Chapter 11 Prince, are you not connected to the Internet

Author: Gu Jiaqiu

Chapter 11 Prince, are you not connected to the Internet

Yucheng, No. 1 Middle School, the Jingyuan of Books.

Here is the school district housing for key universities.

There is only one road from No. 1 Middle School.

The housing prices are so high that it is because the environment is old and there is no elevator in the past.

However, this land is the Qiao family's land.

Almost all of the assets in Yucheng are owned by the Qiao family.

But the Qiao family has ancestral teachings and rules.

Children and grandchildren should not be greedy for pleasure.

If the head prince leaves home to study, he will learn from the family rules. If he learns like a rich second-generation outside, he will have his own family rules.

However, Qiao Yu was also content.

He took the keys to the new home from Uncle Zhou and pulled Jiang Yin away.

"By the way, what did you do after your academic qualifications?"

Qiao Yu took out the key and opened the keyhole.

Jiang Yinheng groaned and put down his luggage, saying vaguely.

"I don't know, my dad did it."

"That's pretty good."

Jiang Yin carefully looked at her indifferent look and quietly breathed a sigh of relief.

Mr. Qiao is a low-key person, but the Jiang family is not.

The young master of the Jiang family came to No. 1 Middle School to go to school and directly smashed a teaching building and successfully entered the school.

If Qiao Yu knew that the two parents favored each other so much, they would feel uncomfortable.

The two entered the house.

I found the house was quite large.

Three bedrooms and one living room layout.

Although the home is old, it is neat and clean and comfortable.

Jiang Yin spread his luggage and prepared to pack up his luggage for both of them.

Qiao Yu brought not many things.

A handful of the Nine Sky Blue Cloud Sword, a pour of Nanshan Cloud Mist Tea, a commonly used inkstone and ink treasures, and classics to memorize these days.

All things from Xiaonanshan.

I really didn't bring anything from the Qiao family.

Jiang Yin thought to himself, no wonder Mr. Qiao got so angry early in the morning and didn't have someone to serve him.

He buried his head in order to sort things, but he didn't expect a scream from the living room.

"Jiang Mingying!"

The boy was startled and rushed up.

"What's wrong?"

In the living room, Qiao Yu stood in front of the sofa, looking frightened.

She stretched out her white and slender fingertips and pointed to the wall.

"Look."

There is a TV!

"Depend on!"

Jiang Yin glared!

There is a TV!

The two of them had a tacit understanding and immediately glanced at the clock.

Twelve o'clock noon!

Children's TV!

Digimon is being broadcast!

Qiao Yu quickly sat on the sofa.

Jiang Yin immediately took out the remote control.

"Did you remember the volume?" Qiao Yu reminded.

"Remember it."

Is that needless to say?

When they were young, they watched TV, but they didn't even miss the position of the remote control.

How much volume is turned on, which station, and even a wet towel should be placed behind the TV to cool down.

Watch TV with one ear.

I have to listen to my steps while my ears.

Like a thief.

However, since the age of six, the two have never met this TV series.

Now that you can watch TV, this is simply an unexpected surprise!

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When Qiao Yu saw a flock of sheep on TV, she was confused.

"Why isn't it Digimon?"

Remember right.

The timetable for children's satellite TV to broadcast cartoons, they are so familiar with it.

Jiang Yin also frowned.

What is this lazy sheep?

Qiao Yu wants to see Digimon.

She thought seriously about the huge network of contacts that the Qiao family knew.

"I remember that my cousin's second aunt's brother-in-law's son is hosting on Children's Satellite TV. Please ask."

"become!"

Jiang Yin found the landline and started asking the numbers everywhere.

Poor that young host, he thought that the prince of the Qiao family had something important to give, even the Minister was alarmed.

He answered the phone in fear and trepidation, but the result was.

What the hell!

You ask me why I don’t play Digimon!

Why!

All of the old animes that have been in the past ten years!

Why do you say!

The little host is about to cry.

I can't bear to hit her.

"Crown Prince." He said carefully: "Did you not have access to the Internet?"

The prince, who lives in the 2G network era, has a dark face.
Chapter completed!