Listening to the reminder of the Purple Phoenix Ancient Ring Inner Ink Baby, Yin Wushuang's heart fluctuated a little.

It takes 50,000 faith points to open the second layer of the Purple Phoenix Ancient Ring, and get the elixir to truly save the dust.

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Faith continued to increase slowly, eventually staying at forty-seven.

In other words, there were already forty-seven people who had faith in her appearance, but Yin Wushuang did not rejoice in it.

Those who do things with sex will love to relax.

She frowned slightly, walking down a path that the crowd had automatically moved out of.

Yin Xue'er and Yan Ziye stood in place, naturally being caught up by Yin Wushuang.

"God, Yan Ziye is really happy, the queen and the goddess like him!"

"Yan Ziye's last life was the fucking one who saved the galaxy!!"

"Talk about the night! I'm not done with you! ”

The boys' jealous and envious remarks more or less flattered him to the middle of the night, satisfying his macho mentality.

The original Yin Wushuang was timid and cowardly, and he didn't dare to raise his head when he stood in front of him, and he usually used long bangs to cover his expression, making him look very gloomy and disturbing.

But I didn't expect that after showing my face, I was so beautiful!

The girls felt sour in their hearts, "Hmph, I wonder if Yin Xue'er and Yin Wushuang will tear up?" ”

"Definitely! Typical sisters turn against each other for men! ”

The good deeds gathered together, for fear of missing some wonderful tearing links.

But Yin Wushuang was destined to disappoint them.

At the moment when she passed by Yin Xue'er and Yan Ziye, her phoenix eyes were light, and she glanced at Yan Ziye at the end of her eyes, and then walked away.

Yan Ziye's pupils shrank, and he clearly saw contempt in Yin Wushuang's eyes!

Yin Xue'er's hand under her sleeve clenched slightly, then let go, and said with a gentle smile: "Midnight, let's go in too, the morning self-study is about to start." ”

After a while, Yan Ziye came back to his senses, but the pace of the two was not as unified as before.

Looking at Yin Wushuang's departing back, Yin Xue'er was puzzled in her heart, and in the end, all her doubts turned into coldness.

Yan Ziye is hers, her parents' favor is hers, and the praise of her classmates and teachers is also hers, all of them are hers.

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There are six classes in the third year of junior high school, which are divided into six classes from A to F, with Class A being the best and Class F being the worst.

Yin Xue'er, Yan Ziye, and Chu Hong are in Class A, and Yin Wushuang should be in Class F according to his grades, but because he is the eldest daughter of the deputy county magistrate, the school leaders don't dare to go too far, and they are reluctantly stuffed into Class B.

Because of this speciality, Yin Wushuang was even more uncomfortable in Class B, and there was no doubt that she dragged the average score of the entire class, and before that, Yin Wushuang was excluded.

As soon as she stepped into the campus, Yin Wushuang felt that the atmosphere around her was not quite right, the students pointed at her, and the teachers looked at her coldly.

As she passed by the school bulletin board, she glanced at the contents.

Sure enough, there was a paper report inside, and the person who sent the report was Vice Principal Zhao Fengxia.

In it, she righteously accused Yin Wushuang's behavior, saying that Yin Wushuang bullied her classmate Chu Hong and kicked her, who was the vice principal, and expressed her disappointment with the deputy county magistrate Yin Sen's child-rearing policy, and advised the students not to study like her.

Finally, there is the punishment given by the school: a one-week suspension from school.

A week? A week later, the monthly exams are over!

Yin Wushuang's face changed slightly, not only because of the punishment, but also because of the shamelessness of Zhao Fengxia's mother and daughter!

"Please come to the principal's office, and invite Yin Wushuang to the principal's office."

On the school radio, someone repeated this sentence.

It seems that some people are going to ask for guilt.