Ever since she was young, her great-grandmother wasn't cut out for studying. It was a virtue for a woman to be untalented. Being born in a family of blood descendants, she had to learn more than the girls from ordinary families. Her great-grandmother entered a private school at the age of four and left at the age of twelve. To be honest, she slept all the way. After living for more than a hundred years, her knowledge might not even be comparable to that of an ordinary university student.
Usually, she would fall asleep as soon as she entered the private school, but this time, she forced herself to stay awake for half an hour. The main reason was that it was new and she had never seen a private school in this era.
The worst of the worst was to be singled out by the teacher for an examination.
All eyes fell on the beautiful girl with a mole on the corner of her left eye.
"I, I'm not your student," Great-grandmother explained gloomily.
Professor Qin didn't mind and smiled. "Since you're in the classroom, you're my student. Answer the question boldly and don't be afraid of getting it wrong."
Great-grandmother thought to herself, "Sure enough, all the crows in the world are black, and all the teachers are vicious."
When she was a child, the teacher would often beat her in the name of testing the school to vent his anger.
She didn't expect that after dying for more than a hundred years, she still couldn't escape.
Great-grandmother was not afraid of wearing shoes. She stretched out her small white hand. "Teacher, I don't know how to answer this question. Do you want me to hit the board?"
The students laughed, probably because they thought Great-grandmother's way of speaking was funny.
Professor Qin was stunned. "There's no standard answer to this question. Be bold and say what you think."
"I don't have an opinion. You can hit me."
"You can ask the students around you to help you."
"I won't ask for help. Hit me."
"You …" Professor Qin said helplessly, "You should sit down and stop talking."
"Oh." Great-grandmother answered crisply and sat down.
Professor Qin scanned the students again and finally locked his eyes on the equally good-looking San Wu. He said in a clear voice, "The female student in the black short-sleeved shirt, you answer."
San Wu stood up and said sincerely, "I don't know how to do it."
Professor Qin frowned. "I don't want to hit you. Just say it."
San Wu said seriously, "I don't know how to do it, but I suggest Beast change the question."
Professor Qin: "What problem?"
San Wu said, "You can ask me. If every drop of water represents a blessing, I will give you an ocean. Please do a sentence imitation exercise! "
Professor Qin did not understand the girl's thoughts at all. He felt that she had some deeper meaning. The professor also liked students who had their own thoughts and opinions, so he smiled and said, "Student, then please give me an ocean. If every drop of water can represent a blessing, then I will give you an ocean. Make a sentence. "
San Wu lowered his head and looked at the book on the table. He then raised his head and said in a serious tone, "If every flower represents a blessing, then I will give you a wreath!"
Li Xianyu: "…"
Professor Qin: "…"
The whole class: "…"
There was a sudden silence.
She was also keenly aware of this change and was quite happy.
Not only was the air quiet, it was even suffocating. In the suffocating air, Li Xianyu glanced at the book on her desk and saw the last sentence of the paragraph, "Little Ming, get out."
Li Xianyu: (¬ _ ¬)
…
"San Wu, I'm serious, you can't talk like this, you will get beaten up."
Walking up the stairs of the teaching building, Li Xianyu complained, "I think Professor Qin is going to fail me. Fortunately, I have a monthly income of fifty thousand yuan, so I don't care about my grades anymore. Otherwise, I would be finished."
It was no surprise that the three of them were kicked out. Professor Qin pointed at the door and said angrily, "Get out!"
San Wu was full of confidence. "This is the first time we met and you are already so emotional. This proves that my social style is very effective. Ding Ding, a very big man, the book you gave me is very useful."
"Don't call me Ding Ding, a very big man." Li Xianyu was going crazy. "Call me Li Xianyu, or just ignore how I call you. It's my fault for giving you this book. Don't read it in the future. Otherwise, you won't just have no friends, you will have the whole world as your enemy, you know? "
San Wu didn't understand. "Why?"
Li Xianyu said, "The correct way to socialize is to make the other party feel happy, happy, and comfortable. Not to hurt the other party's heart. "
San Wu said, "But Big Breasted Great-grandmother said that this book is very funny and very happy."
How … How could he explain this?
Li Xianyu was also confused. He thought for a while and said, "Great-grandmother is happy because she is a bystander and thinks it is funny. But you are the one in the game, and the one in the game will not feel happy."
San Wu was deep in thought.
Li Xianyu looked at her and asked, "Do you understand?"
San Wu opened the book and read, "You seem to be kidding me."
Great-grandmother: "Pfft."
Li Xianyu: "…"
He rubbed his eyebrows. Forget it, he was too lazy to bother with her. He was not a person who liked to teach others, so let her be.
The ways of the world were the most difficult thing to teach, and there was no need to teach. It depended on experience and accumulation. Some people could be smooth and slick in just a few years, and some people would never understand the ways of the world. But no matter how smooth or stubborn they were, they all had life experience as a foundation.
San Wu did not. She had been trained as an assassin since she could remember, and she had only lived as a human for a few years after she joined the Bosch family.
She might have been trying to change herself to be more like an ordinary person, but there was no better way than to wait for time.
There were two elective classes in the afternoon, but Li Xianyu did not plan to go to class. He was already a person with a monthly income of fifty thousand. What was the point of getting a graduation certificate? The old Li Xianyu was dead. Now he was Li Xianyu, the Niuhuru Bloodline.
On the way out of the university, Li Xianyu asked them to hold his arm and pretend to be cool. If everything went well, Li Xianyu would soon become a hot topic in all the class chat groups and campus forums.
He had nothing to do in the afternoon, so he went shopping with Great-grandmother and San Wu. He spent San Wu's money to buy some daily necessities and clothes.
Great-grandmother used San Wu's credit card to buy three air purifiers for her great-grandson. She told him that these things were expensive, and he should focus on practicing Qi instead of wasting them.
This reminded Li Xianyu of the exercises his mother had bought him when he was a child.
At sunset, before the rush hour, Li Xianyu took them back to the community on the subway. During the rush hour in the morning and evening, people were always pressed against each other's backs. Women's boobs hurt, and men's balls hurt. Everyone was in pain.
Li Xianyu did not want Great-grandmother and San Wu to be squeezed by men, so he tried to avoid the rush hour. He had lived in Shanghai for twenty years, and had never seen a beautiful woman with a score of more than eight in the morning and evening rush hour. It was obvious that beautiful women also knew to avoid the rush hour.
The hotel in S County was already open for business. When they passed by the door, Li Xianyu looked inside. The owner was frying rice noodles with dark circles under his eyes. Zhang Chen's soul had already returned to heaven and earth. It seemed that he did not have any more nightmares.
Great-grandmother was right. There was karma in the world, and karma must be repaid.
He looked around but did not see the Samoyed. Suddenly, he had a bad premonition.
The three of them went into the braised chicken and ordered pork ribs and rice. Li Xianyu asked the owner, "Where's the dog at the door?"
The owner still remembered Li Xianyu, mainly because San Wu and Great-grandmother were too beautiful to be forgotten. She said, "It's dead."
Li Xianyu felt like he was struck by lightning. "Dead?!"
The old woman said, "It died under the tree this morning. The property management has taken care of its body. The loser is finally dead. It stinks and keeps coming to my restaurant. It's so annoying."
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