With a "ding" sound, the microwave oven stops turning.

Cui Wenyan got up, took out the plate inside, took out the rice, and ate the leftovers from last night that had just been heated.

Cui Wenyan is 17 years old and a sophomore at the city's No. 1 high school.

But when she was in junior high school, her parents died, and she has been living alone. What her parents left her was this villa and a large sum of money, but this money was saved, managed by a special lawyer, and a living allowance would be paid to her on time every month.

Her parents are not mortals, but legendary ghost hunters, and they are high-ranking members of the Celestial Master Association. It's just that in an operation to encircle and suppress the ghost king, he was sacrificed. She received a large pension, but she didn't want it, she just wanted her parents back.

I've cried, I've made trouble, but to no avail.

Her parents, who loved her, would never come back after all.

She was also left with a bracelet, an ordinary bracelet, with a small bell tied to it that could not make a sound.

It's something she cherishes the most.

After habitually touching the bracelet, Cui Wenyan sighed, alas, hurry up and eat, you still have to do your homework after eating. Some questions are not at all, and some of them were memorized yesterday and almost forgotten today. Her grades have always been at the bottom of the class, and she doesn't want to, and she's desperate, but what can she do?

I'm in my third year of high school next year, and I don't know if I can be admitted to the undergraduate program with this result.

Should I also go to tutoring?

However, it seems that tutoring does not have much effect.

At that time, I was able to memorize those questions and get some sleep. Those questions knew her, and she didn't know those questions.

There is also English, which is bigger, and doing multiple-choice questions is completely based on which one is pleasing to the eye. Composition is copying reading comprehension.

She is the legendary scumbag, and she can't be a scumbag anymore.

The head teacher was very good to her, knowing that her family background was complicated, and he always paid attention to her and encouraged her, but she really couldn't do it.

Slag is scum. If it is a cracked block, it can still be spliced, but how to splice this kind of slag?

Forget it, eat first, eat. No, I'll look online for an answer. Watch it a few more times, maybe it will? Cui Wenyan comforted himself.

Before the meal was finished, the doorbell rang.

"Who?" Cui Wenyan opened the door lock and looked outside and asked.

"Wenyan, it's us." There were three old men with immortal wind bones standing outside. Standing at the front, Cui Wenyan is a little more familiar, this is Zhou Zhenghao, the vice president of the Heavenly Master Association, who will call from time to time to care about her. After the death of her parents, this person also gave her a lot of help.

The other two, she has also seen. At the funeral of their parents, both of them came, one was Ma Dong, the president of the Heavenly Master Association, and the other was Wu Zhongyuan, the vice president.

Cui Wenyan opened the door and welcomed the three in.

"Uncle Zhou is good, Uncle Ma is good, Uncle Wu is good." Cui Wenyan greeted politely, "Please come in." I'm going to make tea, but wait a minute, I need to boil water. ”

"Ah, no need, let's go in and talk." Ma Dong waved his hand and said with a smile.

"Then please come in." Cui Wenyan is a little strange, today is not a special day, since the death of his parents, Ma Dong and Wu Zhongyuan have not been to the door, what will happen today?

After the three of them sat down, Zhou Zhenghao showed a kind smile: "Wen Yan, have you had any difficulties in life and study recently?" If you have any difficulties, you should tell me in time. ”