Chapter 2

As soon as the door opened, Zheng's mother stared at her daughter's familiar face, and froze there on the spot, her mouth slightly opened: "Meijia...you seem to be more beautiful today?!"

Where is just to be pretty.

It's so exquisite and transparent, it doesn't look like a real person.

The face is still the same, but I just feel that something has changed.

Zheng Meijia's looks follow her mother's. Zheng's mother was a pure beauty when she was young, and Zheng Meijia is also good-looking, especially bookish.But now, it seems to be tainted with immortality again, like misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River.

"Maybe it's because of the regular schedule recently. Mom, didn't you say breakfast?" Zheng Meijia said with a sneer.

She naturally knew what she looked like now, and she was taken aback when she looked in the mirror just now.But fortunately, it's still her own face, otherwise she really doesn't know how to explain it to her parents.

I haven't heard that triggering talent skills will make it look better.

"Well, I cooked the preserved egg and lean meat porridge that you like." Although Zheng's mother was a little puzzled, she didn't say anything. The daughter's face didn't change much, but her temperament seemed to have become better.

After the family has breakfast, those who go to work go to work, those who go to school go to school, everything is the same as usual.

Hand in homework, read early, attend class.

As usual, it is the daily life of ordinary high school students.

The homework of the second grade of high school has also become more and more serious, especially the liberal arts top class that Zheng Meijia is in.

During the lunch break, her deskmate was staring at her phone and checking emails.

Oh, by the way, her deskmate is a photographer who loves freedom all his life, um, full of artistic temperament.Zhou Qiuyan can also be regarded as an outlier among high school students, she just played her hobby of photography to a professional level.But people are really talented, and they can't accept it.

"Qiuyan, haven't the results of the competition come out yet?" Zheng Meijia asked.

She remembered that Zhou Qiuyan had participated in some kind of photography competition before. Although she didn't know the specific name, she seemed to be very good. She heard that the competition in this competition was quite fierce.

Zhou Qiuyan chewed gum and nodded slightly: "No news yet. But don't worry too much."

Zheng Meijia tilted her head and thought for a while, and after thinking about it, she still asked: "Shall I do a fortune telling for you."

"Ahem, no need." Zhou Qiuyan raised her eyebrows slightly and put down her phone.Although her friend's hexagrams were always accurate, it seemed that because of the convenience, she was not very interested. Unless it was something very important and she couldn't find the direction, she would ask Zheng Meijia to make a divination.

This is also an unusual thing about Zheng Meijia, although she is just an ordinary one among thousands of top students.But in terms of strengths, there are indeed a few special strengths, except that the Chinese teacher always said that her writing is so sophisticated and unscientific.In an era when materialism was widely practiced, Zheng Meijia had learned Plum Blossom Numbering, Zhuge Qianjia, Luban Book and so on from Lao Wang at the entrance of the village when she was young...

That's right, it's Lao Wang at the entrance of the village.

At that time, no one knew whether Lao Wang was a real magic stick, but in the village of Grandpa Zheng Meijia's house at that time, Lao Wang was quite famous. number ah!
Zheng Meijia, who was still young and naive at that time, was accepted as a direct disciple by Lao Wang for no reason.

(End of this chapter)

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