Master Loves His Little Beautiful Wife

Chi Haitang had started to interact with Olympiad math since her first year. She was obsessed with math. She had paid attention to all the people in Jingshi who were familiar with any competition.    

    

She remembered that this young man was called Xiao Zimo. He was the champion of the previous ITO. He was supposed to participate in the GJ training and go to the international competition.    

    

However, for some reason, he missed it. From now on, he rarely appeared in front of the world.    

    

Xiao Zimo was also a very talented person. She had always admired him.    

    

Looking at the current situation...    

    

Was he going to watch the ITO competition?    

    

Or was he going to participate in another competition and then participate in an international competition?    

    

In just a moment, Chi Haitang thought of many things.    

    

"Uncle Zhang, go and take a look." Xiao Zimo's voice was clear and cold.    

    

His indifferent gaze slowly swept across Su Ningning and the others. With just a glance, Su Ningning could clearly feel that the young man's expression was not normal.    

    

It should be a kind of heart disease, a relatively serious illness.    

    

But what did this kind of person have to do with her?    

    

"Yes, Young Master!" The person who called Uncle Zhang said respectfully.    

    

The middle-aged man got out of the car, looked at the tracks of the car, and then returned to the car. He said respectfully, "Young master, our problem."    

    

The young man was slightly stunned and quickly recovered, "Pay up, we're still in a hurry."    

    

"Okay, Young Master."    

    

The middle-aged man's calm and experienced attitude just now had become somewhat irritated and impatient.    

    

He turned around and took out a stack of bills from his bag before directly throwing them into the car. "How about this? Quickly move aside. All of you can't take responsibility for delaying the matters of our Young Master!"    

    

The Young Master was extremely concerned about the competition this time. Even though he refused to participate, he would only be happy when he saw the Young Master.    

    

His condition...    

    

Uncle Zhang only needed to think about it and his nose became sore again.    

    

"What the heck!"    

    

"D * mn, retarded, so arrogant?"    

    

Qian Hao and Chi Haitang's expressions changed. Just as they were about to argue, Su Ningning said, "Forget it. A mad dog has bitten me. You still want to bite me back?"    

    

"That's true, mad dog!"    

    

"Pah! A mad dog!"    

    

"Hahaha, mad dog!"    

    

The other three quickly agreed. Uncle Zhang was so angry that his face suddenly changed. However, the young man behind the car did not seem to have any emotional fluctuation. "Uncle Zhang, let's go!"    

    

"Okay, young master!" Uncle Zhang was angry in his heart, but since the young master did not care about it, he could only resign himself to fate and leave.    

    

When the driver was still in a difficult situation, Qiu Jian still cared about Qian Hao's situation, so he could only let it go.    

    

"Qian Hao, your arm..."    

    

"Ouch, don't touch it, it hurts so much!" Chi Haitang had just touched his arm when Qian Hao cried out in pain. It scared Chi Haitang so much that she quickly withdrew her hand.    

    

She said shyly, "Weren't you very powerful just now?"    

    

"Just now... I, I forgot about the pain just now!" Qian Hao's face was pale. If his arm was crippled, why would he still participate in the competition?    

    

But this competition was very important to him, even to the school.    

    

"This, is he going to the hospital?" The driver also had an apologetic look.    

    

Qiu Jian gritted his teeth and said, "To the hospital. No matter what, Qian Hao's arm is more important." He thought that Qian Hao probably could not participate in the competition.    

    

Thinking about this, Qiu Jian felt quite regretful.    

    

Those who could participate in the national finals this time were all very good seedlings, but...    

    

"No, even if it's cast, I still want to participate!" Qian Hao gritted his teeth, and just as he finished speaking,    

    

suddenly, he let out a miserable cry.