"Sister Zhou, are you back from buying vegetables?" Han Huimin walked downstairs in a light-colored long skirt.

She was over fifty years old, but she was well maintained. Time seemed to treat her very favorably, and she did not leave too many traces on her face. In addition, she was convex and had a very good figure. She believed her in her thirty years.

"Yes, ma'am." Mrs. Zhou smiled and put down the vegetables in the basket, and said while picking them: "Guess what I encountered when I bought vegetables today?"

Han Huimin poured out a cup of hot tea, and then said softly: "Hmm?"

Mrs. Zhou smiled and said, "A little girl is only 17 or 8 years old and looks pretty. She set up a fortune teller in the park. What's more, the little girl said it was very mysterious. She actually figured out that an old man had three and a half sons."

"Three and a half sons?" Han Huimin said in confusion: "Where does this half come from?"

Mrs. Zhou smiled and said, "Yes, I really want to know, so I stood there and listened for a while. The girl said that the old man should have four sons, but one son was adopted by someone else, and only half of them were left. So it was said that it was three and a half sons. The old man's neighbors all said it was impossible. The old man had only three sons. But the old man didn't say anything for a long time, and it turned out that the little girl had calculated it accurately."

Han Huimin paused for a moment. Many people in the circle were superstitious about fortune telling, especially those who started a company. They had to find fortune tellers and Feng Shui masters for everything they did. They would spend millions of dollars to attract Feng Shui masters from Hong Kong. However, she never believed in such things. In her opinion, as long as a person does more good deeds and maintains a kind heart, his life will never be too bad. But... she didn't expect that she kept doing good deeds, but something happened to her younger son.

"Are you a liar? I'll collude and come to lie to you?" Han Huimin asked again.

"I thought so too, but the old man lives in the community below. I often encounter it when buying vegetables. This little girl has a foreign accent, not a local, and should not be a collusion. Besides, the little girl also donated all the money she received in the donation box on the side of the road."

Han Huimin still didn't believe it. She had seen people in the circle asking for Feng Shui masters, all of whom were in their forties and under 20 years old. No matter how you think about it, she felt it was impossible.

"By the way, this girl said, "I'll live for only three days first." Mrs. Zhou whispered.

"What?" Han Huimin was also shocked. Few fortune tellers would point out other people's death. "What did she say to that old man?"

"That's not, it was said to others behind your back."

Han Huimin took a sip of tea. Ordinary masters of metaphysics rarely say such things. If you really know a person's specific death date, you will not be called a master of metaphysics, but a god! This little girl is probably a newborn calf, and she is too confident about herself and doesn't care about her. If she really wants to be calculating, she will not take any reason for her.

Han Huimin came to her senses and suddenly realized that she had been thinking about this little girl. She shook her head and smiled. What's wrong today? She was just a little liar, and she also got into the role with others. For nothing! If there was such a powerful Feng Shui master in the world, she really wanted her to help ask. Seeing what God thought, Han Huimin did good deeds all her life, but she caused her mistress to encounter such a disaster.

Han Huimin shook her head, her eyes darkened.

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After Chu Ci closed the stall, he went home. Thinking of the fortune telling today, he thought that he still couldn't go out to set up a stall. The ages are different. Nowadays, people who set up stalls are all liars in their eyes. Unlike before, fortune telling is very common.

Forget it, fortune telling is not urgent! Take your time! The first thing you need to do now is to pass the class division exam.

Thinking of this, Chu Ci took out the book and started reading it carefully.

The next morning, Chu Ci picked up his schoolbag and yawned. When Tian Sancai saw it, he said strangely:

"You said you, you told you to go to bed early last night and you didn't listen. Now you're done. Before you take the exam, you'll get sleepy."

Chu Ci smiled and said, "Mom, I haven't read a book for a long time. I always have to review my homework. Don't worry, I won't take a nap during the exam."

Thinking of this, Chu Ci silently recited the secret of magic in his heart. Along the way, she absorbed energy from the trees on the roadside and soon became full of energy. When she arrived at school, she was already full of blood and was full of energy. When Tian Sancai saw it, she shook her head without realizing it. She thought that it was good to be young, but her skin was still so good after staying up late, without any dark circles at all. If she had stayed up late, her body would have been unable to withstand it.

Chu Ci, 17 years old, looks very dazzling, thin and tall, and even wearing very simple clothes, she cannot hide her brilliance.

Tian Sancai felt proud from the bottom of his heart.

"Take a good exam, don't be nervous."

"I understand, mom." Chu Ci said with a smile.

The grade director is a middle-aged man wearing glasses. He is very elegant in suit. When he looks at Chu Ci, his eyes are gentle and he looks very well-educated.

Chu Ci swept his face and made a basic judgment on him in his heart.

Xiang Wenhai said softly: "You are Chu Ci?"

Chu Ci said respectfully: "Hello, Teacher Xiang."

Xiang Wenhai's tone was even gentler. In fact, before this, he doubted whether his decision was wrong, because No. 5 Middle School rarely accepted students from the countryside. It was not that he was biased, but that students from the countryside schools always loved to study. In addition to good grades, their overall qualities were very ordinary. However, the exams these days are not only based on grades. It is risky to recruit such students in the city schools, but the little girl's handwriting is quite impressive. Xiang Wenhai was also a fan of calligraphy. He was also a calligraphy fan. In addition, although there are many students in No. 5 Middle School, and there are many students in the province, there are also tops in the calligraphy industry, but no student can enter the national competition. This makes him, the director of the grade, lose face, and Chu Ci's calligraphy level is more than enough to join the Chinese Writers Association. Such students will definitely be able to bring the calligraphy of No. 5 Middle School in the future.

However, Xiang Wenhai was still worried, afraid that Chu Ci's personal quality was too poor. Unexpectedly, when he met at this time, the little girl was outstanding in appearance and temperament, with a calm expression, and her words and demeanor were not as good as an ordinary high school student. Xiang Wenhai was immediately satisfied.

"Take a test first and decide your class."

Chu Ci nodded and said, "Teacher Xiang, I heard that there are key classes in No. 5 Middle School?"

Xiang Wenhai smiled: "These two classes have high requirements. If it is not the teacher who hits you, it is unlikely that you will be admitted."

Scores are one aspect. Neither of the class teachers in both classes are good at plagiarism, and it is impossible for ordinary students to accept them.

Chu Ci didn't say anything, just lowered his head and thought for a while, then picked up the test paper handed over by Xiang Wenhai and worked hard.

There were many test papers, because there was only one person taking the exam and no one invigilator. Xiang Wenhai threw her alone in the empty classroom and sent all the test papers for all subjects together. Chu Ci worked for about three hours. When he looked up, he felt dizzy. The number of questions on the high school test paper was too large and his hands were numb. But until now, there were still two small subjects left to finish the test papers.

——

Chu Ci continued to write until one point before she finished the questions. She walked into the office with the test paper. Xiang Wenhai was calling someone. When he saw her, he was stunned for a moment before realizing that he had forgotten Chu Ci. It was too late and the little girl didn't even eat lunch.

"You haven't eaten yet, are you?" Xiang Wenhai apologized a little.

Chu Ci shook his head: "Director, when will you know the results?"

"I'll change the test paper later. You can go back first and come to the school to report tomorrow."

"good."

That night, Xiang Wenhai finished the start of school and remembered that Chu Ci's test paper had not been changed yet. He gave the test paper to teachers of various subjects and asked everyone to correct the scores. Soon, the math score was sent first. Xiang Wenhai looked at the score of 145 on the test paper and was shocked, 145? If you remember correctly, Chu Ci is a liberal arts student! With the total score of 150 points, this score is very high. You should know that the difficulty of the test paper of No. 5 Middle School is famous for being a pervert. Everyone says that the students of No. 5 Middle School came through the perverted exams again and again, so the final perverted high score is normal.

Before Xiang Wenhai could be surprised, the second score was sent again. After seeing the score, he was shocked again. He summed up the score one after another. Xiang Wenhai was stunned immediately, picked up the computer and calculated the total score, but was shocked.

You should know that the test paper he got was the bottom-up paper of No. 5 Middle School last year, and it was extremely difficult. At that time, all grades were defeated by this test paper, but Chu Ci got a very high score, which was enough to enter the top three in the age group.

You should know that No. 5 Middle School is the best school in the city and even in the province. What is the concept of the top three of No. 5 Middle School! That is the seedlings of Tsinghua and Peking University! A transfer student from a country school actually got such a high score! Xiang Wenhai was immediately shocked and walked around the office.

The next morning, all the teachers arrived, and Cao Ru from Class 2 suddenly asked:

"Director Xiang, I remember a transfer student came to take the exam yesterday. How about it? How many points did he get in the end? Which class was he assigned to?"

Now No. 5 Middle School evaluates teachers, with the scores of each exam as the main assessment content. Class 1 and Class 2 are key classes and are always competing. If the students who come have good grades, they will definitely increase the excellence rate. If they are not good, they will definitely not be able to take it. Therefore, Cao Rucai asked.

When Xiang Wenhai heard this, he smiled: "She, she did the exam normally! I have decided to let her stay in our class. After all, the little girl's calligraphy is good, so I can rest assured to take it."

After hearing this, everyone was relieved. If the grades were not good, the excellence rate would be lowered. It would be better to send Xiang Wenhai's class. Who said he was the grade director?

Thinking of this, everyone happily did their own things.

Xiang Wenhai also breathed secretly.

The 8 class he led is the class with the highest excellence rate in the whole grade except for key classes. The school gave all the resources to key classes. Even the director of the grade could not get resources like key classes for students. He refused to give up and always wanted to bring a class better than key classes. But at the age of 100, he was basically in key classes. He was really a clever woman who couldn't cook without rice.

But now it’s different. Chu Ci gave him hope. With such a student, the learning atmosphere in the class will definitely be very good. You will take me and I will take you, and the average score will definitely improve a lot.

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The next morning, Chu Ci put on his school uniform and walked into the gate of No. 5 Middle School.

No. 5 Middle School is worthy of being an old high school. The school uniforms are very beautiful. Unlike rural middle schools, they are all sportswear, which is loose and ugly. The summer uniforms of No. 5 Middle School are covered with white short-sleeved, red plaid tie, and red plaid short skirt on the lower body. They are paired with black leather shoes. They are particularly youthful.

Chu Ci still likes it very much.

"Chu Ci, get along well with the classmates and leave a good impression on everyone." Tian Sancai explained.

"I understand, mom." Chu Ci blinked and smiled, "Look, who did I have any conflicts with?"

Tian Sancai smiled. This is true. Chu Ci has been very popular since elementary school. Her classmates all like to come to their homes to play. She just worried that Chu Ci had just come up from the countryside and would not be able to go with the children in the city.

When she arrived at the school, Chu Ci followed Xiang Wenhai and came to Class 8. On the way, she asked:

"Teacher Xiang, my grades are not enough to enter the key class?"

Xiang Wenhai was stunned, laughed dryly before saying:

"Chu Ci, you did a little worse this time, but our class is also very good, the students are easy to get along with, and the teachers are also easy-going."

He felt a little guilty and kept his head down.

Chu Ci glanced at him and said, "You must know that if you want to be a qualified fortune teller, learning to observe words and expressions is the first lesson. Chu Ci knew that Xiang Wenhai was lying at first glance. She did a good job in the exam yesterday and should be enough to enter a key class. So, did Xiang Wenhai deliberately detain himself?

Chu Ci looked at Xiang Wenhai. Xiang Wenhai is a pretty good character, very straightforward, he has leadership skills and is also very strong. A person like him should have no malice to keep himself in this class. Forget it, the ordinary class is just ordinary class. She just passed by Class 1 and Class 2 and saw the faces of the head teachers of the two key classes. The two class teachers were very good, not ordinary characters, and such people were not as easy to get along with as Xiang Wenhai.

When they met Chu Ci, all the students in the class stopped studying.

"Everyone, let's have a quiet time. The transfer student in our class is here. Let her introduce you to you."

Chu Ci walked up to the podium with a smile, with faces below, sincere and green, all looking very friendly.

She smiled and said, "Hello everyone, my name is Chu Ci. It is the "Chu Ci" in the first collection of romantic poetry in our country. I think everyone has memorized the poems in "Chu Ci"? My former classmates all said that I was very hateful because "Chu Ci" is difficult to memorize."

Everyone laughed.

Seeing that the atmosphere was good, Xiang Wenhai asked again with a smile: "What do you have to ask?"

A beautiful girl who was about the same height as Chu Ci smiled and said, "Teacher, I have a problem."

"Yu Tang, ask!"

"Chu Ci, do you have any interests or hobbies?"

Chu Ci pondered: "Calligraphy, painting, fortune-telling."

As soon as these words were said, everyone laughed. Yu Tang smiled and said, "Chu Ci, I can't tell you a lot. Fortune telling? Why can you catch ghosts without talking?"

Chu Ci raised his eyebrows: "I was about to say that."

"Hahaha!"

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Chu Ci also laughed. When he met for the first time, everyone had a good impression of each other. Xiang Wenhai arranged for Chu Ci to sit next to Yu Tang. Yu Tang was lively and helped Chu Ci pack his schoolbag.

She picked up a picture book and said in confusion: "Chu Ci, is this your painting? What are you learning to draw?"

"In the past, I learned Chinese painting, but now I love painting comics."

After she finished speaking, she didn't hear Yu Tang's answer for a long time. Chu Ci leaned over and saw Yu Tang's reading of her paintings fascinated.

Yu Tang turned over one page after another and turned into a female nerve. She laughed loudly and shrank her neck and shouted fear.

Yu Tang was fascinated by the viewing. Even during class, he pressed the picture book under the book to read. Chu Ci reminded her several times, but she pushed it away. After finally getting off the get out of class, Yu Tang asked excitedly: "Chu Ci! Then what?"

"Then?" Chu Ci blinked.
To be continued...