not a monster

Chapter 67 But I Don't Like It
That night, the self-study ended, and it seemed like two full years from now.

When she was a child, her parents didn't spend much time with her, and she went to learn a lot of things every day.

She didn't have any complaints about this, she would sit in the car at home after school, either going home and waiting for the teacher to come, or visiting a famous teacher.

She sat in her seat and quietly looked at her classmates between classes.

They'll talk about something and a group of people will laugh, they'll see themselves walking by and suddenly stop talking, and they'll talk about the funny show on TV they watched yesterday.

incomprehensible;

There were also a group of people after school. Jiang Nao didn't know where they were going, but she always felt that after watching them talk and laugh and walked out of the school gate, even if she chased out, no matter how much she looked for, she couldn't find them. Can listen to a group of people slapstick away.

"Well, can I walk back with my classmates after school?"

"What are you talking about, I've hired a calligraphy teacher for you. Mom and Dad are going on a business trip this month. Aunt Su will take you there. Be good."

Mom and Dad are very busy, just be good.

It's not that she likes calligraphy or the piano, but she just wants to prove that these are definitely more interesting than others.

So, repeat what you did yesterday.

It's no big deal either...

I still remember when she was in the third grade of elementary school, she made two friends.

Those were all very good, but that day she heard that the two girls had been talking ill of themselves behind their backs.

woman with facial paralysis
iceberg princess

puppy face;
And what about the stupidity of many people with money, a cold face all day long, and no manners when talking to people, don't you think she's weird?Don't know what she's thinking?The character is really withdrawn, we just pretend to play with her.

She listened calmly, then turned to leave.

not angry;
It's just that I didn't talk to those two anymore after that.

She didn't talk to her peers, the world seemed to have a high wall, she couldn't get out, so she didn't want to go out.

The driver was late that day, and she was waiting at the intersection.

The scene was a bit messy. She couldn't remember many of the pictures, but she only remembered that a young man grabbed her hand, dragged him behind, and reasoned with the group of people. She hugged herself, the backs of peers can be so generous, she just stared blankly at the chair smashing on the other side.

The man just smiled gently and asked himself if he was okay.

His hands were big and hot. Her hands were caught as if they were on fire.

The sound of the wine bottle shattering, the indignant scolding of the students, and several boys fought with seven or eight people at the boy.

She stood there blankly, the young man scratched his head, probably thinking he was frightened, took her hand and took her to the supper stall to sit.

Several boys who were fighting also sat down, as if they were boys in their class.

Her eyes just stayed on the man's face.

The other party's smile was warm.

Makes you want to get closer.

return;

She kept watching, couldn't help but watch, or secretly watched, her eyes always appeared on that person inexplicably.

I want to know, I want to be close, I want to make friends, I want to be able to talk a lot together.

Like a sticky white rabbit toffee sticking to her teeth, she just wanted to lick it down with her tongue at first, but she became obsessed with the behavior itself.

She couldn't figure out why she kept approaching each other.

It's like she wants to chase something, but she can't touch it. It's like sitting in front of the piano at first, and then she just kept the last time, she just wanted to get closer, and then a little closer.

Is that like?
She couldn't tell.

You can't be nice to others and then turn around and pretend it's nothing, it's confusing.

"I used to like you."

Jiang Nao took a long breath and made up his mind: "But I don't like it anymore. I want you to accept me as a disciple and teach me to practice. You promise me that I won't hold you back for looking at me."

After she finished speaking, her heart pounded like thunder, as if her whole body had lost strength.

On a summer night, the girl told a lie that only she herself knew.

She wanted to stop that meaningless mechanical chase first, she wanted to see the world he saw first.

Feng Wuli stopped the car, Jiang panicked, only to find out that the school had arrived.

He looked left and right, and saw that no one was looking at this side: "Don't say in public that we don't practice cultivation. When people hear it, they think we are insane."

The two got out of the car, the school gate was in front, and Feng Wuli motioned her to follow, planning to send her in and then turn back.

Jiang Nao regained some strength: "Then do you agree?"

Feng Wuli was silent for a while: "You are a related person now. Logically, you have a bit of a skill in your body. At least your safety must be guaranteed, but if you are a teacher..."

"I asked Sister Wang, she said that the world of practitioners is a very strict relationship between teachers and sects. The Tao is not sold cheaply, and the Fa is not lightly passed on. I can't learn your skills from you. If you are in trouble in the future, you also need to take a layer of responsibility and clean up the door, you think I will not be able to report the cost of my studies in the future, so you don't want to take this responsibility?" She looked at Feng unreasonably.

Feng Wuli smiled and knew that what the other party said was reasonable.

In fact, in the world of practitioners, many are clans, and the sects are in the same line, and there are few practitioners who come out of the wild.

Wang Xilou may be considered a wild way, but he has lived for 800 years, and this inheritance is a living sign. How many years have you boasted about yourself? When Wang Xilou said something that I hadn’t heard before, you don’t know how to refute it. , probably feel really unlucky.

People themselves are the ancestors of the martial art, and the little zombies are amazing.

"I have to discuss with Wang Xilou about accepting an apprentice..."

"I told Sister Wang, she said you have the final say!"

"I haven't received a disciple yet..."

"Everything has a first time!"

This unreasonable thing is really a bit of a headache.

Looking at the girl's expectant and nervous eyes, she pursed her lips, her hands were trembling, she opened and closed her mouth, quietly waiting for his judgment, her eyelashes trembling.

At night, the school entrance is quiet, and the frogs in the pond are screaming. This is the school frog. It is croaking. The lights dimmed away, leaving only the light of the security booth in the distance and the sound of the TV being turned on by the bald doorman.

It's like watching an anti-Japanese drama.

Overheard your fucking Italian guns.

Boom boom boom! !

Summer is quiet.

The wind smiled helplessly.

"The first month of the test period, if you don't pass the test, you will be expelled from the teacher's door."

"what!"

Jiang Nao's eyes lit up, and a new strength used her limbs and limbs. She wanted to rush up to hug him, but she felt too out of place, and stomped her feet in place. Because she couldn't express her excitement, she gave Feng Wuli a punch. , hit him on the shoulder.

"On the first day, I attacked the master, bullying the master and destroying the ancestors." Feng laughed unreasonably.

The little girl was overjoyed, took a step back and clasped her fists, and said with a puffed face, "Meet Master!"

There are others, like those elementary school children in private schools.

"You don't need to call Master, it's just the same as usual."

"This can't be done, we have to play by the rules."

"Our master's rule is that we don't need to call Master."

Jiang Nao looked bewildered, and then listened to the wind and said unreasonably: "Do you think I have called Master Wang Xilou?"

"Okay, it seems not."

"Our master's rules are like this, you don't need to call Master." Feng Wuli's face was not red or heartbeat.

"Is that so?"

"Go back, I won't send it."

Jiang Nao entered the school gate and looked back frequently, watching the boy leave, sitting on the battery and looking over here, she smiled and waved.

Feng Wuli also beckoned to her.

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(End of this chapter)