"Hey, 233, how about you say I cut off my hair and sell it?" For Wen Ling, hair means ginseng beard, which is also valuable.

This thing is estimated to sell a little.

233 said he had no eyes to see.

"You're a human being now, a normal person, you can't sell hair, those are normal hair." 233 tried to reason with the goblin.

233 still remembers that he was scared to cry because of cutting his thigh.

It's a shame.

However, the goblin is used to acting freely, and it can only persuade him to don't have an accident, don't make trouble.

They are a normal world, not a world of spirits.

As a result, in the next second, Wen Ling was unhappy: "Impossible, I have these lovely beards, how can they be hair?" Look whose hair stands up......

Wen Ling was about to stand up his hair as he spoke, 233 was so frightened that he was busy screaming for a while, and the bamboo leaves were still shaking: "Please, please, be a person, it's a big night, you don't want the bedroom to be haunted, right?" ”

The hair really stands up, and tomorrow the little ginseng essence will have to be sent to the laboratory for dissection, and the task of this world will be cold directly.

"Oh." Wen Ling was a little sad about 233 stopping him.

I was a little disappointed that my hair didn't stand up.

233 said he wasn't breathing well.

"Why don't you make up lessons for elementary school students?" 233 thought about it for a moment, and made a suggestion that he didn't know if he was alive or dead.

Wen Ling was stunned after hearing this, and the little mouth in his consciousness opened wide: "You have a grudge against the flowers of the motherland, do you want to trap them like this?" ”

The little ginseng doesn't know a few big characters, or through the memory of the original owner, this can be regarded as literacy.

Not to mention the little ginseng essence, at the level of the original owner's half-scumbag, how big of a parent's heart would they dare to hand over their children to someone like them?

233 listened, and fell silent again.

It's a pity that it's an auxiliary system, and Mao can't help it.

It's so hard to make it want to make money these days.

Wen Ling thought about it for a while, and originally thought that the koi beads were easy to use, and if he was in this world, he had koi luck, so he could do nothing.

Just rush forward and leave the rest to the koi.

Unfortunately, the bead struck.

This is only the first world, and this little thing is starting to make a haunt.

Wen Ling sighed, then turned over and went to sleep.

233 was still looking for a way in the database to see how they were going to make money.

As a result, I slept like that???

No, what about finding a way to make money?

How did you do it in the first place, and you weren't dug up to stew soup?

Even if a benefactor saves you once, can it be possible to save you again?

233 thinks this host has a really big heart.

The next day, the school officially started.

It was the first class after the eleventh holiday, and everyone got up early, went to the cafeteria to eat, and then went to the classroom.

The first class officially starts at 8 a.m.

However, most of the students were already in the classroom at half past seven.

At around 7:40, the head teacher, Mr. Zhu, entered the class with a female classmate.

"Let me introduce to you, this is a new transfer student, and everyone should get along well and make progress together in the next year." After Mr. Zhu finished speaking, he let Song Xinqi out.

Song Xinqi is a well-behaved and beautiful girl, as soon as she appears, she is like a light, reflecting into everyone's hearts.

After all, the heroine's aura must still be dazzling.

So, there she stood, and it was a landscape of its own.