Quick Transmigration: My Host Drags to Heaven

Chapter 179 The God of Learning School Bully 58
Qing Chi opened the calendar to calculate the time, and then thought about his savings. After the second model, he will prepare to work part-time to earn some money.

After the calculation, Qing Chi rested on the seat until Father Yang drove the car into the garage.

The three of them were silent all the way, except for Qing Chi, Father Yang and Yang Tongyan, who couldn't wait to open the car door and get out.

Qing Chi followed them slowly, and when she heard the sound of the car, Lan Mu took the initiative to come out and open the door for them. She raised her eyebrows and just smiled, but when she saw Qing Chi who was two steps behind, her smile suddenly froze: "Xiaoxue?"

"Mom, I'm back." Qing Chi put his hands behind his back, his brows and eyes softened a little.

Father Yang knew in his heart that he and Qing Chi were very estranged, but in front of Mother Lan, the superficial relationship had to be maintained. I believe Qing Chi would cooperate. Losing weight, I was shocked when I saw it at the school gate, but luckily my complexion looked rosy, otherwise I was really afraid that losing weight would hurt me so badly."

"Well, let's go to the hospital for a check-up. It's only been half a month. Xiaoxue, didn't you take diet pills?" Mother Lan was particularly worried about Qingchi's body. There are quite a few people who have lost weight and lost their health.

Yang Tongyan didn't know when she ended up at the end. Lan Feixue was the one who was ignored in the past, so why is she being ignored today?

She could only lower her eyes to prevent others from seeing the jealousy in her eyes.

"I didn't eat, I lost weight by exercising." Qingchi clenched his fists and folded his arms, "Squeeze it, it's a big bicep."

"Really?" Seeing her serious appearance, Mother Lan really smiled and stretched out her hand to pinch, "Oh, it's quite hard."

"Go first." Seeing everyone standing at the door, Father Yang first helped Mother Lan into the house, Qing Chi naturally followed, and then Father Yang turned to greet Yang Tongyan.

Yang Tongyan had nothing to say and was exceptionally silent. She felt a lot of pressure now, and the pressure Qing Chi put on her made her breathless.

For some unknown reason, Qing Chi or any news related to Qing Chi never appeared in her prediction.

[Host, you are excellent! 】

"??? Why are you so nervous?" The sudden bubbling of the system stunned Qing Chi.

[The ability of the target task has been shaken, the host will continue to work hard! 】

"Oh." Qing Chi responded coldly, she thought what was going on, she didn't take Yang Tongyan seriously from the beginning to the end.

For tasks on this plane, Qing Chi doesn't care about the process, but only about the result. After completing the tasks, he can lead to the intermediate plane and obtain useful things for himself.

But in the middle plane, the task is probably not so easy to do.

After all, the strength level of the intermediate plane is much higher than that of the primary plane, and the plane is more complicated.

After entering the house, Qing Chi and Yang Tongyan went upstairs respectively, and Qing Chi threw the schoolbag on the table casually.

Her bag looks much more substantial than Yang Tongyan's, but it's actually full of clothes. Now Qing Chi doesn't do the homework assigned by the teacher at all, and what she brings back is the Chinese test bank and model composition.

Yang Tongyan needed to change her clothes, but Qing Chi had already taken care of it, so she left her bag and went downstairs with a demonstration composition.

After the nanny finished cooking in the kitchen, Father Yang and Mother Lan turned on the TV and sat on the sofa.

Qing Chi walked over, sat down on a single sofa, leaned on the sofa with his chin propped on one hand, and opened the demonstration composition between his legs.

"It's only been more than ten days since we saw each other. Xiaoxue has changed a lot." Mother Lan said with a gentle smile.

"It's always about growing up." Qing Chi frowned slightly. She wondered if she liked the many compositions above. Her ideas were too young to catch her eyes.

(End of this chapter)