Quick Wear: Oops, the mission target is crying again

Chapter 1057 Angels Arrive 8

Charles pointed at Zhong Yanchuan standing in front of him and spoke quickly in fluent English: "You are such an idiot. I have never met a student as stupid as you. Listen, if you make mistakes like this again, I will punish you..."

Zhong Yanchuan lowered his head, feeling a little regretful for asking Angle to come along.

When Angle sees this scene, will he also think that he is stupid?

Zhong Yanchuan lowered his head and looked at the grass on the ground, his face flushed with shame and guilt.

As a result, Charles, who had been scolding him, suddenly shouted "fuck".

She knelt down in front of him.

"Fuck, who the hell is doing this?"

Charles felt someone kick him hard on the back of his knee and he immediately fell to his knees. His knees felt like they were broken by a heavy hammer and his face was distorted with pain.

However, just as he turned around with a distorted face and wanted to see who was behind him, he found that there was nothing behind him, let alone anyone.

He closed his eyes in disbelief, then opened them again.

After realizing that there was no one else in the entire racecourse except him and Zhong Shiyan standing in front of him, his eyes widened, and the horror on his face almost covered up the pain and anger.

And Lingyao kicked him directly in the stomach in front of his horrified gaze.

This frightened Charles so much that he rolled on the ground twice, and his well-groomed hair fell to pieces.

He didn't even care about the pain, he knelt on the ground, clasped his hands together, and made the sign of the cross on his chest.

"Oh, forgive me, great God, for I will forever repent of my sins..."

Charles burst into tears. He and his family were religious, but every time he made a mistake, he would go to the godfather to confess to God.

And now, he thought, it must be because the gods did not forgive his repentance because he made mistakes again and again.

Because he was so evil to a little child.

Now God must be punishing him.

Charles knelt again and begged for forgiveness.

Zhong Yanchuan looked at Lingyao standing there calmly, with a slight smile on his lips.

This is his angle.

Not Charles's God.

Charles had no heart to continue with the rest of the class and dismissed Zhong Yanchuan early. He had to go back before God to confess his mistakes, promise never to make them again, and pray for the Lord's forgiveness.

Otherwise, he will definitely go to hell after his death.

Seeing Charles' panicked look, Lingyao ruled out the possibility that he was setting up a trap for the God of Wealth.

A believer with a strong faith in God like Charles might vent his momentary anger on Zhong Yanchuan.

But it is absolutely impossible to really harm Zhong Yanchuan's body.

......

Zhong Yanchuan's morning equestrian class ended early and he didn't know what to do.

Because his daily schedule was usually arranged, and now there was suddenly more than an hour of blank time, Zhong Yanchuan didn't know how to arrange it for a moment.

Lingyao asked him about the time and location of the shooting class, and thought of a place where she could kill time.

She had seen this morning when she was out strolling that there was an orchard next to the shooting range where cherries and blueberries were grown.

Lingyao asked Zhong Yanchuan to wait for him there while she went back to get some things.

Although Zhong Yanchuan didn't know what she was going back to get, he still agreed obediently.

In fact, before agreeing, he wanted to go back with Lingyao, but Lingyao refused.

After all, it would be faster for her to go back alone.

So Zhong Yanchuan had no choice but to wait here.

Lingyao did come back very quickly, carrying two fruit baskets, one large and one small, padded with a layer of floral cloth.

Lingyao took Zhong Yanchuan to the orchard with a fruit basket.

Zhong Yanchuan knew about this orchard. He had seen maids picking fruits here during class before, but he had never been here before.

Zhong Xiaochen would not allow him to waste his time picking fruits, and he had no friends, so there was nothing fun to do in the orchard.

But this time Lingyao followed him, and he was obviously much more relaxed and lively.

There was a smile on his face that was suitable for someone his age.

He wore a sun hat that Lingyao had made for him out of leaves, and held a fruit basket in one hand while standing on tiptoe to pick the cherries closest to him.

I finally reached a deep red cherry and picked it.

The first thing he did was not to put it in his own basket, but to tiptoe up and hand it to Lingyao.

A pair of black eyes looked straight at Lingyao, and his smile revealed his white and neat teeth.

Lingyao took it and put it in her basket.

"Go back and wash before eating."

Zhong Yanchuan nodded heavily: "Yes!"

It was not until the time for Zhong Yanchuan's shooting class that Lingyao brought Zhong Yanchuan out of the orchard in advance, wiped the sweat from his forehead, straightened the corners of his clothes, and then took Zhong Yanchuan to the shooting range.

Two fruit baskets were placed in a corner. Lingyao would take the baskets and the fruits inside back later.

During the shooting class, Lingyao observed the teacher who taught Zhong Yanchuan shooting lessons for a while and quickly ruled him out as a suspect.

This shooting teacher is a professional invited by Zhong Xiaochen. He is serious about teaching Zhong Yanchuan, and it can be seen that he likes Zhong Yanchuan, a talented student, very much.

Lingyao looked for a while, then quietly left, preparing to take the two fruit baskets back first.

If Zhong Yanchuan returns with a fruit basket later, it will definitely attract the attention of the servants.

Zhong Yanchuan saw Lingyao walking towards the orchard and guessed what Lingyao was going to do.

Although I was reluctant to look away, I was not as panicked as before.

After finishing his shooting lesson, he returned to the manor and trotted up the stairs quickly.

The servants who were working leisurely heard the sound of wooden boards being stepped on by leather boots, and all looked towards Zhong Yanchuan on the stairs.

The young master seems to be very happy today.

I've never seen him jogging upstairs before.

Zhong Yanchuan went upstairs, pushed the door open to enter his room, and then locked the door behind him.

Then he rushed in through the wardrobe and clothes racks.

Seeing Lingyao lying on the sofa reading a book, he couldn't help but shout.

"angle!"

Lingyao was wearing a white shirt and long skirt, with one leg hanging on the ground and the other lazily resting on the sofa.

Her head was leaning on the other side of the sofa, her long black hair half spread out on her chest and half hanging down.

There was a lamp standing next to the sofa, and the warm yellow light fell just above her head, and when she glanced sideways, it fell on her fair and delicate profile.

It casts a halo on her facial features and adds a touch of divinity.

Zhong Yanchuan was dazed for a moment.

Lingyao put away the book in her hand and sat up.

The natural and familiar tone sounded as if she had lived with him for many years.

"I'm back, let's eat."

Zhong Yanchuan looked at Lingyao approaching him and couldn't help but step forward and hold Lingyao's hand.

He looked up at her with sparkling eyes and shook his head.

"No, I want to eat the fruit we picked today first."