Bigshot Gets Loved By All After Transmigrating Into A Book

Chapter 177: Could This Person Also Be One of Yu Yu’s Older Brothers

Of course, it was impossible to get a mahjong table.

In the end, Zhao Jiande had no choice. He thought of how Jiang Zeyu’s seat was in the last row. Since there was no one in his seat, he temporarily switched Jiang Zeyu’s deskmate with Jiang Yu.

He also swapped the materials on the two people’s tables and brought two more chairs so that the four of them could sit together in the last row. If they sat in the front row, they might be too distracting.

An Yimin was wondering why such a change had happened.

He was a simple man. He listened to Zhao Jiande’s arrangement and sat in the back. He thought that there must be a reason for Zhao Jiande’s arrangement.

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As soon as he sat down, he saw the red-haired young man at the door walk over and sit in the empty chair at the desk next to him.

An Yimin was stunned for a moment. Then, he saw another stranger walk over as well. The kind-hearted young man who had helped him before followed behind this man and sat on the chair beside him under the guidance of the stranger.

The stranger sat beside him. As soon as he sat down, he politely introduced himself, “Hello, Uncle An. I’m Xiao Yu’s eldest brother. My name is Jiang Chenglang.”

An Yimin was stunned.

Xiao Yu’s eldest brother, a member of the Jiang Family?

Jiang Zeyu hurriedly said, “Uncle An, my name is Jiang Zeyu. I’m Xiao Yu’s fourth brother.”

Feng Linbai also said, “Uncle.”

Jiang Chenglang and Jiang Zeyu stared at him.

An Yimin: Could this person also be one of Yu Yu’s older brothers?

Feng Linbai: “I’m Feng Linbai. I’m Yu’er’s…”

An Yimin: Oh, his surname is Feng, not from the Jiang family.

The two brothers: We’ll see what you have to say.

Feng Linbai said slowly, “I’m Yu’er’s… friend.”

There was a thought-provoking pause in the middle.

An Yimin was not used to such social occasions. Furthermore, the other party was from the Jiang family. The Jiang family was an existence that he had to look up to. He could not help but bow and say, “Hello, hello. I’m An Yimin…”

After introducing himself, An Yimin felt a little strange.

Since Jiang Chenglang had come personally, why had Teacher Zhao invite him as well?

An Yimin quickly surmised the reason.

Perhaps it was because Jiang Chenglang’s schedule was too packed and he wasn’t sure at first if he could make it, so teacher Zhao invited him. In the end, he hadn’t expected Jiang Chenglang to change his mind and make the time.

It was just that… sitting together like this, the atmosphere felt kind of strange.

After saying this, An Yimin didn’t know what to say next. Instead, Jiang Chenglang took the initiative to speak, “It must have been hard on Uncle An, taking care of Xiao Yu for so long. I’ve been too busy ever since I came back from working abroad, so I have not paid you a visit. Later, I’ll definitely find a day to pay you a visit. Thank you for taking care of Xiao Yu all this time, Uncle An.”

An Yimin was flattered and said, “You’re welcome, you’re welcome. It’s my duty. I’ve always treated Yu Yu as my own daughter…”

After he said that, An Yimin realized that something was wrong.

He and his foolishness, Yu Yu was the daughter of the Jiang family now. What status did he have? It was as if he was trying to get closer to the Jiang family. He didn’t know what Jiang Chenglang would think after hearing that. Would he be unhappy?

An Yimin was a little nervous but Jiang Chenglang didn’t really mind.

“Thank you for your hard work, Uncle An.”

Fortunately, the parent-teacher conference had finally begun, so the few of them didn’t have to chat awkwardly anymore.

At the podium, Zhao Jiande began to speak. Jiang Chenglang was sitting in Jiang Zeyu’s seat. He casually flipped through the exam paper and mocked mercilessly, “Zero points. You can avoid all the correct choices so perfectly. You’re really are amazing.”

Jiang Zeyu glared at him and said, “I’m happy to do it. What do you care? This is also something with skill. Can you do it?”

Jiang Chenglang: “I can’t do it. After all, I don’t have the same IQ level as you.”

Jiang Zeyu: “…”

Meanwhile, An Yimin looked at Jiang Yu’s test paper on the table and fell into deep thought.