After modification, enter the love game

For example, a few days ago, he personally demonstrated to the professor what "reverse practice of Nine Yin" meant...

When Luo Zheng received the money from the old principal, he was stunned. All he could think about was "What did Jiang Mu do again? How much did he cheat? How should I defend myself?"

Fortunately, the principal dispelled Luo Zheng’s worries - these were all donated by the students out of love.

Compared with the innocent and stupid college students, Jiang Mu really knows how to lie.

He can even achieve the effect of lying by just telling the truth.

After all, he was really trafficked.

It is a personal experience.

Not to mention the students, even the teachers donated a lot.

Of course, Jiang Mu didn’t really go there to cheat people out of money.

Some of the experiences he talked about, coupled with some emotions and knowledge, can be said to be full of practical information, and it can be said to be a lecture.

Well, that’s how Jiang Mu explained it himself.

He said that even if we take a step back, this is still charging for knowledge.

Luo Zheng rubbed his eyebrows in pain.

He thought for a moment: "Jiang Mu, do you think I'm suitable to be a father?"

Jiang Mu was stunned, blinked, and his eyes lit up.

"It fits, it fits, it fits perfectly!"

"okay."

Luo Zheng sighed.

"Actually, I've always felt that I'm not qualified. In that case, I'll temporarily act as your father..."

Luo Zheng spread out his hands, as if he wanted to touch Jiang Mu's head.

"come over."

"Uh-huh."

"Lie down here."

"……Um?"

Luo Zheng picked up the broom with a stern expression.

"I heard from my friend that the most important thing about being a father is that a father doesn't need too many reasons to beat his son...

Today, I will let you know what a dad is!"

Jiang Mu: “!!!”

Close the door and beat the dog.

In the evening, after school, the father and son went home to eat Dandan noodles in the store.

Luo Zheng used to be a typical single old man. He could cook but was too lazy to do it. He ate whatever he wanted. The quality of his food was neither good nor bad, and his work and rest habits were a mess.

When he first took Jiang Mu in, Luo Zheng still maintained this kind of life.

Until one day when he came home late at night, he saw the still thin Jiang Mu patiently breaking up the hard steamed buns in the basket, soaking them in the vegetable soup from the leftovers from lunch, and eating them with relish.

Luo Zheng had already forgotten how he felt at that time.

But from then on, he would make sure Jiang Mu had three meals a day.

This restaurant is one of their regular canteens. It is an old restaurant and is very close to Luo Zheng’s residence. The dandan noodles are large in portion and the free chili oil is very fragrant.

Jiang Mu asked the boss for two disposable plastic cups and filled a glass of cold water from the water dispenser. This was his own.

After changing to another cup, first fill it with half a cup of cold water and hold it close to the cup mouth for a few seconds. After it is almost half full, move the cup to the right under the hot water and fill it up.

The temperature is just right.

He carefully carried the two glasses of water and brought the warm water to Luo Zheng.

"professor."

"Well, leave it there."

Luo was looking through some documents without even raising his head.

Jiang Mu didn't care and ran to ask for another garlic.

When Luo Zheng raised his head, the garlic cloves had already shed their skin, leaving behind a white body.

The Dandan noodles were served, smelling delicious.

"Don't eat so fast. It's bad for your stomach."

Luo Zheng looked at Jiang Mu who was swallowing heavily, "No one is competing with you for it. If it's not enough, ask for more."

Jiang Mu scratched his head: "I'm used to it."

"Have you finished your homework?"

“I finished it at school.”

"Exam results..."

"I'm still a little behind. I'm ranked third in the class now."

Jiang Mu said with a smile, "Do you think this result is good enough? If not, I will work hard and get you first place in the second half of the year."

Luo Zheng opened his mouth, not knowing what to say.

He remembered that when he was this age, he would happily show his report card to his parents if he ranked in the top ten in the exam, as if he was asking for some reward, and he was happy for a long time.

Wait, rewards?

Yes, reward.

"Well, the results are good." Luo Zheng coughed lightly, "What do you want? Just consider it a reward."

Jiang Mu thought for a while.

"Can I have another bowl of Dandan noodles?"

"……sure."

Luo Zheng felt that he had nothing to say.

He spoke eloquently and forcefully in court, but that aggressive attitude was clearly not appropriate here.

As an adult man, Luo Zheng certainly knows how to speak, to his colleagues, to the principal, to students, to good people and bad people, men and women, different objects, different masks.

But he searched his entire life and couldn't find a mask to face the "adopted child".

Under the mask is a boring man.

Jiang Mu quickly finished two bowls of noodles. Seeing this, Luo Zheng handed over the key and said, "You go back first. I have something to do outside."

Jiang Mu nodded.

He wiped his mouth with a tissue, stood up and left.

Before leaving, he filled Luo Zheng's cup.

The temperature is still just right, neither hot nor cold.

Luo Zheng sat in his seat and looked at the file for a while, then stood up.

"How much is it, boss?"

"Three bowls of noodles and a plate of vegetables, forty-two. If you want a cheaper price, I'll give you forty."

The boss suddenly felt a little embarrassed. "Well, teacher, you are an educated person, can you share how you educate your son? He is so obedient and has good grades. My child is different. He deserves a beating but doesn't study hard. Yesterday, the teacher asked me to go to school again. I was so angry..."

Luo Zheng was stunned for a moment.

"That's not my son."

The boss was also stunned for a moment.

"Sorry, sorry... So that was a girl?"

Luo Zheng: "..."

He was speechless for a while: "It's a boy, but he's not my son."

"Haha, how is that possible?" The boss didn't believe it at all. "It's definitely possible. I can tell at a glance."

Luo Zhengxin said, "How do you know that the person who practices criminal law against me and I are father and son?"

Can't I change it?

The boss continued, "Your son doesn't eat garlic, does he?"

"Seems to be."

"Then who do you think he peeled the garlic for?"

“…Is that all?”

"No, no, no, teacher, you probably don't cook normally, so you don't know." The boss said confidently, "Garlic is hard to peel if you don't soak it for a while. No matter how careful you are, there will always be a little skin left on the garlic cloves. Peeling it off is sometimes more troublesome than peeling the whole clove."

Luo Zheng subconsciously looked at the garlic cloves he had not finished eating.

Smooth as jade.

"Boys generally don't care about this, they just eat it." The boss said, "They would only be so careful when peeling garlic for their parents or wives... So that must be your son, at least he must think of you as his father."

Professor Luo didn't say anything.

He pursed his lips, feeling inexplicably dry.

He picked up the water glass and took a sip.

"Cough cough cough-"

I started coughing again because I was too cold.

He is getting older and cannot drink cold water, nor does he like drinking boiling water, so he can only accept warm water.

Jiang Mu had been gone for half an hour. If we calculated the time, if we counted back half an hour, the water temperature would be just right.

Luo Zheng picked up his briefcase and walked out the door.

It was a very ordinary night. There were few stars and the moon was blurry. Luo Zheng was very familiar with this kind of scene because he always came home late.

Whether you are a teacher or a lawyer, there is never a time of leisure, because there are always so many ignorant people and unfair things.

Luo Zheng stopped outside a cake shop. It was one of those shops that seemed very Western-style. The lights were so bright that they were dazzling, and the floor was illuminated by streams of light. Both the store manager and employees were very young, and the counter was filled with small, extremely expensive breads and snacks.

"welcome."

The store manager didn't expect that there would be customers coming so late, and his tone sounded like he was depressed about having to work overtime at a last-minute notice.

But no one would go against money, and the store manager quickly cheered up:

"what do you need?"

"Is there any cake?" Luo Zheng asked.

"Yes, is it a birthday cake?"

"That's it."

Store manager: "..."

Yes it is, no it is not.

What the hell is that?

"In that case, how old are you buying the cake for? Here are my recommendations..."

"No other requests, just a birthday cake. How soon can it be fast?"