The God of Wealth is Bankrupt

Yuan Xi was stunned.

She was not familiar with this tone, but the original owner was very familiar with it. She has always heard this tone since she was a child.

"Isn't it?" The classmate was very anxious and asked again, "Are you really dumb?"

"No wonder I haven't spoken in the past few days. It turns out to be a mute... Then you said it earlier, and I won't laugh at you."

Yuanxi: "..."

The classmates in the class stopped their movements at some point, looked over here as if they were watching a good show, and whispered.

The classmate continued to say, "You have done all this, and those who don't know think I despise you. I'm not the kind of unqualified person, aren't you dumb? Except for this, everyone is the same."

Yuanxi: "..."

With a 'bang', the door came into close contact with the wall, and another sound also sounded.

"Hey, Xu Yuanxi, are you really a mute?" A **** character who has been ignorant for three hundred and sixty-five days and has been ignorant of skills has caused the teacher a headache.

He looked Yuanxi up and down, and asked her with a smile, "Are you born dumb? How do you feel?"

The **** character continued to ask, and the whispers in the class didn't know when to stop, leaving only the bastard's voice.

It was too late when the **** realized that something was not right, he was strangled from behind, and his upper body was pressed onto the table.

The feeling of being strangled by someone's neck is very bad, not to mention that this **** feels very good about himself.

The **** struggled and was pressed harder by the people behind him, his face deformed as he pressed against the table.

"What does it feel like? Do you feel it yourself?"

The bastard's anger rushed to his head, and before he could utter a scolding, he heard this fluttering sentence, and suddenly his scolding got stuck in his throat, and finally he swallowed it silently.

The **** didn't dare to struggle any more, tried his best to tilt his head, and saw Qi Xiao.

His entire face was squeezed on the table and deformed, and what he said was vague, "Qi, Qi Xiao...? No... this is all a misunderstanding."

"Misunderstanding?" Qi Xiao smiled, his hands even more forceful, "What did you misunderstand, can you tell me?"

Qi Xiao, who says he will do it, never talks about where he starts, and he doesn't spare any effort. The **** feels like his head is about to burst.

Curly took in his breath and whispered, "Brother Xiao calm down... You see if he is not pleasing to the eye and find a chance to put on a sack and beat him, it's almost time for class... There is still monitoring in the class."

Qi Xiao's expression remained the same until he felt his sleeve being gently tugged, and turned his head to look at Yuan Xi.

Qi Xiao retracted his gaze and let go.

The **** suffered like this, lying on the table for a long time before he got up, and timidly whispered, "Brother Xiao... this is really a misunderstanding... I'm just curious, no other meaning..."

The school's summer uniform is a white half-sleeved shirt, just now, the shirt on the bastard's body is messed up.

Qi Xiao raised his hand, tidied his collar slowly, and said slowly, "Mute is not only born, but also acquired. If you are so curious, I can help you and let you experience what it feels like to be dumb for the rest of your life."

Qi Xiao had a hole in his left ear lobe and wore a black ear stud. The light fell on the ear stud and flashed dazzling spots of light, which was powerful.

The bastard's legs were weak, his hands supported the table behind him, and he shook his head in horror.

Qi Xiao patted his face, "Did you hear me?"