Extra chapter for the day by our editor Id1nim
“Quick, sports committee member, send Wei Ying to the school infirmary!”
Ma Yongmei thought that it must be very painful. What kind of pain would the child have, that she even bit her partner’s arm?
Song Yuqing, a sports commissioner, was a sturdy boy of about one meter and eighty centimeters. He was always enthusiastic in class. With his sturdy physique, he had the responsibility to go to the infirmary for any illness in the class.
During the dictation, the whole class turned around to see.
Realizing that she did something wrong, Wei Ying spit out his hand immediately, for fear of appearing out of place. Pretending that she was a normal person, she sat upright in her place.
Tang Yu retracted his arm, glanced at the almost blood-stained red mark on his arm. For fear of being seen, he quickly covered it. He took a breath, acting as Wei Ying’s microphone, and told Ma Yongmei, “Teacher, Wei Ying doesn’t feel the pain anymore.”
Ma Yongmei frowned and asked, “Are you all right?”
Wei Ying pursed her lips slightly and shook her head, indicating that she was fine.
Ma Yongmei was relieved, picked the English book on the desk and told the restless classroom to be quiet, “Continue dictation. Wei Ying, if you are uncomfortable, lie down on the desk for a while. Tang Yu use the time between classes to dictate to Wei Ying.”
Tang Yu nodded.
Wei Ying was pardoned like a prisoner whose sentence was not done. She immediately folded her hands on the desk, placed her face into her arms, and slept to avoid dictation.
When she closed her eyes a lot of sounds appeared in her ears, making her brain hurt. She opened her eyes and looked at the class again, and found that the classmates were all dictating seriously, and no one spoke.
She closed her eyes again and listened carefully.
Among them was Qin Mei’s voice:
—Wei Ying is really not ill. She won’t be coming to the class if she was sick.
Wang Jing:
—The ouija spirit is terrible. Even if Wei Ying isn’t sick, she should be kicked out of class 12. Dad promised to help me forward a post about her pushing Wei Rui on Weibo. She’s finished!
Wen Xiaolan:
—Dead fat people should be getting neurotic.
Wei Ying listened carefully for a while before she tried to understand when she heard a voice.
She captured the inner thoughts of Wei Rui.
Wei Rui really hoped that she was ill, and it was best if she would die. If she died, her father’s property would be inherited by her brother and her. If Wei Ying didn’t die, it would be very difficult for them to take over.
After all, she and her brother were not born to their current father. Even if Wei Daoming treated them like his own, after all, blood was still dominant.
Wei Rui was only 16 years old this year. At a young age, she had thought of her death, this made Wei Ying, a “ghost”, shudder.
Were the ghosts more terrible? No, ghosts were simpler than humans.
This woman was like her mother. The bones of such a person were so rotten that they were bitter when chewed.
Wei Ying listened carefully to the voices of other students. The thoughts of young girls were always strange and inexplicable.
One of them liked someone, but was rejected by the other party.
Another one borrowed five dollars from the same deskmate, and wondered how to ask for money elegantly, without appearing to be digging money.
Soon after, she had a quarrel with a good friend because she was eating sweet and sour pork ribs or sweet and sour fish. She was wondering if she would ask her to go to the toilet with her after class.
Another example was the fat man at the front table of Wei Ying. He was wondering, why did Wei Ying lose weight at a rate that was visible to the naked eye? Was it because of illness? Why not get himself sick too?
Wei Ying heard the voices of her classmates and thought that they were interesting. But she couldn’t spy on Tang Yu’s mind.
Wei Ying, “???”
In order to avoid English dictation, Wei Ying slept for half the class. After falling asleep, her body automatically absorbed the nearby haze and deadly gas. Under the school ground was originally an ancient cemetery with repressed dead bodies. Although the deadly gas was thin, it was better than nothing.
Wei Ying had a full meal in the hospital the previous night. After absorbing the thin death gas of the school, she took a nap.
Because of her weak physical strength, she woke up and couldn’t see the words on the blackboard without her glasses.
The English teacher spoke on the podium. She was bored and flipped through the word list in the English book.
She simply scanned it and found that those words that were originally forgotten in her mind were instantly exposed as if a layer of a cover was uncovered. The words became clear and solid in her mind.
Although she hadn’t been admitted to a good university in her previous life, Wei Daoming spent money to make her study abroad. After she became an international supermodel, she appeared in Fashion Week all year round, and her English was not bad.
As soon as the language barrier was opened. A girl who could not understand English now seemed to have made English her mother tongue.
She also could understand the complex reading comprehension in the book.
Extra chapter for the day by our editor Id1nim
“Quick, sports committee member, send Wei Ying to the school infirmary!”
Ma Yongmei thought that it must be very painful. What kind of pain would the child have, that she even bit her partner’s arm?
Song Yuqing, a sports commissioner, was a sturdy boy of about one meter and eighty centimeters. He was always enthusiastic in class. With his sturdy physique, he had the responsibility to go to the infirmary for any illness in the class.
During the dictation, the whole class turned around to see.
Realizing that she did something wrong, Wei Ying spit out his hand immediately, for fear of appearing out of place. Pretending that she was a normal person, she sat upright in her place.
Tang Yu retracted his arm, glanced at the almost blood-stained red mark on his arm. For fear of being seen, he quickly covered it. He took a breath, acting as Wei Ying’s microphone, and told Ma Yongmei, “Teacher, Wei Ying doesn’t feel the pain anymore.”
Ma Yongmei frowned and asked, “Are you all right?”
Wei Ying pursed her lips slightly and shook her head, indicating that she was fine.
Ma Yongmei was relieved, picked the English book on the desk and told the restless classroom to be quiet, “Continue dictation. Wei Ying, if you are uncomfortable, lie down on the desk for a while. Tang Yu use the time between classes to dictate to Wei Ying.”
Tang Yu nodded.
Wei Ying was pardoned like a prisoner whose sentence was not done. She immediately folded her hands on the desk, placed her face into her arms, and slept to avoid dictation.
When she closed her eyes a lot of sounds appeared in her ears, making her brain hurt. She opened her eyes and looked at the class again, and found that the classmates were all dictating seriously, and no one spoke.
She closed her eyes again and listened carefully.
Among them was Qin Mei’s voice:
—Wei Ying is really not ill. She won’t be coming to the class if she was sick.
Wang Jing:
—The ouija spirit is terrible. Even if Wei Ying isn’t sick, she should be kicked out of class 12. Dad promised to help me forward a post about her pushing Wei Rui on Weibo. She’s finished!
Wen Xiaolan:
—Dead fat people should be getting neurotic.
Wei Ying listened carefully for a while before she tried to understand when she heard a voice.
She captured the inner thoughts of Wei Rui.
Wei Rui really hoped that she was ill, and it was best if she would die. If she died, her father’s property would be inherited by her brother and her. If Wei Ying didn’t die, it would be very difficult for them to take over.
After all, she and her brother were not born to their current father. Even if Wei Daoming treated them like his own, after all, blood was still dominant.
Wei Rui was only 16 years old this year. At a young age, she had thought of her death, this made Wei Ying, a “ghost”, shudder.
Were the ghosts more terrible? No, ghosts were simpler than humans.
This woman was like her mother. The bones of such a person were so rotten that they were bitter when chewed.
Wei Ying listened carefully to the voices of other students. The thoughts of young girls were always strange and inexplicable.
One of them liked someone, but was rejected by the other party.
Another one borrowed five dollars from the same deskmate, and wondered how to ask for money elegantly, without appearing to be digging money.
Soon after, she had a quarrel with a good friend because she was eating sweet and sour pork ribs or sweet and sour fish. She was wondering if she would ask her to go to the toilet with her after class.
Another example was the fat man at the front table of Wei Ying. He was wondering, why did Wei Ying lose weight at a rate that was visible to the naked eye? Was it because of illness? Why not get himself sick too?
Wei Ying heard the voices of her classmates and thought that they were interesting. But she couldn’t spy on Tang Yu’s mind.
Wei Ying, “???”
In order to avoid English dictation, Wei Ying slept for half the class. After falling asleep, her body automatically absorbed the nearby haze and deadly gas. Under the school ground was originally an ancient cemetery with repressed dead bodies. Although the deadly gas was thin, it was better than nothing.
Wei Ying had a full meal in the hospital the previous night. After absorbing the thin death gas of the school, she took a nap.
Because of her weak physical strength, she woke up and couldn’t see the words on the blackboard without her glasses.
The English teacher spoke on the podium. She was bored and flipped through the word list in the English book.
She simply scanned it and found that those words that were originally forgotten in her mind were instantly exposed as if a layer of a cover was uncovered. The words became clear and solid in her mind.
Although she hadn’t been admitted to a good university in her previous life, Wei Daoming spent money to make her study abroad. After she became an international supermodel, she appeared in Fashion Week all year round, and her English was not bad.
As soon as the language barrier was opened. A girl who could not understand English now seemed to have made English her mother tongue.
She also could understand the complex reading comprehension in the book.
