Dorne didn't dare to look at the basket's face, because there was an extremely hideous scar on her face.

The hair of the small basket is tied into two braids like small brushes, and it shakes with her movements, very delicate and cute, and under the messy forehead, her intact eyes are like round apricot kernels, more like newborn fawns.

It's just that the shape of the eyelids on the other half of her face is no longer neat, and when it's hot, the scar is pink, and when it's cold, the scar turns blue-purple.

"What's the matter with you?"

The basket also noticed that Dorne's gaze was dodging, and she was a little dissatisfied, but she leaned in front of him instead.

"I ......"

"Hey! Do you think I'm ugly? Why don't you look up at me? ”

Xiao Basket's personality is that she can do not talk much, so she simply breaks Dorne's face and wants him to look directly at her.

"You!"

Dorn dodged in fright.

"Look at me! Are you afraid! Hum! Scared to death! ”

Xiao Basket never cared about her appearance, and the rest of the clan would only pity her more because of her scars, and no one would laugh at her.

If she wants her to come to this pity, she doesn't want it.

"Little basket, don't pay attention to him, it's useless, this guy is like a lump of wood!"

Ozawa, who had been left out in the cold all day, was also a little dissatisfied with Dorne.

"Really?"

Of course, the basket listened more to her little friend, and she took two steps back in disgust, not planning to pay attention to Dorne.

"I don't think you're ugly! And there was no fear! ”

Seeing that the two were about to leave together, Dorn finally mustered up the courage to speak.

"Huh?"

The basket turned back and looked at him suspiciously.

"I'm sorry, but your injuries were caused by a sneak attack by our tribe."

It seemed that this sentence used up all the courage that Dorne had gathered, and after he finished speaking, he looked at his toes again and did not dare to look up.

There was silence on the altar at this time, except for the sound of the wind whistling.

Ozawa didn't know why Xiao Basket didn't speak, he just instinctively felt that the atmosphere was weird, so he kept quiet.

"It's not your fault, and I don't blame you."

Just as Dorn was about to drown in this sticky silence, the voice of the little basket Qing Ling Ling sounded again.

"But!"

"I know that you are also victims, and my real enemy has been killed by Sister Qianqian."

Xiao Basket asked about the matter between the two clans, when she took in the remnants of the Luli tribe, Jun Qianqian was worried that Ah Xia and Xiao Basket would feel uncomfortable, so she went to talk to the two about their lives.

Jun Qianqian told Xiao Basket that the children of Dorne and the people who started the war did not belong to the same class, they were not vested interests in the war, and they had no ability to stop the sneak attack, and even because of this battle, they had a worse life.

Xiao Basket understood this, and from then on, there was no additional rejection of the remnants of the Luli tribe.

"Don't you hate us?"

Dorn felt incredulous, just like Roze said, since they didn't stop the Luli Patriarch from sneaking up, then they were all accomplices too.

will cause the current situation, no one is innocent, if they are victims, then Xiaobasket, an originally cute and beautiful girl, suffered such a hurt, wouldn't it be more innocent?

"Not necessarily, if you do any damage to our department, I will settle the account myself this time."

There was a short knife hanging from the waist of the basket, which was a gift from Daze when she said that she wanted to learn the art of war, and now she had practiced her chopping and slashing well.

She pressed her hand to the hilt of the knife and pulled out the blade, pointing at Dorne from afar.

Xiao Basket is a girl who doesn't need to look at her face to feel handsome.

Ozawa thought about it, look, that Dorn over there had a handsome and stupid expression.

The two ran to watch the plane battle, and sure enough, as Ozawa expected, the two planes in the competition did not fly, and Dorn still stayed in the classroom to study, but his eyes were full of waves.

"Boy, you seem to be in good shape lately?"

A few days later, Jun Qianqian took the time to give Dorne and Ozawa a test, and immediately corrected the questions after answering them on the spot.

She looked at Dorne's roll and felt something different about the child.

"Priest, will I become stronger if I learn this?"

The first time Dorne asked such a question, when he heard that she was willing to teach him to read, he was so frightened that he didn't think about the meaning behind it.

"Yes, literacy can develop the ability to think logically."

Jun Qianqian tilted her head and looked at Dorne curiously.

"I'll study hard and I won't disappoint the priest!"

Dorn bowed deeply to Jun Qianqian, and almost slammed his head on the lectern.

"Why, finally stop competing with yourself?"

This child's eyes are much brighter than before.

The knot in her heart is not something that can be untied automatically with a single meal, and she thinks about what happened recently, but finds that she is busy taking off, and she doesn't pay much attention to the altar at all.

"I don't know."

Dorne shook his head, the things he hadn't figured out before, he still hadn't found the answer.

It's just that he feels that he can put those things aside, he now has a group of compatriots who rely on him, and classmates who care about him awkwardly, and his life is far from being unbearable.

"Don't say that I poured poisonous chicken soup to you, most people are not geniuses, ordinary people must have ordinary people's way of living."

Jun Qianqian understands that Dorne may have been struggling with the "weakling" that Luo Ze said to him.

"Is there really a strong person in this world?"

Maybe it was because of Jun Qianqian's eyes that could see through everything, Dorne couldn't help but ask his doubts.

"Nope."

Jun Qianqian's answer was categorical, but it made Dorn stunned.

She doesn't want to talk about anything relative and absolute, and she doesn't want to say that she is ashamed and brave, she only faces the problem of him, there is no strong person in the world, and there is no weak person.

"I haven't finished writing this textbook yet, you don't know much now, take it back and read it slowly, maybe you will have some new ideas after reading it."

Jun Qianqian took out the draft of her former physics textbook.

There is too much knowledge that is not used in the primitive world, whether it is gravity or gravitational acceleration, I don't know if the calculation constants of this planet are exactly the same as the earth in the previous life, and it is misleading to write it.

This draft was eliminated, but it was written about the physics of the first cosmic velocity, and the stars.

"What's this ball?"

Looking at the cover drawn by the soul painter himself, Dorn was confused.

"That's the stars in the sky."

Why do people study astronomy, why do they study astronautics? What is the use of studying those stars millions of light-years away from them?

"When you look up at the galaxy, you will realize how small the human individual is, whether it is strong or weak, it is just a speck of dust in the universe."

What is there to worry about the troubles of dust?