With a "ding" sound, the microwave oven stopped.
Cui Wenyan got up, took out the plate inside, filled out the meal, and ate the leftovers from last night that had just been heated.
Cui Wenyan is seventeen years old this year, and is currently a second-year high school student in the city.
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 amount of money, but the money was saved, and a special lawyer was managing it, and she would call her a living allowance on time every month.
Her parents are not mortals, but the legendary ghost hunters, and even high-level personnel of the Celestial Master Association. It was only in an operation to encircle and suppress the ghost king that he sacrificed. She received a large pension, but she didn't want the money, she just wanted her parents back.
Crying, making trouble, to no avail.
The parents who love her will never come back.
She was left with a bunch of bracelets, a bunch of ordinary bracelets, with a small bell tied on it that couldn't make a sound.
This is what she treasures most.
After habitually touching the bracelet, Cui Wenyan sighed, "Oh, hurry up to eat, you have to do your homework after eating. Some questions are completely incomprehensible, and some are clearly memorized yesterday and almost forgotten today. She has always been at the bottom of the class, and she doesn't want to, and she is desperate, but what can I do
I will be in the third year of high school next year, and I don't know if I can get into the undergraduate program with this grade.
Should I go to tutoring myself
However, it seems that tutoring has not much effect.
At that time, I could memorize those questions and fall asleep. Those questions know her, she doesn't know those questions anymore.
There is also English, which has a bigger head. Doing multiple-choice questions is entirely based on which one is pleasing to the eye. Composition is copy reading comprehension.
She is the legendary scumbag, she can't be scumbag anymore.
The head teacher treats her very well. Knowing that her family is complicated, she has always been concerned about her and encouraged her, but she really can't.
Scum is scum. If it is a cracked block, it can be spliced together, but how can this kind of slag be spliced
Forget it, eat first, eat. If you don't know the question, please look online to see if there is an answer. Watch it a few more times, maybe it will? Cui Wenyan comforted himself.
Before the meal was over, the doorbell rang.
"Who?" Cui Wenyan asked the video of unlocking the door, looking outside.
"Wen Yan, it's us." There were three immortal old men standing outside. Standing at the front, Cui Wenyan is a little familiar with it. This is Zhou Zhenghao, the vice president of the Celestial Master Association, who will call from time to time to take care of 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 Celestial Master Association, and the other was Wu Zhongyuan, the vice president.
Cui Wenyan opened the door and welcomed the three in.
"Hello Uncle Zhou, Uncle Ma, Uncle Wu." Cui Wenyan greeted politely, "Please come in. I'll make tea, but wait a moment, I need to boil water."
"Ah, no, 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 their parents, Ma Dong and Wu Zhongyuan have not visited the door. What will happen today
After the three of them sat down, Zhou Zhenghao showed a kind smile: "Wen Yan, are there any difficulties in life and study recently? If you have any difficulties, you must tell me in time."
(End of this chapter)