Class after class of children, led by military flags and instructors, passed through the review stand.

It may be the first time that my child has participated in such a large ceremony, and he is very nervous. Each little face was tight, following the pace in front, staring directly at the movements of the partner in front of him, for fear that one would not be able to keep up and make a mistake.

In this regard, the school and parents have given a warm response, even if there is a little problem, they will pretend not to see it.

The child is still young, it is not easy to do this step, and the child's growth path is indispensable for encouragement and support.

The entire parade was all boys, not a single girl.

This is the helplessness of the times.

In this patriarchal period, except for rich families who will hire private schools for their daughters, most of the little girls have no chance to go to school.

Although the enrollment quota announced by the imperial court is accepted by both men and women, the parents of the people do not let their daughters go to school, and the court has no choice, so they don't go directly to other people's homes to rob people.

Regarding this point, Zhu Zhangui's idea is to wait for the education force to be relaxed, and set up a few schools specifically for girls, so that the people of Daming can adapt to it first.

When everyone accepts it and life gets better, let's see if we can let the girls get out of the house and enter the school.

Dozens of minutes later, more than a dozen phalanxes walked from this side of the playground to that side, and then the chief instructor of the school came to the stage to deliver a speech on strengthening the country and strengthening the people.

"Ladies and gentlemen, parents, after the wonderful review ceremony, the next step is the graduation performance of the students of each class for their seniors."

"Whoa..."

A master of ceremonies took the stage and officially announced the completion of the parade, and parents and the school gave the children warm applause.

The little guys, who were still wearing military uniforms and sitting on the other side of the playground, heard the loud applause and fierce applause, and their faces turned red with excitement.

"Next, please enjoy the first program, the first grade class chorus Shenzhou Red! Singers: Jiang Xiaoyu, Liu Yu......"

When the applause fell, the emcee smiled and announced the first program.

Soon, dozens of children wearing school uniforms stood on the stage in rows, looking at the parents below the school teachers and the seniors who were about to graduate.

"My son... That's my son~"

"Hehe, standing in the second row and the second is my grandson, hahaha, much better than his father, his father used to see people, he was too shy to look at people!"

"Okay, don't talk about it, they're going to start, it's all quiet!"

After a buzz, there was silence off the stage.

"Jingle bell, ding bell..."

The team of musicians invited by the school began to play after they had quieted down.

One by one, the children clasped their hands, blushed, listened carefully to the drums, and waited to enter the rhythm.

As a drum beat sounded, dozens of children puffed up their little faces and sang loudly.

"Shenzhou is red, the sun is rising, there is a Hongwu Emperor in Shenzhou, he has made meritorious contributions to the people..."

As the stage began to sing, the children who were about to graduate on both sides of the parents' viewing platform also sang along seriously and softly below.

Listening to the familiar tune and different words, as well as the serious little face, Zhu Zhangui showed a smile on the corner of his mouth, and he also hummed softly.

What a nice tune, what a brainwashing tune.

What started as a class chorus gradually evolved into a chorus of the whole school.

The song was sung very fast for a few minutes, and the performance was over in a blink of an eye.

The parents gave a warm round of applause, and at the same time discussed that although the tune was a little weird, it was also very good, and they all went back and asked their children to sing it to themselves a few more times.

But the next performance made them feel that this idea was a bit redundant.

The master of ceremonies walked up to the stage again, stood at the loudspeaker fixed on the side of the stage, and said loudly.

"The children in the first grade class sang very well, and the children's voices were the purest and cleanest, and I am looking forward to their next performance."

came to the stage and praised him, the master of ceremonies opened the notebook in his hand, ready to announce the next show, but when he looked down, the corners of his mouth trembled slightly.

After being stunned for a moment, the expression on his face was slightly stiff and smiled.

"Next, please enjoy the Shenzhou Red brought to you by Class 2 of the first grade, singer: ......"

The parents were also stunned for a moment, and then applauded happily.

"Great, I didn't hear it clearly just now, but this time I have to listen carefully, maybe I'll be able to learn it."

"No, this tune and tune are very simple, you can remember it after listening to it two or three times, and when I remember it, I can also go out and show off, although we don't know big characters, but we are also people who have learned noble tunes!"

Zhu Zhangui sat in the crowd, looking at the little guys lined up at the lampstand, and had a bad feeling in his heart.

How does this scene seem familiar?

Scratching his head slightly, Zhu Zhangui suddenly remembered the experience of helping his neighbor Grandma Wang go to his grandson's kindergarten and participate in kindergarten performances one day.

The order of the performances that day seemed like this.

"Next, please enjoy, the lonely brave who sang the whole chorus of the Kindergarten class..."

"Next, please enjoy, the lonely brave ...... of the whole chorus of Kindergarten 2"

"Next, please enjoy, the lonely brave ...... of the whole chorus of Kindergarten 3"

Then that day, Zhu Zhangui listened to the lonely brave dozens of times.

"I hope it's not what I thought it would!"

Thinking of that terrifying picture, Zhu Zhangui couldn't help but mutter.

It's a pity that it backfired, and today's song he made up by himself has to make him tired of listening to it.

Sure enough, when the performance of the second class of the first grade ended, the driver appeared on the stage a little unnaturally, and announced that the third class of the first grade would still be Shenzhou Red.

The parents, who were originally interested, also stiffened their expressions.

However, in order not to disappoint the children, they still gave a warm response and applause.

Then the fourth, fifth, and sixth times......

There are a total of 9 classes in the first grade, and all of them are sung in Shenzhou Red.

The parents who said that the song was very good at the beginning are now silent, just clapping their palms blankly and giving warm applause to the children who sing.

Fortunately, the children were singing nervously and did not notice the stiff expressions of their parents, otherwise their young hearts would have been hit strongly.

"My mother-in-law, I'm finally done singing..."

When the students of the last class of the first grade walked off the stage, the parents in the audience secretly wiped their sweat.

The school teachers didn't react, they listened to this song every day, they already had resistance in their hearts, and their ears were already calloused, when this song sounded, they would habitually turn off their hearing, and then wander out of the world to think about their own things, and they would not be disturbed at all.

When the first-grade children happily walked off the stage, the master of ceremonies strode up and said to the parents with a relaxed expression:

"Thank you to the Year 1 children for their wonderful singing, followed by the Year 2 children."

"Next, please welcome the representatives of the first class of the second grade with warm applause, and bring us wonderful singing, loyal to the country!"

"Oh good~"

As soon as they heard it and sang it again, the parents, whose hearts suddenly lifted, were relieved to hear that it was a new tune.

It's not Shenzhou Red, they're already about to vomit.

Now in their heads, it is all the tune of the rising red sun in Shenzhou.

Soon a dozen slightly older children walked up to the stage, lined up in a neat line, and sang loudly under the performance of the musicians.

"Ahh

First the overall high notes, and finally the children followed the bloody drumbeat, blushing and singing loudly.

"The wolf smoke rises, the rivers and mountains look north, the dragon flag rolls, the horse neighses, and the sword qi is like frost ........."

A passionate and enthusiastic song of serving the country with great enthusiasm and enthusiasm came into the ears of everyone, listening to everyone's blood and blood.

Especially those parents who came from the military, they have a deeper feeling for this song.

When the children sang about how many brothers and sisters were buried in their homeland, many people remembered that their comrades-in-arms and brothers who died in the battlefield of different races couldn't help but have slightly red eyes.

Those parents who have no experience in the army, under the guidance of the song, also remembered the older generation, and talked about the dark history of the Central Plains occupied by the Northern Yuan, and they couldn't help but sigh in their hearts, and sang in a low voice along with the tune.

"I am willing to defend the territory and reopen the territory, and the dignified Ming wants to let the Quartet come to congratulate~!"

After singing the song, the scene was silent.

Parents with military experience are still reminiscing about their war careers.

Parents who have no experience in this area are thinking about the spectacular scene when Zheng He came back a few years ago.

There was no response below, which made the enthusiastic children who sang more or less disappointed and sad in their hearts.

They were wondering, is it because they don't sing well, otherwise why didn't the parents below applaud?

"Bang Bang..."

Zhu Zhangui, the first to come out of the song, saw that the children on the stage were a little disappointed, and quickly got up and gave warm applause.

Other parents also reacted and stood up and cheered loudly.

After receiving such a fierce response, the children, who were originally a little disappointed in their hearts, suddenly became excited again, and under the leadership of the team leader, they thanked the audience.

received the greatest applause since the beginning of the ceremony, and the children raised their heads one by one, like a little rooster who went out to fight and win, and walked off the stage with their heads held high.

"Hahaha..."

Seeing the proud little appearance of the children, there was a kind laugh in the parents' viewing area.

"Parents, how are these children singing?"

"Okay, that's great!"

The master of ceremonies walked on the stage with a smile and had a simple interaction with the parents in the audience.

The reason why he is so happy is because the next show is finally not singing, but a large-scale performance program.

When he came up, the child had not yet finished dressing, and he still needed to buy the children some time.

After a few simple interactions, and then receiving the gesture from the gentleman under the stage, the master of ceremonies looked at the audience and pretended to be excited.

"Next up were some of the students from the first and second classes of the second grade, who had jointly prepared a big show. It is said that for this program, they prepared for a month, vowing to show the best state and the most perfect cooperation to those seniors who are about to graduate. ”

"Okay, don't talk too much, let's invite the children of the first class and the second class of the second grade to bring you a large-scale performance program, 8,000 iron cavalry to break the enemy army."

The master of ceremonies shouted, turned around and walked off the stage, and at the same time, 9 little boys rode bamboo horses under their crotches, brandished wooden knives and swords, and rushed to the stage from him with shouts in their mouths.

The leader was a handsome little boy in small armor, holding a wooden sword in his hand, and he made a beautiful statue on the stage.

At the same time, he said aloud.

"I went out of the camp and served the emperor's order, and I ran thousands of miles to break the enemy camp, and the eight thousand sons and daughters obeyed their hearts, and they swore not to return if they did not break the enemy army!"

"Good!"

A simple opening ushered in the loud applause of everyone.

The parents in the audience have already roughly seen that this 8,000 iron cavalry broke through the enemy camp, and the performance should be the story of the emperor grandson leading 8,000 Daming Erlang to break through the Mahamu herdsman's camp, or attack the Mahamu military camp.

After the opening speech of the first child, the eight children standing behind him stepped forward to measure them one by one.

The first little guy with a tiger head and a tiger brain, the big wooden knife in his hand lit up and said loudly.

"I'm a thousand!"

What does it mean that the crowd in the audience did not react?

Then the first little boy stepped forward and said, "I'm a thousand too!" ”

The people in the audience seemed to understand a little.

Then, as they had expected, the third little fellow stepped forward and twisted his waist.

"I'm still a thousand!"

"Hahaha..."

There was a burst of laughter from the audience, and now they understood that these eight little guys were 8,000 iron riders.

Sure enough, as they guessed, with the introduction of the eight little guys, the unified one appeared.

"We are 8000 Iron Riders!"

"Hahaha..."

A burst of laughter suddenly rang out, and a few parents with low laughter leaned back and fell in laughter, and it was better to applaud loudly.

The parents of eight children were both happy and embarrassed.

I am happy that my son is not stage frightened, and the embarrassing thing is that this stinky boy is really thick-skinned.

As the eight little guys finished their appearance, the handsome little boy in the lead waved the weapon in his hand.

"In the early morning, the fog is vast, and before the enemy's close combat, the eight thousand sons dare to step forward!"

The eight little boys took a step forward with a bamboo horse, and said loudly with their little faces tightened.

"Carrying eternal hatred, longing to drink the blood of the enemy, even if there is no king's life, we will be brave and brave!"

"Good!"

There was applause below, and Zhu Zhangui also gave warm applause.

Although this small show is still a little immature in the eyes of adults, the lines are also a little out of tune. But for the children, it is not easy, and this kind of performance can allow them to substitute their roles, so that they have a deeper sense of honor and belonging to the imperial court in their hearts.

"Sons, set out with me and swear to break the enemy camp today!"

With a few simple words, the eight thousand iron horsemen came off the field from the other side under the leadership of the handsome little boy and began to go through the motions.

Everyone understands that the next thing is for the enemy.

"Bell bell ..."

With the sound of a small gong, more than a dozen little guys holding small flags of Warat, wearing Warat costumes, led by a little chubby dun, carried the audience to the stage.

Everyone understands that this is the Warat.

Looking at the little Warat people who came out, Zhu Zhangui looked at the little fat dun who was the leader, how familiar he looked.

It seems to be very similar to the shape of his own cub.

"Wow, ......"

A little playful shouting sounded, and more than a dozen little guys turned around in unison.

Zhu Zhangui looked at it, good guy, the leader was really his own son.

Looking at the little guy who was wearing a Warat costume and had an excited face, Zhu Zhangui suddenly felt a little itchy and his expression was a little stiff.

The veteran of Zhu Zhangui, who had been paying attention, saw Zhu Zhangui's face change from happy to unnatural, and his heart was abrupt.

He looked at the little chubby dun on the stage, who was somewhat similar to His Highness, and seemed to understand something.

Good guys, there's a lot of fun to watch now.

His Royal Highness, the son of the emperor's grandson, actually played the role of the Warat.

has followed the veterans of Zhu Zhangui, but they all know very well that His Royal Highness, the grandson of his family, is very disgusted with the grassland people.

Now that the son of His Royal Highness Taisun has actually played the role of a Warat person, are the people in the school brain-pumping, isn't this just trying to be beaten?

"Your Highness, this is just an opera performance, don't think too much about it!"

Looking at the little highness who was performing excitedly on stage, the veteran felt that he should plead for this little fat dun to intercede.

Otherwise, with His Royal Highness's dark face, this little Highness will definitely be beaten up when he goes back.

Zhu Zhangui nodded with an unnatural expression.

Of course, he knew that this was just a performance, but looking at his son's dress, he felt a little awkward.

This unconsciously reminded him of Li Chengqian, the prince of the Tang Dynasty.

The prince likes to role-play, often playing the Turkic set, and then playing too much.

I hope this kid doesn't go too deep, otherwise Lao Tzu will only be able to beat you to your senses.

Staring at the little guy who was excited about the performance, Zhu Zhangui muttered softly in his mouth.

"I am the son of Mahamu, and I have nothing to do tonight, and I can't sleep, so I come out to do nothing..."

Little Chubby didn't see his father's expression, holding a wooden mace in his hand, and excitedly saying his lines.

"Hahaha..."

The chubby dun is cute and cute, coupled with this out-of-tune line, which makes the parents laugh for a while.

The lyrics of the Ming army in front were very heroic, but when they came to the side of the Warat people, the lyrics were simply the same as those in the streets.

After finishing the lines, the little chubby dun brought more than a dozen friends behind him, followed the musician's performance, and danced funny dances as he walked.

The chubby little body, accompanied by the rhythmic drum beat, the little ass kept twisting around.

Coupled with the funny expressions on the faces of these little guys, the audience laughed non-stop.

Even the gentlemen who maintained the majesty of the division commander on the viewing platform couldn't help but laugh, and almost laughed several times.

Song Saijiu shook his head even more, and couldn't help but sigh at the joy of his childhood.

"Sigh..."

While the little ones were jumping happily, there was a sudden neighing of war horses behind the stage, followed by a killing cry from the back of the stage.

The little fat man, who was bouncing around with a dozen friends, sat on the ground as if he was frightened all of a sudden.

At this moment, a new little Warat man came to the stage and said in a panic to the little fat dun:

"Your Royal Highness the Great Prince, our camp was attacked by a sneak attack, and there were many, many Ming soldiers ......"

This kind of half-singing, half-talking, with a slightly panicked line, once again made a burst of laughter under the stage.

When the little chubby dun heard the report, he stood up from the ground and circled nervously, while not forgetting to sing.

"When the enemy comes, I'm panicking, where is my father, my bones are trembling and my legs are weak, I want to go to the thatched house at this moment!"

"Hahaha..."

There was another burst of laughter.

They can see that this performance is based on the timidity and weakness of the Warat people to set off the glorious image of the Ming army.

The lyrics of the villains are all funny and vulgar, and they seem to have no brains and no culture. The Ming army is a variety of tall and noble images, daring to sacrifice for the country and the people.

And this little chubby dun also performed very well, the kind of cowardice and fear, but couldn't back down, made everyone laugh.

"When the enemy came, I wanted to escape, my wife and children at home stumbled, and I had the heart to leave and flee alone, but my heart was unbearable!"

The little chubby dun was entangled for a long time, wiped his face, and sang a lament.

"That's it, that's it..."

Little Fat Dun shook his head and sighed, picked up his mace, and sang loudly.

"The killing shouts in the camp are sky-high, I can't bear to run alone, so I will give up my life today and feed Artemisia annua with a hundred catties of flesh and blood!"

"Sons!"

"Yes..."

"Kill the enemy..."

"Winter, winter, winter..."

A gong and drum sounded, and nine children playing the role of the Ming army rode wooden horses from under the stage to greet them.

The handsome little guy at the front, waving the weapon in his hand and pointing at the little chubby dun.

"Who is the enemy general, I am the grandson of the Ming Emperor, and my subordinates will not kill unknown people!"

Zhu Zhangui was speechless.

Good guys, this is a fight.

"I am happy when I hear the name of the enemy, I can break the enemy by cutting this person, the root thorn of the wolf's teeth in my hand, and I will kill the enemy and protect my wife by riding a horse!"

Xiao Fat Dun didn't report his name, but laughed, sang a word, and rushed up with the little bamboo horse under his crotch.

The two sides fought together in an instant.

And it's not a game of comparison, it's a real fight.

These little guys are not the primary school students who were spoiled by their grandparents, fathers and mothers in later generations.

These little guys have all learned the art of battlefield fighting, although this is just a stage performance, but the fight is all real kung fu.

The collision of wooden knives and swords, the sound of ping-pong, coupled with the immature killing shouts and shouts of the little guy, completely deduced the appearance of a small battlefield.

Of course, although it was a real fight, these little guys also understood that this was a performance, so they all put some effort into it.

And the little guys who played the side of Warat fought with each other for a while, and then showed their flaws and let the other party kill.

After all, this drama Mingjun is decent, and decency will live to the end, as for the villain, it doesn't matter.

"Ahhh

Screams continued to sound on the stage, and the little guys who played the little soldiers of Wara were constantly being cut to the ground by the little guys who played the Ming army.

In the end, the handsome little guy and Zhu Zhangui's little chubby dun were left on the entire stage.

The two parties are fighting back and forth, and the collision of maces and wooden knives makes the sound of ping-pong.

Although Zhu Qirui was fed a little chubby by his grandparents, this little guy is very flexible.

Totally a nimble little fat man.

Jumping, rolling, and even backflips and frontflips are neater than those skinny kids.

"Good!"

Although Xiao Fat Dun played the villain, his flexible movements and fierce moves were applauded loudly by the audience under the stage.

The audience watched it lively, but the handsome little guy who played Zhu Zhangui was a little anxious.

That's not right, didn't you say that you would fall down with a few random moves, why did you still play it, I will not be able to bear it soon.

The handsome little guy had a cold sweat on his forehead, and when the two of them staggered by, he quickly reminded him.

"Brother Rui, you can die!"

The little chubby dun who was playing was hilarious, heard the reminder of the handsome little guy, and reacted immediately.

I was playing hi just now, and I forgot that I was a villain, and I was going to die soon.

By the way, how should I die?

Zhu Qirui, the little fat dun, forgot for a while, and the death method explained by Mr.

But it doesn't matter.

How to die is not to die.

The two rushed to each other screaming again, and when the mace and the wooden knife intersected, the little fat dun pretended to be unsteady in his hand, and the mace flew out at once.

The handsome little guy instantly understood, and the knife in his hand swiped the neck of the little chubby dun.

"Winter, Winter, Winter...... Winter! ”

The fierce battle drums rang out fiercely, and the stage was instantly frozen.

The little chubby dun covered his neck unwillingly and desperately, looking at the bottom of the stage, the handsome little guy was holding a knife in his hand, and he also made a handsome action of crackling and chopping.

Everyone stared at the stage, waiting for the end.

"Plop!"

As a villain, Zhu Qirui naturally understands that it is necessary to set off the strength of decency.

He staggered a few steps around his neck, his little eyes wide, and he fell heavily on a little guy who was playing a corpse.

"Wow, you're killing me!"

Xiao Chubbydun's not light weight is not something that ordinary people can bear.

Because the fight lasted too long, Zhu Qirui forgot where he should die, and took a few steps back and retreated a little big, and smashed directly on his partner's body.

"Hahaha..."

The sudden accident made the viewers very happy, clapping their hands and laughing, and kept shouting hello.

They all knew in their hearts that it should be an accident, but it didn't matter, they were happy to watch.

The handsome little guy who was still posing and was about to say the closing words pulled the corners of his mouth fiercely.

Well, it can't be done.

Obviously he is decent, why is the attention of the audience attracted by the villain.

My own closing words, in the end, do you want to say it.

looked at the audience below, and kept their eyes on the little fat dun who was rubbing Xiaobing's belly.

The handsome little guy sighed in his heart, and hurriedly said the closing words, ending this unexpected performance.

Although there were many accidents in this performance, it brought a lot of joy to everyone in the audience.

Everyone applauded and applauded, giving these little ones the greatest support and encouragement.

Will the little ones be said by Mr., the audience in the audience didn't care, with this good show, everyone was looking forward to the performance below.

It's a pity that the little ones below did not bring the better show they imagined, but started the big cycle again.

"Next, please enjoy, the chorus brought by the third class of the second grade, loyal to the country!"

"Next, please enjoy, the chorus brought by the first class of the third grade, loyal to the country!"

"Next, please enjoy, the chorus brought by the sixth class of the third grade, Shenzhou Red!"

The parents' expressions were stiff and they clapped mechanically.

In today's performance, in addition to the initial review, they seem to have watched three programs.

One is Shenzhou Hong, the other is loyal to the country, and then the only thing that brings them happiness and brightness is the eight thousand iron cavalry to break through the enemy camp.

The performance gradually came to an end, and finally the graduation ceremony ended with all the teachers and students standing up and singing Daming.

"The Mingzi military flag flutters in the wind, and the victory song is so loud,......"

"Your Highness, your subordinates won't bother you, and you will retire first!"

At the end of the ceremony, the school gave the students three days off.

Parents walked to each class and began to lead their children back.

The veteran received the child first, and when he saw that Zhu Zhangui was still waiting in the first class of the second grade, he came over and whispered hello.

Zhu Zhangui smiled and nodded, looked at the little guy who was following the veteran, reached out and took out a handful of candy from his arms, and stuffed it into the little guy.

"This..."

The veteran was a little flattered, and subconsciously wanted to salute and thank him.

Zhu Zhangui grabbed the other party, patted him on the shoulder and smiled.

"Okay, go back, I'll see you later."

"Your Highness!"

The veteran glanced around, thanked him, and then kicked the son who was holding Tangle and let him salute before leaving with the little one.

Zhu Qirui's class was the latest to get out of school.

There is no way, who let them cause such a big accident just now, Mr. must say a few words, and the main object of criticism is Zhu Qirui, who caused the accident.

But this little chubby dun is also thick-skinned, no matter what Mr. says, he pretends not to hear, and from time to time he takes advantage of Mr. not paying attention, squeezing his eyebrows at his good friends in the audience.

In this way, Zhu Zhangui, who was watching outside the door, had an itchy hand.

After the teacher finished the lesson and assigned three days of homework, the children ran out of the classroom.

"Daddy! How did I act! ”

Zhu Zhangui took his son's hand and walked back to the palace on the lively street.

Zhu Qirui, who was holding a string of sugar gourds in his hand, was looking forward to his father's evaluation of his performance while gnawing.

Looking down at the little guy who was chewing candy at the corners of his mouth, Zhu Zhangui took out a square towel and wiped his mouth.

"It's a good act, but don't act next time!"

Zhu Qirui was a little puzzled, since he acted very well, why did he not let himself act next time?

"Dad, didn't I act very well, why can't I act next time!"

Zhu Zhangui took his son's hand and walked forward, thinking about today's performance.

"Because I see you have itchy hands in those clothes!"

Zhu Qirui was even more puzzled.

"Dad, why do you have itchy hands!"

Zhu Zhangui glanced down at the little chubby dun.

"I want to beat you up because of you!"

Zhu Qirui glared.

"Why beat me!"

Zhu Zhangui: "Before asking why, I want to ask you, why don't you play me?" ”

Zhu Qirui didn't think of replying.

"Because I don't fit your tall and heroic image, Sir thinks it's more suitable for me to play the Warat!"

"At that time, I felt that what Mr. said was wrong, I am obviously your son, why does it not match your image!"

Zhu Zhangui was stunned for a moment, and said with some uncertainty.

"Maybe your husband thinks I should be very handsome, so he found someone with a better image."

Zhu Qirui furrowed his little eyebrows.

"But you're not good-looking!"

The corners of Zhu Zhangui's mouth twitched.

He really wants to tell his little cub that with his status and status money, even if you look uglier than a pig, there will be countless people who praise you as a peerless handsome guy.

Money and status will infinitely increase people's appearance.

For example, a certain Satoshi, is his appearance really handsome?

Obviously not, and very ordinary.

If there is no blessing of identity in the pile, it is easy to be ignored, and even walk by head-on, and after a while, you may not necessarily remember the existence of this person.

But with money and status, people have become peerless handsome guys, the kind that countless beauties can't forget at a glance.

As for these beauties, it is unknown whether they can't forget their appearance or money.

"Little cub, your father and I are handsome not in appearance, but in connotation!"

"Oh!"

Zhu Qirui nodded as if he didn't understand, then glanced at Zhu Zhangui and muttered in a low voice.

"What's the use of connotation, the face is still not good-looking, I really don't know how my mother is so good-looking, how she fell in love with you."

Zhu Zhangui: "......"

ps: Lazy to score a chapter 2-in-1.