Supernatural Rebirth Genius Girl Diviner

"You child--" Grandma smiled and wrinkled her face into a flower.

Yang Bai coughed hard.

Yang Zimei smiled, sat back in place, hurriedly finished breakfast, and prepared to take Xi to school.

Yang Qing followed and asked uneasily, "Niuniu, it costs 4,000 yuan a month to let grandparents go to the club. It really burns money. I'm afraid our family can't afford it."

"Dad, don't worry, I will be responsible for all expenses. And, starting today, I will have customers look for Feng Shui or something every day, and there should be no shortage of money." Yang Zimei comforted.

Yang Qing's face was solemn. "Niu Niu, although our family is short of money, Dad still doesn't want you to be a girl and do things like magic sticks, that will make people think. And this kind of spying genius There are many things that change lives, and they will eventually harm you. Dad just hopes that you can grow up like other girls or learn antique knowledge from Mr. Song. "

"Dad, rest assured, I will know how to protect myself." Yang Zimei was touched when he looked at his father who was so concerned about him.

"Ugh--"

Yang Qing knew that her daughter would not listen to her, but she sighed slightly.

*

Yang Zimei took Yang Zixi's hand, watched her jump into the school gate, and turned to Nancheng Middle School where she was.

Not far behind her, in a black van, a pair of eyes were staring at her back, and then she got out of the car and walked into the school.

As soon as Yang Zimei walked to the gate of the school, there was a ringing bicycle bell from behind.

Wearing a white suit and white pants, Min Gang stepped on his red bicycle and parked in front of her, raising a very happy smile on her face.

Chaoyang's golden light fell on his soft hair, silhouetted against his innocent and handsome smile, making Yang Zimei suddenly think of the little prince.

Oh, yes, in the last life, Min Gang was the prince she wanted to approach, but she never dared to approach.

He still looks like a prince, but she is no longer the humble street goddess of the last life.

"Zi Mei, come up, I will carry you."

Min Gang said to her with anticipation.

The day when Long refused to ride his bicycle that day, it caught her like a hoop spell, and she shook her head involuntarily, "No, thank you, I'll go in."

"Although it has arrived at the door, it is still far from the teaching building." After hearing her rejection again, Min Gang's hopeful heart was very frustrated and unwilling to say.

"I prefer walking." Yang Zimei still refused.

In the past, many students, especially those female students, saw the school grass in their minds and naturally stopped to take a look. They saw that Min Gang, who had always ignored the girls and was very proud, actually volunteered to Yang Zimei. She was envious and envious in the back seat of the bicycle.

"Who is she?" Someone asked in a low voice.

"It was the one who made a big noise last time and was taken a picture in the classroom and the male transfer student."

"Is she? The last time it was said to be a rumor, I heard she was doing acupuncture for that man."

"Does the ghost know? How old is she? Acupuncture is not that easy to learn?"

"I don't know. I don't dare to talk anyway. The classmate who talked last time seemed to be evil, and the tongue was being pulled by the ghost, so terrifying."