My Mysterious Husband novel Chapter 287

Ruyi sent out mind power, then the bowl and chopsticks floated by themselves and landed on the table.

Squatting down in front of her brother, she held her chin with both hands and said, "You are reading the letters from your little female friend again."

"Yes." Jingyan Ye closed one letter and opened another one.

"Is your friend beautiful?"

Jingyan thought of the small pretty face in the sunshine and smiled to himself, "Very beautiful."

"I'd love to see her." Ruyi thought that the girl who could let her brother miss for so many years must be very beautiful and cute.

Rubbing the top of her hair, Jingyan said dotingly, "I’d love to see her, too."

Ruyi stood up and said, "Come on bro, have the meal. I haven't finished mine either. Bye."

Then she was gone, in the next second.

Jingyan's hand was frozen in the air, taking a long while for him to get it back. He said to himself, "Heartless little girl."

"I'm not a heartless little girl." From the void came Ruyi's protest.

"You are not a heartless little girl, I am then?" Jingyan teased her on purpose.

"As my brother, you are making fun of me. No food for you." As soon as the voice fell, Jingyan raised his head to look for the bowl on the table, gone already.

Hey, this little girl was so vengeful.

The fifth year Yiyao left.

The best noble school in Sky City.

Fourth grade.

Math class.

The experienced teacher wrote questions on the blackboard and heard faint laughers coming from below. Looking back, the teacher found that all the students were sitting in serious postures with serious faces, except for one student.

"Jingyan Ye!" The teacher exclaimed.

A heroic-spirited little boy sitting in the middle of the classroom suddenly stood up and quickly tucked the thing in his hand into the drawer.

"What are you doing?" The teacher asked sternly.

Jingyan put on an innocent look. His childish voice sounded, “I didn't do anything."

"What did you put in the drawer just now?" The teacher put the book on the desk and stepped down from the platform.

"Nothing."

"You take it out yourself," the teacher came up to him and reached out one hand, "Take it out."

Jingyan blinked and asked in grievance, "Sir, there is really nothing. What do you want me to take?"

The teacher didn't believe it since he saw Jingyan put something into the desk with his own eyes.

"Jingyan, don't you think that your father is a millionaire in Sky City, so you can break the rules of the school. Don't forget, you're just a student."

After hearing this kind of words countless times throughout his childhood, he had been already immune to it. He was a good boy inside though. He did nothing but playing with the little robot recently-produced by his dad’s company.

Of course, this must not be found out by the teacher, otherwise, his dad would be called and he would be in a big trouble.

"Sir, I really didn't do anything, you can search if you want." Jingyan got out of his seat as he said.

The teacher was stunned. Search or not?

What if he didn't find anything after searching? Wasn’t that too shameful? But if he didn't search, it meant that he admitted that he had wronged Jingyan, which would also made him look shameful.

The teacher started to think himself being impulsive. When he took over this class, the previous teacher told him that the last student that could be managed in this class was Jingyan Ye. He could do whatever he wanted in the class, as long as he didn't affect the class discipline, besides, never mind whether he listened or not in class. In the end, he was always the first in the exams of all courses anyway.

Now, great, what should to do with the kid?

Seeing the teacher's complex expression, Jingyan asked again, "Sir, are you searching or not?"

The teacher glared at him and compromised, "Since you denied, I believe you this time, go and solve the subject on the blackboard."

"Oh, yes sir." Jingyan walked to the platform with a flat face. If he had known that the teacher chose to believe him, he would not use his powers to make the robot disappear, now he didn't know where it was and he lost his best toy to play with.

After a glance at the subject, Jingyan picked up the chalk to write it up. In less than a minute, the answer was written on the blackboard, which aroused a burst of exclamations from the kids below.

Although he was only nine years old, his handwriting was more beautiful than the teacher’s.

"Not bad," said the teacher with a dry cough, "Go back to your seat."

After class, the students gathered around and started chattering, "Jingyan, where is the little robot you played in class? Can I see?"