Mu Aizhen's face was stupefied and she cried silently.
Sun Xiaomei was also howling outside the house.
The Mu family's life has been very difficult recently.
Mu Siping's salary was not bad before. Sun Xiaomei now works as a cashier in a company, and her salary is not low, and she has received a large subsidy from the Mu family.
Even if I have to enroll my two children in cram schools, interest classes, and send them to school, I can still cope with life well.
Sun Xiaomei also has the spare time to dress herself, her husband and two children beautifully, and keep the house clean.
But since Aizhen could no longer stay in No. 1 Middle School and transferred to Wanhua, the living conditions of the Mu family had plummeted visibly.
As a mother, in addition to going to work every day, she also has to find part-time jobs in various places as much as possible. She is exhausted every day.
How can I still have the energy to do housework when I get home when I'm so tired? Mu Siping is another guy who doesn't even help him when his oil bottle falls.
This Wanhua Middle School is simply a gold-eating beast.
If she hadn't thought it would only be three years, she wouldn't have been able to hold on.
Sun Xiaomei closed her eyes and tried to convince herself that she would give Aizhen up in three years so that she could study abroad.
Most of Wanhua’s students go to study abroad.
In the future, when the children return to China after completing their studies, have a high degree of education, and their classmates are all celebrities, then they will truly not lose at the starting line.
Sun Xiaomei didn't have the energy to argue with Mu Siping, so she sat down slowly, looked up, and saw Mu Qingyun's face on the TV, and her chest suddenly felt tight.
After listening for a few seconds, Sun Xiaomei's face glowed with green light, and she felt dizzy - the top scorer in the college entrance examination! ? Just her!
Why should she? Why is it not her Aizhen and Aibao who are so beautiful?
Sun Xiaomei still thinks of Mu Qingyun as a dusty country girl.
She refused to believe that that stinky girl could still have such luck.
What's even worse is that Sun Xiaomei feels that her obedient daughter has recently reached the stage of rebellion.
My academic performance has been declining, and I am spending more and more money.
Sun Xiaomei looked at her daughter's door, feeling sad and regretful for a moment.
Shouldn't she let Aizhen go to Wanhua Middle School?
Will she be trapped in the current predicament in her future life and unable to escape?
Seeing that the quarrel in the living room had finally calmed down, Mu Aizhen took out her cell phone, hesitated for a moment, and sent a WeChat message to Gao Xiaowei - Can you lend me 20,000 yuan?
Summer vacation is here, and she is going to travel with her classmates.
Twenty thousand yuan is not enough, and I will need to borrow it again in a few days.
Gao Xiaowei heard the exclusive WeChat ringtone belonging to Mu Aizhen, but he sat motionless on his chair.
Mu Qingyun on the tablet in front of him, every look in his eyes was full of sarcasm.
Just before this year's college entrance examination, he used the last 'magical' incense stick.
He didn't dare to ask for anything too excessive. This time he just took the college entrance examination a year in advance and seriously asked for the title of provincial champion in the college entrance examination.
He didn't even tell anyone who knew about it, he just took Xiang around the streets of Taoshi to gain the trust of strangers.
But——still failed.
He actually only scored 307 points, which was completely different from his usual scores.
Gao Xiaowei raised his hands to cover his eyes, trembling slightly. His father, who was a driver, and his mother, who was a nanny, both comforted him, saying that he was only a sophomore in high school and would have a chance next year.
"Chance?"
Gao Xiaowei brushed the tablet off the table, as if awakened from a sweet dream, and what was left was a desolation and helplessness like ashes.
No chance.
After he got the incense, he imagined so many beautiful things, but from now on, they all become delusions.
The progress of the short script "My Boyfriend Can Make Fake Things Real" is 100, the script has been settled, and the evaluation is: Excellent. Settlement reward: 1 stick of refining fake into real incense (remnant, uncontrollable, please use with caution. 1 free attribute point
Mu Qingyun, who almost made Sun Xiaomei, Mu Aizhen, and Gao Xiaowei vomit blood, stared at the system, savored the sunny mood carefully, and couldn't help but smile.
It’s finally over!
Gao Moumou's brain is broken. He is not a normal person and cannot communicate. She really doesn't want to think about this person at all. If she could choose, Mu Qingyun would rather freeze in the snow for three days and three nights than be with him. Intrigue'.
Stretching and moving his shoulder blades, Mu Qingyun narrowed his eyes and continued to 'shoot arrows'.
That’s right, archery.
Still in the boxing gym.
Mr. Qiao happened to go downstairs to drink coffee today, and stopped by the boxing gym to practice archery. Mu Qingyun followed him to rub in with the coach.
Qiao Qing's movements were very casual, which was in sharp contrast to the standard standing movements of the coach next to him.
After a while, the coach asked Mr. Qiao in a roundabout way to go to the small room upstairs to play by himself.
Elite monsters like him who can shoot accurately with a bow, regardless of whether it is vertical, horizontal, forward, backward, with two hands, one hand, looking at the target or not looking at the target, don't show up, let Xiao Mengxin They were devastated.
After a while, Mu Qingyun was also driven into a small room to keep company with the elite monsters.
She seems obedient and a beginner, but with a bow and an arrow, she can act like a falling meteor... Ahem, in short, she is not suitable to be with novices.
Let these two mythical beasts play by themselves.
There are also all kinds of archery targets in the small room.
Mu Qingyun bypassed Mr. Qiao and monopolized the southern target.
She actually liked playing by herself, it was more comfortable and quieter, and she just shot two arrows.
"It's accurate and powerful, but it's just not fierce enough."
Suddenly a calm and unfamiliar voice sounded from behind.
Suddenly, Mu Qingyun's hair exploded, her pores stung slightly, there was a bang in her ears, and her muscles almost tightened uncontrollably. She instinctively calmed her breath, and steadily shot out the remaining eight arrows in sequence. .
A small and exquisite circle was drawn on the target. The circle was very round. Just by looking at it, one could see how calm and composed the archer was.
The man behind smiled and said nothing more. Mu Qingyun picked up the water glass and turned around naturally.
The other person is a young man in his twenties or fives, with a flat head, thick eyebrows and big eyes. He looks very upright. He is wearing a traditional Ming Dynasty costume. It is obviously quite complicated, but it makes him look clean and neat.
It was completely invisible from the outside. The sense of crisis that made her hair stand on end, as if she were seeing a natural enemy, was given to her by this person.
The young man nodded to Mu Qingyun: "Mr. Mu celebrates his birthday next month. I will wait for him at Mu's house."
Mu Qingyun: "??"
After the man finished speaking, he smiled and walked downstairs and out of the boxing gym in a hurry.
Mu Qingyun then let out a small breath.
"Fang Heng has really returned to China. Classmate Mu, classmate Mu, you are young and very capable. How dare you provoke Fang Zhilong? Tsk, are you in trouble?"
Mu Qingyun turned around, and the person speaking now was a young man with red hair. He had a face that didn't look like a good guy at first glance. His hair was slightly blown up and his face was a little bit pointy.
"Fang Zhilong? Who?"
Mu Qingyun raised his eyebrows, feeling helpless.
He was obviously sent here by the coach to shoot arrows alone. How come all kinds of monsters and monsters can appear?
"who?"
The red-haired man stumbled suddenly and almost fell to the ground. He stared at Mu Qingyun for a few times, then looked at Qiao Qing, and gave a thumbs up: "Okay, awesome, then I'm looking forward to the exciting showdown between Classmate Mu and Fang Heng."
"Tsk, the heir of the Buping Sword faces the candidate of the Mu family. I'm afraid this will be the only major event in the world in the second half of the year." (Zhizhiwu Chinese has no pop-ups, and is updated in a timely manner)
