Chapter 1414
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However, Ah Zhu didn't like to play with children, and only wanted to talk to teacher Lin Mumu.
From her classmates at school to her experiences in Yun Province, Ah Zhu chattered non-stop as she pulled Lin Mumu along.
Liu Xuan Jing listened on the side with a knowing smile on her face.
Xiao Bing was also listening enviously. Little Missy's life was so rich. He wasn't even in Year 1 yet. In the future, he wanted to be as rich as Little Missy.
Yes, that's right. First, I have to get good grades.
Speaking of Ah Mu, Ah Zhu felt a little sad. She didn't see Ah Mu when she returned to the Yun Province this time. She heard that Ah Mu was no longer in the Yun Province. It seemed that his father had taken him away, but no one knew where he had gone.
Back when they were studying in Yun Province, Ah Mu had been very kind to Ah Zhu. He even said that when he grew up, he would marry Ah Zhu.
Children in the mountains matured early, and many girls got married at an early age. Azhu had also reached the age of marriage, so she still had some feelings for some things.
Besides, when Ah Zhu left the Yun Province, Ah Mu also gave her a jade pendant carved from mutton fat jade. Could it be considered as a token of love?
Lin Mumu didn't ask about the specifics of her relationship with Ah Mu.
It's just that Ah Zhu was quite sad that she didn't see Ah Mu this time.
Lin Mumu didn't comfort her, she just listened attentively to what she had to say.
Ah Zhu was a cheerful and open-minded child, "It doesn't matter. After I graduate from high school, I will enter the military school. Maybe I can meet Ah Mu then."
"Aren't you going to Beijing University? Beijing University isn't a military school. "Lin Mumu jokingly said.
"I'm sorry, Master Lin. I've changed my mind." Ah Zhu felt a little embarrassed. She used to be Yan Dawei's target, but now that she had changed so quickly, she felt a little embarrassed.
"It doesn't matter. It's your own path. It's up to you to decide how you want to go."
"Hehe, Master Lin, you're the best."
"I also want to get into the military academy in the future. Sister Liu Zhu, I'll go to the military academy with you in the future. I'll protect you, okay?"
"Bah bah bah, who wants to go up with you? I'm five years older than you, do you want to curse me to stay back and wait for you? "Ah Zhu quickly shook her head.
"That's right. I will try my best to skip a grade." Xiao Bing scratched his head.
"Alright, then do your best. I won't wait for a brat like you."
Xiao Bing seems to be defeated by the word 'brat'. The little guy was still a little sad. Even his sisters didn't want to be friends with him.
Xiao Bing was hurt and decided to go for a run before lunch.
Lin Mumu always felt that Liu Xuan Jing was a relatively difficult person to get along with. She was as cold and aloof as Miejue Shitai.
Who knew that she would get along well with Qiao Hui in the kitchen.
"I knew you were good at cooking when I was in Yun Province, but I didn't learn from you for more than a few days. I really want to learn from you every day in the future. My Ah Zhu has already started to dislike my cooking." Liu Xuanjing said modestly.
"If you want to learn, you can come anytime. I don't have many family members this summer, and I will be alone most of the time. Luckily, Xiao Bing is with me. "
"That's great, I'll come here every day."
When Lin Mumu passed by the kitchen, she heard Liu Xuan Jing say that she would come every day …
How could that be? Lin Mumu felt that it would be better for her to obediently return to the hidden group.
Who knew that when Liu Xuan Jing saw Lin Mumu, she would immediately grab a strong man: "Mumu is the best at home. You can also tutor my family's Ah Zhu. She will be in the sixth grade next semester. When the sixth grade ends, her grades will directly determine which junior high school she can go to. "
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