C14 Decadal Dactyly(3)

Liu Jiayan was actually a little fearful of her old uncle's prestige. He was not only an elder but also a teacher's principal. Even though her old uncle was still young, he wasn't that fierce. Liu Zhaoyan still couldn't stop thinking about the scene of her old uncle's anger. Her heart trembled. He shouted, "Uncle!" Without saying anything further, he started running!

This was a habit that she had cultivated over the years. Upon seeing her old uncle, she subconsciously wiped her hair and ran away.

She pounded her chest and ran to the stairs, lost in thought. After a long time, he finally realized that something was wrong. Why did she sleep until ten years ago? If she was still lying to him and dreaming, then he would really be too stupid to save her.

Liu Ziyan wanted to touch his forehead to see if he was alive or dead. Seeing the salt in his hand, he curled his lips. Hey, that's enough. Just take the Willow Smoke and go back to living.

As for whether you're dead, reborn, or alive, it doesn't matter. Because you're back.

No need to ask, no need to ask. He familiarly entered Class 8 and 3's door. "Black Yo, it's all full now." Just a few more. She subconsciously stopped, smiling slightly at Xiang Sirou who was winking at her. Very well, she caught a glimpse of her table by the window. This would avoid the awkwardness of not finding a place.

A few of the students turned to look at her, as if discussing the matter of her math class raising her hand. Liu Ziyan's face was hot from habit. He lowered his head and felt bashful. However, after all, she had run away for ten more years. How could she allow herself to be looked down upon by these lecherous years? He quickly raised his head and calmly smiled.

When he saw her brother Lin Jin's face, Liu Ziyan's eyes widened. Oh, ten years ago, her brother was like that. Isn't it too hard to believe? Liu Jiayan really didn't understand. How could such an obedient, smart, and good younger brother fall into trouble like that?

Willow with tobacco and mulberry. Speaking of her life before she shrunk, it was actually quite harmonious. It was better than nothing. Compared to those old classmates who had studied abroad and had great skills, Liu Jiayan was not even worth looking at. But compared to those who didn't go to college or high school, or those who stayed in society early to turn the tables and carry their children, Willow Smoke still had a lot of status.

Hey, Liu Jiyan was lying on the table, holding a pen and spinning it. She didn't know if this was the kind of rebirth described in novels or not, because she didn't have much regrets, great dissatisfaction, great complaints, and no air crash, earthquake, or car accident. It didn't seem like she had been reborn.

Perhaps she was in a deep depression and daydreaming. The more she thought about it, the more it seemed to her that this was a fake product from her depression. Psychology didn't mean that one would especially think of such a moment when one was in the most difficult and saddest position.

Fourteen, you see, was not the most glorious time of her twenty-four years.

His results were excellent, his friends lined up in a row. What a carefree, silly time to study. The autumn sun shone on the glass, warming the young girl's tender skin. Liu Zaiyan couldn't help but squint as she let out a comfortable sigh.

Liu Jia Yan leaned his head on his arm, entered a state of sleep, and smacked his lips. Noon's steamed bun slice is too salty, very thirsty how to do?

Willow Ribbon was lying on his stomach wondering if it was the Ninja who was thirsty, or if he was looking for someone to ask for some water. Feeling someone tugging at her clothes, she turned her head to the side, blinking blankly. Recalling that this was her tablemate, she forgot her name.

Large eyes, tall eyes, a black beggar (black spots, or moles) on the face. When Liu Jiyan looked at her, she had already withdrawn her hand. Liu Jiayan blinked and looked at the children writing on the table. He thought to himself, Guilty! This old monk had not worked hard for so many years that he even forgot to study hard.

Liu Zhaoyan was a lazy child. Even though she was exhausted to the point where her hair turned white and she couldn't keep up with the top three in her grade, she still couldn't change her lazy personality. As long as there was no pressure and no one lashed out, she would not move a single step.

She thought, it didn't matter if she was reborn or not, she didn't want to live for face anymore. In the past, she had always cared for her parents and relatives, fearing that her words and actions would shame or embarrass them. He suppressed his dissatisfaction and hid it well, becoming a good student. The more deeply she hid, the longer she was used to being obedient. She listened to his orders and had no idea what to do.

When she had the will to resist, all her years of habitual depression had ended in failure.

Since she was lucky enough to shrink down to number one, she might as well be a carefree person. All that obedience and weakness, go to hell!

Liu Jiayan happily thought about the future of free growth and looked back at the autumn sun outside the window. His smile froze and he lowered his head. Oh my god, why did the King of Hell come? He couldn't have been standing there for a long time, could he?

Smoke touched his fluttering heart and took out his English class exercise book, scribbling on it. Even so, her brain was constantly distracted. Damn, it seems like she wasn't the material for bad students. She wouldn't even know how to be lazy if she were to steal even a little bit of stuff.

On the first day of my return, I suffered a huge loss. And my old uncle scared me so much that I almost choked to death. Afterwards, he also sent his manager, Yama Wang, to punish him. My moral education, you won't let him deduct two points from me, will you? Back in the day, when I was in junior high school for three years, I never deducted a single point in moral education.

Liu Zai Yan heart contains hot tears, an hour of noon self-study, finished writing half of the English language exercise book. Before she could sigh with emotion, her domineering English was already the same as before. Her tablemate glared at her as if he had seen a ghost. Liu Jiayan wiped his face with his sleeve. There was nothing dirty about it.

She humbly asked, "Why are you always looking at me? Oh right, when did the King of Hell come? Why didn't I see it? "Hey, tell me, would he think that I get 2 points for sleeping?"

The tablemate turned his head feebly and ignored Liu Jia Yan. En, it was hard for her to say anything, so she felt jealous and resentful. Although she already knew that Liu Zuoyan was the overlord of English and was always number one in the English test, there was no need for her to scare others like this, right?! That's two months of English practice, okay? You finished it in an hour.

The despondent tears of their tablemate, Liu Jiayan's answer came out without a thought. How could they accept a favor that they could not even remember the sentences of a few words!

Liu Jiayan saw that her tablemate was not talking to her, so he reprimanded himself. Hey, they are too well-placed to study in high school, what's with the same table? Or the teacher in charge of the class for the overall results equally divided the world, good students and students dressed and sat. Or he could choose his position by calling out the name according to the results of the monthly test.

When the senior class found out that the first two rows had been abandoned, no one, good or bad, was willing to eat chalk foam, so they took turns. Smoke vaguely remembered that she had been sitting in the first row in the middle for months, and that when the teacher wiped up the blackboard, the white chalk came rushing towards them. In addition, her chalk strokes were written by the language teacher and class teacher on the podium. With just a few chalk strokes, her body was covered in white foam, causing her to become a teacher's occupational disease at such a young age — pharyngitis.

Liu Jiayan looked at his current position. It was not bad, the south side was near the fourth row of the window, close to the window. It was far from the chalk foam on the podium, and also far from the dust at the back of the classroom. She decided that, in order not to repeat the same mistakes as before, she would take this position and not leave.