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Luo Jiujiang casually pulled out a hair tie from the storage bag to tie his wet hair, he bit the end of the hair tie between his teeth and asked indistinctly: "Are you going to the class in tomorrow's ethnology?" .”
"Naturally." Han Qianling said with a smile, "I've heard of the technique of sound killing once every ten years."
With the talents of Luo Jiujiang and Han Qianling, those enlightenment courses in ethnology have been useless since they were eight years old.
But tomorrow's class will be very different: there is a guest official named Luo Cang in the Luo family, who is quite related to the Luo family. Strictly speaking, Luo Jiujiang can still call him fourth uncle. This person has deep cultivation and high status, and he would not show up unless he is involved in the extermination of the genocide. He will only appear once every ten years, and he will teach a few classes called "Sound Killing" in the ethnology.
If he hadn't stated in advance that he only taught teenagers with excellent aptitude, I'm afraid that some half-child parents would be ashamed and run into the ethnology mixed class.
"Still going to meditate in our courtyard today?" Luo Jiujiang tied up his hair, and put his arm on Han Qianling's shoulders skillfully, "The smokey girl from my central kitchen made deep snowflake cake, you are lucky .”
"Next time." Han Qianling sighed, and pressed Luo Jiujiang's hand instead. After he raised his arm, the sleeve slid down a section, revealing a string of prayer beads wrapped around his wrist, "I'm going back to serve my mother today."
Hearing the word "mother", Luo Jiujiang's originally cheerful and cheerful expression couldn't help tightening, and his brows were slightly frowned: "Auntie, I'll be with you"
Knowing what he was worried about, Han Qianling patted the back of his hand twice: "No need. Don't worry, I'll still be back tonight—you prepared a delicacy like deep ice cream for me. I How dare you not take it carefully."
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It was really embarrassing to mention Han Qianling's life experience.
His mother was originally a girl from the Chen family on the Tortoiseshell Island. She left the island more than ten years ago and there was no news. When she returned to the Tortoiseshell Island alone, she was not only pregnant, but also insane, swearing all day long. More than that, his personality is extremely vicious.
No one can ask the identity of Han Qianling's father from Han Qianling's mother. As a child whose father is unknown, the name "Han Qianling" was chosen by himself when he was a child.
Since childhood, many people have ridiculed and discussed his identity in front of and behind his back, such as having children out of wedlock, illegitimate children, and even adulterous children.
At the beginning, Luo Jiujiang sneaked into the sacks of many bad-mouthed boys because of this incident. He once caught a group of teenagers with extremely dirty speech, forced them to take off their clothes on the spot, tied them into a string with rope, and threw their naked buttocks everywhere. Shallow sea to go.
Later I heard that the group of teenagers went home with kelp on their bodies to cover their private parts.
As for those girls who commented on Han Qianling's life experience, although Luo Jiujiang would not do anything to them, once he knew about it, he would not lie.
Of course, Han Qianling couldn't be unaware of what his friend did. He always laughed off these rumors, but he still appreciated Luo Jiujiang's protection.
As his talent and cultivation became more outstanding, speculations about his father's identity became more and more diverse. But while everyone was still guessing, Han Qianling already knew his own life experience in a very wonderful way.
The meat porridge in the pot gradually gave off an attractive aroma. Han Qianling carefully filled a bowl, squeezed an ice formula to adjust the temperature to just enough to drink, and thoughtfully brought it to Chen's bed.
"It's time to eat."
He uses the best Kirin Lingmi to cook the porridge, which is not only full of spiritual energy, delicious and smooth, has the effect of strengthening the body and beautifying the face, but also can be used as a bigu pill. One meal can guarantee five days without food.
Not only is the food precious, but everything in Chen's bedroom, such as the emerald pillow that is used to calm the mind and sleep, the red velvet quilt that is warm in winter and cool in summer and calms emotions, and the side of the pillow, which is a low-grade magic weapon, is enough to soothe the mind and nourish the spirit. The palace flower fan, the listening cicada box containing thousands of pieces of music by famous mastersall of them are exquisite and expensive.
Han Qianling dressed plainly on weekdays, and his daily life was even simpler. As a young genius, the Luo family tried to win him over more, and treated him better than ordinary children in the clan, not to mention the monthly salary and etiquette.
Many people have doubts about one thing: the usual preferential treatment does not seem to make Han Qianling's life more comfortable, where did his money go? Could it be that he was born poor and stingy by nature, and he was not willing to spend more on himself with a single Lingzhu?
If people who think this way come to see the Chen family's wing, all doubts will be easily solved: such a life of cooking gold and jade is difficult for even ordinary family members to maintain.
Chen's eyes were dull and numb, and he kept murmuringbsp; ————————
The two of them arrived at the school early the next day. Others in the room took a second look at Han Qianling, and then turned their eyes away without any objection—although her mother was a girl from the Chen family, Han Qianling did not belong to Chen Qianling. Shi.
Don't mention that he was not included in the Chen family tree in his early years, and he took the surname Han, but he lived in Luo Jiujiang for more than 20 days a month, and he usually took the monthly salary of the Luo family. Many years ago, he even represented the Luo family in the competition, and many other performances have made people understand that the difference between Han Qianling and the Luo family is actually only one name on the genealogy.
As for the fact that Han Qianling came to "catch the class" this time, of course Luo Jiujiang had already greeted his father, who was also the patriarch of the Luo clan.
It was still far away from class time, and Luo Jiujiang was sitting by the window again. He smiled at Han Qianling, quietly opened the window a slit, and whistled softly at a seven-pointed bird parked on a branch not far away.
When the bird heard Luo Jiujiang's whistle, it was startled, its head turned left and right, and finally fixed on the window slit. Just as it flapped its wings and flew towards here, a hand passed over Luo Jiujiang's shoulder, and firmly closed the window.
"Qianling?"
"Be nice to the birds." Han Qianling sighed. He remembered an old thing that Luo Jiujiang did back then.
Luo Jiujiang obviously thought of a joint with Han Qianling. Just when he raised his eyebrows and was about to say something, a middle-aged man turned his wheelchair and slowly entered the school over the threshold.
The moment he saw the middle-aged man, the whole school fell silent.
The middle-aged man turned the wheelchair, inspected the students below with indifferent eyes, and finally stopped on Han Qianling.
The man opened his mouth, and coldly said his first sentence since he came here: "He has a different surname, can he also attend my class?"
As soon as these words came out, Luo Jiujiang's face changed instantly.
On the entire Hawksbill Island, there are very few people who don't know about Han Qianling's life experience. Earlier, wild species and other titles were called Huan. What this middle-aged man is saying now is not just about inviting Han Qianling out. The words "his surname is of a different race" sounded very clean. But if it is actually translated, it is actually an elegant version of "other people's little bastard".
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