"There was something wrong in Rongxi's class and it needs to be cleared. I was afraid that it would affect the overall level, so I simply abstained."

Wang Xianzhu said concisely.

As the headmaster of the magic class, Jiang Zhongye personally received Wang Xianzhu. Hearing this, he couldn't help but say: "Your nephew can say something convenient, but we are powerful and have no choice but to define it."

Wang Xianzhu shook her head and saw that the people around her were all acquaintances, so she rubbed her eyebrows and scolded her angrily: "What can happen? Isn't that prodigal Hu Liu!"

"Hu Liu? Ahe, is the person you mentioned a few days ago also called Hu Liu?" Jiang Zhongye heard it familiar and looked at Du He inquiring.

Du He nodded.

"It's not just the same name, it's the same person. To be honest, we have been clearing the gambling accounts in several gambling stalls on Sima Road these days, and only then did we find that the evil beast had used Du He's name to cheat and borrow money everywhere. I advocated reporting to the official, but my father asked Hu Liu to make up for his mistakes. Hu Liu took out all the money and squeezed the bone marrow oil three times. I got this, and I apologized to Brother Du. The gambling stalls have already released the news in the past few days. I explained this matter. I hope it won't leave too many beautiful names for Brother Du."

Wang Xianzhu was full of bitterness. After he asked the river, he poured it out all of his mind. As he was talking, he remembered something and placed a pretty big envelope on the table. The big guy admitted that he had knocked out the apology from his disciple.

Du He was also secretly shocked when he heard this. Unlike Zhang Afa, the borer who reselled magic props in his team, Hu Liu is a typical brain problem. He obviously bet on his own, but he insisted on keeping Du He's name, for fear that others would find out, so he didn't even go to the gambling files he knew before, so he devoted himself to the reputation of Du He.

"Even so, just clean up the people, why do you have to abstain? Rilke bought a lot of newspapers to report on this game, and abstain may have a bad impact on the team."

Du He expressed his concerns.

Wang Xianzhu shook her finger and said heartlessly: "It's okay. Anyway, my father lost the game with you last time and went to the newspaper. Now the neighbors in Shanghai call us the Thousand Years Class II, and they are still famous."

Du He was amused and crying.

It doesn’t matter if the evil you have done yourself is done, it hurts more than a slap in the face in front of you.

But Wang Xianzhu was verbal but not attentive, which made Du He even more uncomfortable.

Jiang Zhongye saw Du He's embarrassment and said, "It's good that my nephew can be open-minded. Fan Shi will really have a lot of relaxation when thinking about the benefits."

"Who said no? Now my dad says I'm a little like a headmaster."

Wang Xianzhu pulled her short hair a few times, but she still looked heroic, like a stupid young man with a boy and a girl.

Jiang Zhongye praised a few words with relief, and then wrote the words Wang Xianzhu was so beautiful that he wanted to go to heaven and was heartless. He almost wrote them on his face.

After explaining the abstention, the four of them got back to the topic and discussed the finals of the evening.

That's right, Rilke sells two tickets a day, with the morning and evening games and no competitions in the afternoon. Those who want to watch this have to scold and pinch their noses to buy tickets.

Jiang Ling said it is true that Rilke is indeed a profiteer who can only see money.

"What are you going to perform tonight?"

Wang Xianzhu didn't think that these news was a secret, so she asked Du He directly.

Du He said honestly: "I haven't thought about it yet."

"I didn't think about it? It's only a few hours before the competition. Think about the Mid-Autumn Festival?" Wang Xianzhu was anxious. She had no good feelings for Takahashi Haiyu, who was occupying the magpie nest in Luanping's class. She wanted to let her lose a big one and returned the Luanping class to the original headmaster in shame. She had asked someone to ask someone for some time that the team was sold to Takahashi Haiyu. It was an excuse. The old headmaster asked people to threaten and scare people, and half-forcedly sold the team. Now she is still anxious at home!

"Otherwise I will be your assistant. There are a few ready-made magic tricks in our team. Your talent is barely strong, and you can perform in one afternoon. There is no problem in suppressing half of their team."

Wang Xianzhu was very active and volunteered.

Du He smiled and said, "Magic is the foundation of the team. If you want to give it to me, I can't watch it. I want to ask you to be an assistant for me. Ah Ling also comes together. I want to perform a large-scale magic trick, which will make you popular in Shanghai."

"Can you win?"

"What's the name?"

Wang Xianzhu and Jiang Ling spoke together, but the focus of attention was completely different.

Jiang Ling patted Wang Xianzhu's back of his hand comfortably, "Don't worry, as long as Ah He's magic is taken, there will be no mistakes. Now we mainly care about the name of the magic. You don't know that Ah He is a waste of his name..."

Du He was silent for a moment before saying, "Goddess of Starlight."

Wang Xianzhu looked at Du He and whispered to Jiang Ling: "What you said makes sense. Ah He is indeed a waste of his name."

"I heard it." Du He was speechless.

"Let's discuss a name, Ah, you bring the magic notebook, we sisters have to line up."

Jiang Ling reminded Du He, and walked towards his small space with Wang Xianzhu, and said helplessly: "Do you know, when the Eight Immortals crossed the sea, Ahe just started to study it, it was called the Water Torrent..."

"My God, really?"

Wang Xianzhu said incredible.

"That's my magic. Isn't it normal for me to name it? The Starlight Goddess is so ugly?"

Du He looked at Jiang Zhongye with help.

Jiang Zhongye patted Du He's shoulder with a wry smile and sincerely advised: "Ahe, men are unreasonable to women. If you can argue, you will be ridiculed. If the argument wins, women will coax them again. It is even more difficult to deal with than being ridiculed. Just let them be happy. If you rehearse the magic, don't worry about the rest."

Du He sighed heavily and spread his hands, "Women are so strange, why do we still have to marry a wife and go home? Isn't this causing trouble for ourselves?"

Jiang Zhongye shrugged, "Probably men are like this. The more people care about it, the happier they feel?"

"Then I would rather be a bachelor for the rest of my life." Du He took out the magic notebook and said in despair.

"Ahe, it's not a question of whether you are willing or not. Look, there are so many brothers around you who have wives. If you want to find one, you'd have found it long ago. The girls introduced by matchmaker Zhou are all good." Jiang Zhongye took the opportunity to sell matchmaker Zhou.

Du He bowed with his hands together and begged for mercy: "I would rather marry matchmaker Zhou than go with those delicate little girls, and uncle will spare my nephew's life."
Chapter completed!