summer: Whatever Lu Jun's intentions were, whatever legitimate reason he had, anyone who bullied Manman under any pretext would not be tolerated. If he couldn't even protect his future wife, could he be called a soldier?

  Yao Ziye's slender eyebrows rose slightly as he said in a low voice, "Lu Jun."

  Mr. Yao wanted to calm things down. Gao Dashi was displeased and pouted: The good show has just begun.

  Lu Jun's deep and profound eyes seemed to see through everything, but his gaze was directed at some unknown place. His eyebrows furrowed: "Mianmian, is he entangled with Mianmian?" Was it? It seemed so. But everything should have ended with the appraisal results, yet, his cold gaze fell on Jiang Dashi's expression, which seemed to claim Mianmian as his own: "What is your relationship with her?"

  Gao Daxiao wants to whistle: Look at Junye's tone, it actually matches!

  He slightly raised his head, and Jiang Dashao's voice was unyielding: "I am her fiancé, our marriage certificate has already been submitted."

  Along with Lu Jun's puzzled gaze, Yao Ziye tapped his spoon against the rice box: He had heard of this matter, but Lu Jun still didn't know.

  In theory, if Mianmian wasn't a child of theirs, they wouldn't have the right to interfere with her marriage.

  His eyebrows rose and fell, and the young master suddenly jumped out with a string of words that seemed like a casual joke: "Alright, I know. You should have said so earlier. If I had known she was my comrade's fiancée, if she were bullied outside, I couldn't just let her be bullied, could I?"

  The surrounding air dropped several tens of degrees: Comrade Junye's joke was not funny, but once it started, it became a joke that was freezing to zero. Gao Daxiao even made a defensive cold gesture with his hands clasped behind his back.

  Anyway, Master Jun agreed to it, and if he didn't agree, next time they meet, Jiang Yun wouldn't let him off so easily. With an arrogant expression, he turned around and returned to his own table.

  As Chiang's tall figure flashed past, Lu Jun slowly turned his head back.

  "Who is his fiancée?"

  Indeed, just now Jun Ye and Jiang Da Shao had a conversation in an extraterrestrial language that didn't mention any names. The people around them couldn't understand it, but these two were on the same wavelength, and as soon as they spoke, they knew what the other was saying.

  Yao Ziye didn't want to interrupt, but Lu Jun didn't want to say anything, and Gao Daxiao was like a mangy dog, closely following him. So he narrowed his eyes, with a hint of warning, and told Gao Daxiao: "Colonel Jiang said that she is his fiancée, so don't mess with her."

  "You want me to be less provocative, but you also have to tell me who it is, so I can avoid stepping on the landmine." Gao Da Shuai shouted unjustly.

  Just as this shameless dog was shouting for everyone to hear, Lu Jun got angry. His cold mouth curled up: "Do you want to know who it is? Or do you want to help her undo her buttons and sell her flesh again?"

  The two words "sell meat" were shouted out of Jun Ye's throat, scaring Gao Dashi to hurriedly reach out and touch the buttons on his chest to make sure they were secure. Then, a flash of light appeared in his eyes: "You're talking about his fiancée, the woman who paid 500 but lost over 3,000?"

  Every time this matter is mentioned, Lu Jun's face turns black, as it is a stain that he has never had in his life.

  It's really stepping on a landmine, the tall and handsome young master shrunk his neck in fear, and muttered: "The world is so small, how come it's Jiang Zhongxiao's fiancée? That woman doesn't look good at all..."

  Before he could finish speaking, two old men gave him a simultaneous double stare.

  Gao Da Shuai grasped the collar of his clothes, and with a straight face, he said to Yao Zi Ye: "Yao Ye, it was you who said it yourself. You said she's an ugly girl."

  Is there still this matter?

  Lu Jun looked at Yao Ziye in surprise.

  The latter directly turned his face away: This is also a stain in his life that he has never had before.

  Gao Dashi was still boasting in front of the two men, while on the other side, Jiang Yan returned to his own table and heard Mo Wenyang sighing for an entire morning.

  "Mo Shaoxiao, if you want to learn tragic opera, you must first spit out the bitter water. What kind of man are you, crying in front of me like a little wife?" Jiang Yan finished speaking and slapped him on the back with his large palm.

  Mo Wenyang was awakened by this whip, saw him coming back from Junye's head intact, and sighed: "You are willing to do anything for Manman."

  "Of course, she is my future wife. If I, Jiang Yun, don't protect her, who will?" Jiang Da Shao said word by word without hesitation.

  Mo Wenyang sighed again: "What do you think I should do? You're doing well, snatching Manman from me at the blind date party. How unlucky am I to be stuck with Wen Haosheng! If only I had learned from you and pretended to be a trash collector!"

  Then, Jiang Yan learned from Mo Wenyang's intermittent complaints that Mo Wenyang had an uncle named Feng. Professor Feng's wife was surnamed Zhang and was a distant sister of Zhang Qiuyan. After Zhang Qiuyan arrived in Beijing a few days ago, she took Wen Haosheng to visit her sister's home, where they coincidentally met Mo Wenyang who came to his uncle's house for dinner over the weekend. The two families recognized each other, and it turned out that the world was small after all. Wen Haosheng could now formally call Mo Wenyang "Big Brother Mo", which made Mo Wenyang get goosebumps all over.

  "You little brat, you've really stepped into a pile of crap." Jiang Yan patted him on the shoulder sympathetically after hearing this. "I'm telling you, hurry up and go to the Yonghe Temple to burn incense."

  "Do you think she's good for you and Manman by clinging to me?" Mo Wenyang reminded Jiang Dashao that when dealing with this pair of extreme mother and daughter, Jiang Dashao had a basis for joining forces with him.

  Jiang Yan was thinking about how to quickly marry Manman and set up a super barrier to prevent all the Wen family members from visiting.

  "Mo Wenyang——" At the entrance of the cafeteria, a soldier suddenly shouted, "Your sister is looking for you!"

  "My sister?" Mo Wenyang was surprised, he was an only child, where did this sister come from.

  Right after that, he and Jiang Yan looked towards the figure appearing at the door, one of them was struck by lightning.

  Mo Wenyang hugged his head and hid under the table at a speed that would put soldiers hiding from air raids to shame.

  Fortunately, Wen Haosheng was just an excuse to find him. As soon as he entered the cafeteria, he rushed in the direction of

  Digression

  Fat mom will continue to cover the pot, if I casually write a recognition of relatives, there must be relatives jumping out and shouting - disappointment!

  This bitter head has been eaten N times, and I hope you all understand.

  Of course, Fei Ma understands the mood of readers who follow the story, but a novel must have its own plot arrangement. Fei Ma has written novels for seven years, with all sorts of twists and turns. As a reader, from childhood to adulthood, I've tried following Zheng Yuanjie's monthly publications, one year per book, with similar ups and downs. Fei Ma bows three times to everyone, maybe she wrote too much, (╯▽╰) this weakness Fei Ma will think about how to change.