I studied abroad in modern times

Zheng Fa rarely felt sympathy for Wang Gui.

The Seventh Young Master, who looked like a passionate young man just now, was really unbearable when he acted like a bad boy.

He threw Gao Yuan's bookcase on the ground, with the corners of his mouth slightly raised as if he was smiling, but there was no smile in his eyes.

It was obvious that what he said just now, asking Zheng Fa and the others to get out, was true.

"Don't talk?" Seeing that Zheng Fa and the others didn't answer, the Seventh Young Master seemed to understand their thoughts: "Did someone tell you that following me would make you rich and prosperous?"

"Bullshit! Am I someone who is easy to serve?"

Don't say it, this guy has a clear understanding of himself.

The Seventh Young Master glanced at the two of them, then turned around and slumped in his chair, crossing his legs and looking very lazy:

"Are you looking forward to me becoming the head of the family and you becoming my lackeys, so that you can go out and bully others?" He curled his lips: "I am not afraid to tell you clearly that I am just young. When I grow up, whoever wants to be the head of the Zhao family can do it, but I will not! You have to wake up from your daydreams!"

Gao Yuan's face turned pale.

He knew that the Seventh Young Master had a reputation for being eccentric in the mansion.

But this degree was beyond his expectations.

Zheng Fa was not disappointed - his purpose of coming to the Zhao Mansion was very clear, he wanted to see the martial arts of this world and improve his family's financial situation.

As for who the Seventh Young Master was, it was important, but not that important.

As for leaving after hearing these two sentences?

Zheng Fa was not so naive. The Zhao Mansion asked him to come for the assessment, and he had no choice. He actually had no choice whether to be a book boy or not.

The Seventh Young Master was a little too radical when he saw the two's reaction.

This sarcasm didn't even seem to be directed at Zheng Fa and the others.

Seeing that they still didn't speak, the Seventh Young Master seemed to find it boring, so he waved at them: "You don't want to leave, right? Stand outside and don't get in my way."

Zheng Fa and Gao Yuan stood at the door of the room, watching the Seventh Young Master turn around in the room through the translucent glass on the window, as if he was angry, and then sat down and picked up the book.

Then he looked at it, as if he was angry, and stood up and turned around again.

The way he read was very serious, helpless, and familiar:

The kind of person who you can tell from the exam that he is working hard but is confused.

They are collectively called bad students.

Zheng Fa was also a little curious. Apart from anything else, this attitude of gritting his teeth to learn even though he couldn't learn was not as muddle-headed as the Seventh Young Master showed.

I just don't know what book he was reading.

Time passed little by little, and no one paid attention to Zheng Fa and the others standing at the door.

The sun in the sky slowly rose, and with the arrival of noon, the sunlight became extremely hot.

Zheng Fa and his partner set out early in the morning, and they had almost no water. Being exposed to such a scorching sun, they were inevitably hot and thirsty, and quite uncomfortable.

Gao Yuan, who was standing next to them, kept licking his dry lower lip with his mouth, but the more he licked, the drier it became, and the skin on his lips cracked.

The two of them were a little distracted by the sun, and suddenly there was a light sound of footsteps behind them. A maid came towards them with a light blue porcelain plate.

On the porcelain plate, there was a tall bunch of clean grapes.

There were crystal drops of water on the grapes, shining in the sun.

Zheng Fa clearly heard Gao Yuan beside him swallowing deeply.

The maid seemed to deliberately walk in front of them, and it could even be said that she put the grapes under their eyes and walked around before lifting the curtain of the study and walking in.

When the door curtain was opened, Zheng Fa clearly felt a cool breeze blowing from the house.

He couldn't help but look at the house with a little curiosity.

There was no ice basin, and it couldn't be a modern air conditioner.

Where did the cool air come from?

He suddenly saw an inconspicuous blue pattern on the floor of the house, which was actually glowing faintly.

The cold wind seemed to be blowing from that corner.

"Array?" Zheng Fa thought to himself: "Is it still this simple life array?"

What surprised Zheng Fa more than the fact that the Seventh Young Master could enjoy this array was that this world actually had this array created specifically for enjoyment -

In Zheng Fa's mind, this could better show the influence of the immortal gate of this world on this world, and the development level of the immortal civilization.

The maid placed the porcelain plate in front of the Seventh Young Master, and the Seventh Young Master pinched a grape in his hand and walked to the window.

It seemed that Zheng Fa and Gao Yuan were deliberately letting Zheng Fa and Gao Yuan see clearly.

Zheng Fa and Gao Yuan were almost dry in the scorching sun.

Inside the window, the Seventh Young Master slowly ate a large plate of grapes one by one.

After eating, he smiled smugly at the two of them, and then sat back in his original position to read the book.

Seeing his sad face again at this moment, Zheng Fa couldn't help but curse in his heart - it's what he deserves!

In the afternoon, it seemed that he felt it was boring, and the Seventh Young Master finally drove the two away.

Zheng Fa and Gao Yuan followed the maid out of the Seventh Young Master's yard and walked towards their residence.

The more they walked, the more depressed Gao Yuan's face became.

Zheng Fa also understood his thoughts - the Seventh Young Master's yard was big enough, but he refused to let them live in it. This rejection of the two was too obvious.

When they arrived at their residence, it was a bungalow without a courtyard wall.

In the first room, there was a table and a few chairs.

In the next room, there were two beds with a cabinet at the head of the bed.

There was no extra furniture.

After the maid led the two of them here, she turned around and left without saying anything, with no intention of saying anything more to them.

Watching the maid hurried away, avoiding the two people's backs.

Gao Yuan let out a long sigh, smiled bitterly at Zheng Fa and said, "I have heard my father say a long time ago that the seventh young master...sigh."

He seemed to be keeping tabs on His Holiness, so he did not continue, but muttered a little painfully: "It's like this on the first day, how will we live in the future?"

Zheng Fa took out the clothes from his bag and put them in the cabinet without saying a word.

Gao Yuan turned over on the bed and said, "Don't you have any ideas?"

"What can I have in mind?" Zheng Fa arranged the cabinet and shrugged, "The seventh young master is actually not bad."

"ah?"

"He doesn't like us, does he?"

"That's so obvious."

"Then what happens to us?"

"It seems..." Gao Yuan frowned and thought for a while. The seventh young master was very popular, but it was really not very harmful.

"So, he doesn't like us, and I don't like him either, but I guess he can't decide whether we are his bookboys... we'll just make do with it."

"But he doesn't like us, so we won't be able to stay here long."

Zheng Fa nodded.

The seventh young master is a young master after all.

"I can't be driven back, or my father will beat me to death!"

Zheng Fa was silent. Compared to the plateau, the price if he was driven back might be more serious: Manager Wang of the farm could not wait for this day.

When the two of them were speechless, a man walked to the door and said to them, "Coach Xu is looking for you."

Gao Yuan jumped up with an excited expression: "This is going to teach us martial arts!"

Zheng Fa was a little puzzled when he saw that he had suddenly forgotten his worries: "Have you not practiced martial arts before?"

"What do you know? What I practice is called the Crop Hand Style. My father doesn't dare to teach the martial arts in my house!"