But don't remember the original owner, it's really difficult to be in this world.

After all, I really can't read and write ginseng.

Thinking of this, Wen Ling pretended to be old and sighed: It is difficult to participate in the essence.

233：？？？

Mada.

If you have a hard time, then I am even more difficult.

I'm so hard!

"Oh." When Wen Ling dealt with 233, he didn't forget to keep up with Wen Heng's rhythm.

Honestly, I changed the paper back, took my own paper in my hand, and changed the name of the class to my own.

Hearing the word Ling, the little ginseng essence can still write.

After all, it's my name.

Except for these two words, the rest of the words are written quite mechanically.

The original owner's handwriting is average, Wen Ling is a little disgusted, and he is ready to practice it himself.

"Let's have a copybook." Wen Ling felt that copying homework was so boring, and suddenly thought that he wanted to practice calligraphy.

"Or, let's improve our grades and practice calligraphy again?" 233 is like an old mother, and her heart is broken.

"I don't." It is impossible for the little ginseng essence to admit defeat.

233 gave out an electronic notebook with a helpless face.

This is something that others can't see, but it can.

After practicing the handwriting in a class, and finding that his handwriting looked a lot better, Wen Ling sighed: "Hey, don't say it, I'm quite talented in learning." ”

233：……！

Forget it, I don't talk to goblins.

After the first evening self-study class, Liu Xinhan took Wen Ling's hand: "Do you want to go to the toilet?" ”

"Okay." The little ginseng essence is quite novel to this experience of being a human being.

Liu Xinhan is a kind human cub again, Wen Ling didn't refuse, and went out with her.

Wen Heng sat in his place, staring deeply at the English textbook in front of him, and the voice of the little fool echoed in his ears: "Okay." ”

Soft and glutinous, it is very different from the previous sound of pinching your throat and having a little swish.

So, this is the true face of the little girl, and it was all a joke before.

Wen Heng naturally knows that there are many small groups in the school, and it is normal for them to like to gather around and fool around, make a bet, make an appointment or something like that.

Wen Heng suspected that the little fool came to tease him before, and if it was not good, it was their small group playing around.

Wen Heng didn't pay attention to these people in the past, and only focused on learning.

Therefore, I don't know if there is such a small group around Wen Ling.

Now I guess that this may be the case, and I feel a little irritable in my heart, but I quickly suppressed it again.

My hand dug through the table for a moment, and sure enough, I pulled out six or seven envelopes, either pink or light blue.

I didn't even look at it at all, I took these things and threw them into the trash can in the corner of the front door.

After throwing it back, he took out his phone and looked at it again.

The money for the small software I made before has now arrived.

The realism of the money in the account made Wen Heng breathe a sigh of relief.

Put away your phone, drag the English book out and continue reading.

Wen Ling on the other side met a person on the way back......

Wen Yu.

The half-sister of the original owner, Wen Yu's mother was originally a junior.

When the original owner's mother gave birth to the original owner, the original owner's father got involved with the junior Guo Yulian, and she was pregnant and gave birth to Wenyu.

Because of this, the original owner's mother became angry directly, but her body dragged on for more than three years, so she couldn't hold it off and left.

As soon as the original owner's mother left, before the first seven passed, Guo Yulian had already led Wen Yu to the door.

These things were asked by the original owner from some old neighbors in the past.