Luck in the heavens starts from the Red Mansion.

Chapter 7 This is the Jia Family School, if you can’t stay here, get out (please follow up)
"If you want to take care of it, take care of it yourself, don't involve me!"

"I just went to school to make ends meet, and I didn't really expect to become famous through my career, so I didn't bother to pay attention to the nonsense in clan studies!"

"Just walk around, don't get in my eyes!"

Jia Qiang looked disdainful and looked at Jia Huan with a hint of inquiry.

You little brat, you still want to use words as a raft!
He is a direct descendant of Ning Mansion, so what if he doesn't show up?
boom!
Without saying a word, Jia Huan came to the desk dedicated to his husband, picked up the ruler and snapped it down, making a crisp sound.

The originally noisy sound in the teaching building suddenly fell silent.

"This is a place for studying in Ethnic Studies. Don't make it as noisy as a teahouse. How can we study our lessons quietly?"

"Also, Jin Rong, please calm down, you are the loudest in the classroom!"

"Xiang Lianyu Aiyou, what are you two doing? Sit back!"

"Others, please also pay attention to your voices and don't disturb others!"

Jia Huan was not polite at all. He caught the restless classmates in the clan school and slapped them violently.

Suddenly, the students were intimidated by his momentum, and for a while no one dared to speak.

Whoa!

The next moment, Jin Rong seemed to be greatly stimulated, and he threw the book in front of him to the ground with anger on his face.

He suddenly jumped up on the desk, pointed his fingers and shouted angrily: "Boy, why do you teach me a lesson?"

"I can do whatever I want. Is it your turn to dictate?"

As he said this, he deliberately kicked the desk hard, his face full of pride and arrogance.

"Fuck you, you dare to be so arrogant!"

Jia Huan ran down with a few quick steps, and amidst the exclamations of his classmates, he pulled Jin Rong off the desk and knocked him to the ground.

"What are you doing, Brother Huan, what are you doing?"

Seeing Jia Huan beating someone, Jia Rui, the academic supervisor who had been hiding in the corner as an invisible person, couldn't sit still and hurriedly reminded: "This is a clan school, don't fight!"

"You also know that this is clan science?"

Jia Huan gave the guy a hard look and said angrily: "How did Uncle Dairu tell you to supervise the students' homework review? Is this how you supervise them?"

These words made Jia Rui's face alternately turn green and white, and he was speechless for a moment.

At this moment, Brother Cong suddenly exclaimed: "Brother Huan, be careful!"

It turned out that while Jia Huan was fighting Jia Rui, Jin Rong jumped up from the ground, swung his fist and hit Jia Huan on the back of the head.

"You are looking for death!"

Jia Huan stepped aside, stretched out his heels and pushed with his hands, knocking Jin Rong to the ground.

This time, Jin Rong turned over two desks, sweating profusely in pain and screaming, which frightened the onlookers.

Jia Huan sneered, stood directly in front of this guy, and said in a condescending and cold voice: "I think you are still not convinced. It seems that the Jia family's school can no longer tolerate someone like you!"

Those words were like a thunder strike, instantly suppressing the screams in Jin Rong's mouth, and he looked at Jia Huan in shock.

"You, you, you, what do you mean?"

Jia Huan chuckled and said, "Aren't you asking me, what qualifications do I have to point fingers at your behavior?"

"Let me tell you now, I am a descendant of the Rong Mansion!"

As he spoke, he stretched out his finger to draw a circle in the void, and said coldly: "And this is the Jia Family School!"

"So, so what?"

Jin Rong's tone was obviously weak, and his face turned pale. "Our ancestor Ningrong Ergong has a training. Clan education is for the children of the clan who come from poor families and are unable to go to school!"

Jia Huan sneered and asked Jia Qiang, who had been a bystander, "Brother Qiang, is this the case?"

"Indeed!"

With a serious face, Jia Qiang didn't expect that the incident would involve her, but she couldn't turn a blind eye.

"Did you hear me?"

Looking at Jin Rong, Jia Huan sneered: "In other words, clan studies are for the children of the clan and have nothing to do with people with foreign surnames like you!"

Jin Rong was stunned for a moment and didn't know what to say.

After all, he is a little kid of about ten years old. How has he ever experienced this?

At this time, he was intimidated by Jia Huan's arrogant aura, and since this was indeed a Jia family school, he couldn't think of any reason to refute it.

Not only him, but at least half of the students in the classroom have foreign surnames.

His face didn't look very good at this time, and he looked at Jia Huan with a rather fearful look.

"Jin Rong, you know what the conditions are like here!"

"As a foreigner, you don't get any public funds, but you get all the other benefits!"

"One meal and cakes at noon every day are free, and there is no charge for pens, inks, paper and inkstones. You can imagine how much it costs!"

"So, so what?"

Jin Rong's face turned red from suppressing it, and he said harshly: "I came in through my aunt's relationship, but I got the approval of Second Grandma Lian of Rong Mansion!"

"Haha, maybe you don't know clearly!"

Jia Huan kicked Jin Rong to the ground again, and said angrily: "The money used to support the Clan Academy was all paid by senior officials in Ning Rong's second house!"

Pointing at Jin Rong, he said coldly: "Who are you, worthy of the money and support of the officials and nobles of Ning Rong's second house?"

These words suddenly made the ethnic studies students present who came from the Jia family feel that they share the same hatred and hatred.

Even Jia Qiang, who didn't want to participate, now had a serious expression on her face.

Just kidding, Jia Huan sneaked out all the officials and nobles in Ning Rong's second house.

If his reaction is not obvious enough, it will not be as good for him if the boss of Ning Rong's second house hears it.

At this time, he looked at Jia Huan with a bit more fear and displeasure.

This kid is so cunning. He dares to say such things. In the future, how can students with foreign surnames in ethnic studies dare to make assassinations?

Even he, the great-great-grandson of the Ning Mansion, could easily be labeled as disrespectful to the bosses of the two houses if he was not honest and peaceful in the Clan Academy, which would give him a good drink. How insidious it was.

Jia Huan was still pointing at Jin Rong and yelling: "Don't think I don't know, you not only eat and drink for free at the clan school, but you also dare to secretly take out the pens, inks, papers and inkstones distributed by the clan school and sell them! "

"Do you really know what the nature of this is and what serious consequences it will have if it spreads?"

"You have done something wrong. You don't know how to be a grandson, and you still dare to be arrogant and domineering in the clan. Who gave you the courage?"

"If you really can't stay any longer, get out. The Jia Clan Academy can't afford someone like you who bullies me!"

As he said that, he dragged Jin Rong, who was lying on the ground like a puddle of mud, to the door of the teaching building, showing a determined attitude to drive the person away.

"Wow... I don't dare to do it anymore. Brother Huan, just let me go this time!"

When the other students saw it, they hurriedly stopped at the door and tried to persuade him: "Brother Huan, Jin Rong already knows that he was wrong. Just give him another chance!"

(End of this chapter)