Jing Ying, wearing a pink sportswear and a long ponytail, felt obviously surprised. She even subconsciously looked back at the disappeared Mercedes-Benz sedan, and shook her head at Tang Xian for a while.

Tang Xian has never been a person who is used to being silly. He nodded after hearing this, stepped on his bicycle and drove towards the campus.

However, although Tang Xian seems to care on the surface, he is not without any turmoil in his heart. In his impression, Jing Ying has always been a simple and simple dress, and even her stationery is a ballpoint pen that costs 50 cents a piece in a small shop. After three years of classmate, Tang Xian never knew that Jing Ying, who has always been low-key, had such an outstanding family background.

Nowadays, let alone my own family, even if I have a slightly better relative at home, these adolescent children will reveal it intentionally or unintentionally to their classmates that Tang Xian felt that he was low-key enough to hide his family background alone, and he didn't expect that there was such a person among his classmates.

Perhaps it was this low-key behavior, or perhaps because Jing Ying, like herself, belonged to the group of people who had her own "little secret", so in an instant, Tang Xian became a little curious about this young but calm girl.

After coming to school and locking the car in the carport, Tang Xian and Jing Ying entered the classroom almost one after another.

The head teacher Wen Lan appeared in the classroom early for the first time. When Jing Ying returned to her seat, Wen Lan seemed to turn a blind eye. When Tang Xian and Wen Lan passed by, the beautiful teacher habitually called Tang Xian's name.

"Tang Xian."

Wen Lan was wearing a beige knitted short shirt jacket, and underneath it was a knee-length black pleated skirt. The beautiful legs inside the skirt, which had been envious of Tang Xian for many days, were wrapped in a pair of black stockings. Standing in front of Wen Lan, Tang Xian could even smell the faint fragrance coming from the beautiful teacher.

"Hello teacher."

Tang Xian didn't know where he had provoked this aunt again, so he bowed respectfully with a 90-degree bow, which scared Wen Lan.

"Are you sick... I asked you to publish a bulletin yesterday, what did you do?"

The beautiful teacher has always grabbed Tang Xian's braids in every detail, and tried every means to retaliate against this bastard boy who dared to blaspheme himself.

"I had something happened at home yesterday, so I walked away for a while. I was wrong with this. How can I punish you for talking?"

Tang Xian smiled plainly, not to mention that although Wen Lan assigned the task yesterday, he had already agreed to it and failed to do what he agreed to, and Tang Xian also accepted the punishment.

However, although Tang Xian had a good attitude, her tone made Wen Lan very uncomfortable. She felt that she was less and less majestic as a class teacher in front of Tang Xian. She even heard Tang Xian's words as if she had thrown apart. She frowned and said, "What are you saying, who should be on duty tonight? Go and help them."

Tang Xian nodded when he heard this, without saying a word, but just made an OK position towards Wen Lan, and then walked towards his seat.

It’s not that he disrespects Wen Lan, but that the eldest son of Tang is at least in his thirties, and he is very happy to discuss and smile with his face, but he is not welcomed. Tang Xiancai is not so humble and pretends to be a student and beat the teacher’s impression.

Tang Xian sat leisurely in his seat, then took out a tissue to wipe the table slowly, in Wen Lan's opinion, it was simply a speechless provocation to her. The cold light shone in her apricot eyes, and I don't know what to think about.

At the beginning of the school year, except for the first-year junior high school students who need to participate in military training, the second-year junior high school students who have entered the formal learning process. However, Tang Xian really cannot adapt to this change of identity and is a little absent-minded. The knowledge in the textbooks is too pediatric for him now. His pretending to be a waste of time in school, for Tang Xian, who has mastered the development of the world in the future for fifteen years, this is a huge waste.

There was a textbook in front of him, but Tang Xian's thoughts had flown to where he had already flown. He was a little confused now. God joked about him, as if a mountain of gold suddenly fell down. However, Tang Xian did not have the key to entering this mountain of gold, and even had a hint of doubt about his future identity.

make money?

Material and money are not very attractive to Tang Xian. Being a businessman and having various social activities is simply challenging his patience.

A career?

This is even more nonsense. Not to mention that he loves adventure and is proactive in challenging, he is completely unsuitable for the officialdom. More importantly, Tang Xian does not feel that he can go further than his father in his career. A natural disaster will knock his father to the bottom of his career, which has been carefully managed for half his life. Just the intrigues in the officialdom have made Tang Xian very annoyed.

My dad spent all day thinking about the various things in the officialdom and the boring big heads in the bookshelf. I don’t know how many times I read. I am only 38 years old this year, but my temples are gray. The end of the effort is premature aging.

Finally, Tang Xian thought for a long time before he decided on his future development direction. For him, making money and becoming an official are just a way to enrich his life. With such convenient conditions in this life and mastering the next ten years, he can take a shocking path.

The light blue water-based pen almost subconsciously scratched the notebook. When he came to his senses, Tang Xian just looked at the two words on the notebook and smiled bitterly.

'system'

'system'

Maybe...this is what he thought.

The most regrettable thing Tang Xian regretted in his previous life was that when his godmother was desperate, he had no ability and no capital to help him, so that his godmother had to live under the same roof with an old man in his fifties. It was from that time that Tang Xian began to truly indulge himself. Tang Xian had tried all the extreme sports he could come into contact with. Even when he was struggling to fly over the tall building before he was reborn, the scene that flashed through his mind was the Mu Ran on her pretty face that had always had a faint smile when he saw her godmother.

system!

There are only seventeen short paintings, but they are filled with unparalleled majesty and power.

Looking at the two words on the notebook, Tang Xian suddenly felt like his whole body was getting hot.

He is very familiar with his state. Often when he sets a goal, he feels like he has endless power all over his body.

If you have advantages that everyone can’t imagine, why can’t you create your own system?

In 1981, the MS-DOS system was born and the system and rules of personal computers were established.

So why can't I establish my own dynasty after 17 years?

A dynasty that can completely say yes or no by itself?

Tang Xian slowly calmed down his excitement and crossed out the simple four words on the notebook with a water pen.

Now I think about these things just because I am too ambitious. Let’s talk about everything until I succeed.

Bill Gates set a goal for himself to become a millionaire at the age of thirty.

Then set a goal for yourself.

Eighteen years old, becoming a billionaire.

‘Well, this seems to be too ambitious…’

Tang Xian laughed at his ambitions, but in his heart, he felt that he could not do it.

After all... there are two years left, isn't it?
Chapter completed!