The Lord God Depends on Me

Sun Tianzheng was also unambiguous when he went up.

"Ahem, I'm not talented, there is a foreign language reduced version of the God-learning experience card, but the experience period of my card is a bit long, so I won't talk too much nonsense, that is, a little trick to not get on the stage... ...."

Therefore, Sun Tianzheng Barabara talked about some tricks that could not understand the problem but still correct the problem.

Everyone:...

Ah, it really is a reduced version.

However, it is still a God-learning experience card. I don't know why, but I know why. Moreover, it seems that this technique can be used to graduate from high school.

That is, the effect may not be as good as expected.

Despite this, everyone listened very carefully.

If this is put in a martial arts drama, a proper life-saving skill, maybe, just one or two points, maybe it can change the fate.

"In general, as long as you can distinguish the attributes of this word, you can use the numbers 1, 2, and 3 to replace it. The multiple-choice questions are basically not a problem, ahem, as for the final foreign language composition... . Let's look at fate."

Ren Xiaofeng showed a suddenly enlightened expression: "No wonder I always get zero points in foreign language composition. It turns out that the fate has not come."

Patter.

The pen in Liu Xinyue's hand broke again.

Sun Tianzheng's speech also came to an abrupt end, and he was forced to panic: I, what am I saying wrong?

Liu Xinyue looked at Ren Xiaofeng coldly: "Fate can actually be cultivated."

Ren Xiaofeng asked cautiously: "Why, how to cultivate?"

Xia Qingshuang leaned over: "You can't make a weapon if you don't fight."

Ren Xiaofeng:! ! !

And Zhou Xiao Fatty has a look of admiration, and he is also relying on Meng, Sun Ge said in his mouth, why is it so fresh and refined.

......

The evening self-study is not over yet, but Ye Wanlin has already returned home at this time.

Unlike the past, there is an extra figure in the home today.

A middle-aged woman wearing a cheongsam smiled and greeted her: "Wanlin, the mom at the magic city has already arranged everything, and can be transferred next week."

Ye Wanlin bit her lip.

That's right, this middle-aged woman wearing a cheongsam is Ye Wanlin's mother, Han Xue.

Her mother has been away all year round and has never taken care of herself.

I only come back so many times a year, and I will leave in a hurry soon.

I still remember that ten years ago, she was born with that serious illness. Her mother was still running around for work, and she didn't even call to comfort her.

Because of this, she was awkward with her father.

Only afterwards, she and Ren Xiaofeng met.

"Mom, you called me back in such a hurry to talk about this? I don't want to change schools. Also, did you tell your dad about this?"

Han Xue didn’t care at all, she still said to herself: “Maduna’s teaching resources are better than this small place. You know, the competition for university entrance exams is very fierce, and you can’t take the exam if you are nestled in this small city. What good university will you have in the future..."

The more Han Xue said, the angrier Ye Wanlin became. After all these years, I hadn't been in charge of me. Is it time to decide my future?

When Han Xue finished speaking, Ye Wanlin's eyes were already red.

"Then what about the school celebration next week?"

This is a program I have prepared for a long time, and this is a program I prepared for Xiao Feng.

I want to tell Xiaofeng that Xiaoye has become what you like.

Tears finally flowed out.

Han Xue said indifferently: "There is no need to participate in the school celebration in a small city.

"I don't! I won't transfer to another school!"

Ye Wanlin almost roared out.

Han Xue was stunned for a moment, but then didn't care. After that, her daughter would know her good intentions.

"Don't think I don't know, you are for the boy named Ren Xiaofeng, if it were not for him, you would not come back to this small place."

Ye Wanlin looked at each other stubbornly: "You, you know?"

"How could I not know. Although my mother has been with you for a short time, I have seen your baby-like picture. I can tell you about this now. He is not worthy of you."

After all, Han Xue got up and planned to leave.

She still had a meal to attend and asked Ye Wanlin to come back, but felt that she should be notified face-to-face about these things.

However, Ye Wanlin rushed out of the house first.

This is the same, and this is the same, always doing what he thinks is good for me like this.

But, but.

Back then, he took himself out of the city in the same way.

What happened at the previous school, can you forget it so lightly!

do not want!

Absolutely not!

I don't want to be separated from Xiaofeng anymore!

Even if you can only look at him silently.

The more I thought about it, the more I was wronged, my tears completely blurred my vision.

Looking at Ye Wanlin who had disappeared from her sight, Han Xue still didn't care, just as a child making a temper, she would be fine if she figured it out.

Go downstairs.

When I left the community, I almost bumped into a man who hurriedly carried two bags of vegetables.

"Oh, ah, sorry, sorry, my son is coming back soon, he was a little rushed, he didn't scare you."

When she looked up and saw Ren Qingyun dressed as a family cook in an apron, she was immediately stunned.

"Qing, Qingyun?"

Ren Qingyun is working hard in cooking these few days, and there is still more than a month before the school will be closed for summer vacation.

I can’t order takeout with my son every day.

Even if I don't need money...well, it's actually pretty bad, and the editor is urging the manuscript again.

These years, the appetite of readers has become increasingly fickle.

Carrying two bags of vegetables, Ren Qingyun suddenly heard the other party call out his name and quickly raised his head.

Upon seeing this, he suddenly felt like a world away: "Han, Han Xue?"

Han Xue hurriedly greeted her with tears rolling in her eyes: "Qingyun, it's really you! Why are you buying vegetables? Junmei, is she okay?"

When talking about "Sister Jun", Han Xue's heart was pounding and pounding.

She is a loser.

Ren Qingyun's expression was a little unnatural: "Ahem, the past is over, Ajun and she..."

If, I remember correctly, Han Xue confessed to myself that year.

Ah, my **** charm.

No, ah, this **** fate.

Hearing the news that "Junmei" had passed away, Han Xue's mood became more complicated: "You, do you also live in this community?"

Ren Qingyun was surprised: "You live here too? I'm in the Jingjiang community next door."

Han Xue asked nervously, "I just heard you say that your son is coming back soon?"

"Sister Jun" and Qingyun's son?

If, if your daughter can make a couple with their son...

A happy and sad picture flashed in Ren Qingyun's eyes: "Well, he is now studying at night, and he is studying in the second high school."

Han Xue's eyes lit up: "It's a coincidence, my daughter is also in the first year of high school in the second middle school."

She did not say what she planned to transfer to Ye Wanlin next week.

Ren Qingyun: "That's a coincidence. Let me tell you that my stinky boy seems to be a good girl. Oh, I'm worried about his premature love."

Ahem, except for that girl pretending to be a man!

Han Xue's eyes are a bit complicated: "It's the same as you back then."

Ren Qingyun was also surrounded by beautiful women.

"By the way, what's your son's name? Maybe he's in the same class as my daughter."

"Oh, his name is Ren Xiaofeng."

Han Xue:! ! !

This study, don't transfer it!