"Are you Wen Jiajia?"

"No, I'm not. My name is Luo Keer."

"You are Wen Jiajia."

"I said everything, I'm not, why are you so entangled with people like this?"

Luo Keer avoided another classmate's interrogation.

Dongfang Tuo took his eyes away from the book and looked at Luo Keer. Although this familiar face made him feel moved, he kept trying his best to restrain his feelings. If she was not Wen Jiajia, how could she like two people?

Yuexia was passing by the door of Class Zero, and Luo Keer ran out like a rabbit: "Teacher Yue, I went to the office to find you just now, you are not here..."

"Oh?" Yuexia stopped and stared at the familiar and unfamiliar face with interest, "Lorke, is there anything you have to do?"

"Teacher Yue, there is something that may require the consent of you and the director of the teaching. I want to be the assistant of the teachers, listen to the lectures in other classes, and help the teachers."

"But, what should you do with your own class?"

"I have my own way. Teacher Yue, let's go to the director of the teaching."

"Okay, but the director of the teaching is very fierce. She will definitely reject your proposal."

Luo Keer and Yue Xia walked towards the Director's Office together.

During the lively lunch break, some of the classmates in the corridor were reading books, some were making a fuss, and some were conveying feelings in their eyes.

Two gentle figures ran to the fifth floor on the east side of the teaching building.

"Take Meijo, hurry up. His short legs are so slow."

"Chaoxiyan, you ghost girl, dare you laugh at me."

"Yesterday, I heard music and came to check it out. There is a place called Confession Hall nearby. It feels very interesting, but I dare not go in alone."

The two finally arrived in front of the confessional hall.

Takemi Qiao turned sideways disdainfully, leaned against the wall opposite, took apart the lollipop given by Chaoxiyan and held it in her mouth.

Chaoxiyan mustered up her courage, raised her heels, supported the wall with one hand, and gently turned the door handle to open a gap. She saw three rows of white chairs in the room, with a huge cross at the front, and a piano and violin next to it.

In front of the cross, two people stood, one taller and the other shorter. The two were wearing black robes, black hooded and facial scarves covering their faces, revealing their eyes only. Their eyes seemed to be filled with strong light, which made people dare not look at them.

"May I ask, is this a church?" Chaoxiyan leaned into her head and asked softly.

A faint voice came from the tall turban: "You can see this as a church or another place. There is no God here, but your sinful heart. Repent! After repentance, you will understand what is called sin in your heart, and you will be madly obsessed with it. Immerse yourself in this sin, and have no regrets for your whole life, even if you eventually fall into hell. Because all desires and malice are only related to yourself, and have nothing to do with others. Others cannot take away your body, nor can you take away your soul. Your destiny is only in your own hands."

"Wow, it's so cool!" Chaoxiyan's face showed a glimmer of envy, and she clapped her hands, unable to help but admire.

She pulled the girl's hand across from her: "Takemi Jo, let's go in and take a look."

Takemiki leaned against the wall, unwilling to leave, and curled her lips, with a very refusal: "Forget it, I won't go to such a strange place if I want to enter you."

At this time, her eyes were facing the tall one's eyes, and the eyes were filled with strange red light, as if the desire for hatred was burning.

Takemijo was startled, pulled up his companion's hand and ran away: "What a ghost! Run!"

"Oh, what are you doing?" Chaoxiyan shook Takemijo's hand off, "As for it? Is there anything to be afraid of. It's just a student."

"Okay, you said that they are just students. Since you are not afraid, then you can go back by yourself."

"What are you doing, Zhu Meiqiao? I'm also angry. Then, since you don't accompany me to the inside, I won't go." Chaoxiyan turned sideways, a little unhappy.

"Okay, it's already twelve:30 now. If you don't practice dancing, you'll have to go to class. We must win this competition. It's October now. If the autumn competition at the end of the month cannot win, we will lose the opportunity to push the Dream Realm University."

"Hmph, we're a dancer. You short legs, just don't drag me down." Chaoxiyan raised her face, and her nostrils looked at Takemijo, pretending to be a joke.

Takemi Joe paused and forced a smile.

"What's wrong with you? Why don't you suddenly stop talking? This is not like your style. Every time I joke with you, you will laugh at me again. You are weird today. Forget it, hurry up, weren't you in a hurry to practice just now?" Chaoxiyan ran downstairs in a hurry.

Takemiki looked at Chaoxiyan's back, and her eyes ejaculated with hatred, clenched her fists, and her nails were deeply stuck in the flesh.

"You ridiculed me everywhere because you were tall and jumped better than me. There was only one place you pushed, and I wouldn't give it to you. I must become an alumni with Doer, and I want to get myself closer and closer to Doer. All obstacles should be eclipsed in front of me."

She threw the lollipop into the trash can, showed a false smile at random, and shouted: "I'm here, Chaoxiyan, wait for me."

After practicing for a lunch break and wiping the thin sweat on his face, Takemi Qiao walked back to the classroom of Class 9, Grade 2 and fell directly on the chair.

No matter how hard or tired she was, she was not afraid. She just wanted to get close to the person she admired the most, that was Dor. Dor was too dazzling, and she was like a god in her heart. She wanted to get in and get closer to that man.

I had a desire gating machine before, and maybe I could help her realize her wish, but the director of the teaching department had ordered that the opportunity to use the desire gating machine was dropped out of school. I could only work hard.

The bell for the first class in the afternoon rang.

Luo Keer held her homework and followed Teacher Mu and entered Class 9 together.

Takemi Qiao glanced at Luo Keer and thought to herself: Why haven’t I noticed before? Our school actually has such a temperamental female classmate. Who is she?

Teacher Mu glanced at the classroom and was messy and scattered. Some of the classmates were still fighting and did not return to their seats. She was a little angry: "It's time for class!"

"Stand up" Takemijo shouted loudly.

The whole class stood up: "Hello teacher."

"Okay, sit down. Before class, I will introduce you to someone. This is Luo Keer from Class 0 and recommends to be my assistant. Welcome everyone."

The whole class was silent.

"Teacher, don't classmate Luo Keer need to attend class?" One classmate raised a question.

"In this class, Class Zero is an ancient Chinese class. Luo Keer's ancient Chinese literature is good and he doesn't need to listen to the class. Whenever Class Zero takes Class Zero's ancient Chinese class, she will come to randomly serve as assistants to other teachers."

"Is there any other problem for students?" Teacher Mu frowned, looking impatient.

The students below shook their heads.

“ok,        let’s        begin        our        class.        put        your        book        to        page        41…”

Takemi Qiao is cute and dances well, so she is a small celebrity in school. However, since Luo Keer appeared in the classroom, the eyes of some boys in the class have never left her. There are also some classmates who don’t study very well, sitting upright and forcing themselves to listen carefully, as if they want to show it in front of Luo Keer.

"Hmph, a bunch of boring people." Takemi Qiao complained secretly.

But Takemiki didn't know why, but he was not jealous at all, or even, not envious at all.

While she was distracted, her eyes suddenly met Luo Ke'er's.

Luo Keer flashed with long eyelashes, and his eyes seemed to be emitting light, and he squeezed at her, as if reminding her to pay attention to the lecture.

Takemijo was startled by the sudden situation. She panickedly moved her eyes away, flirted with the book, and turned to page 41 without realizing it. Luo Keer looked weak overall, but her eyes were so strong, she was such a weirdo.

At this time, in Class 0, Yuexia was sitting in front of the podium, supporting her face with one hand and rubbing the book with the other hand, still pouting.

"From the tenth lesson, we will talk about poetry today."

She glanced at Luo Keer's empty seat, feeling so sad that she wanted to cry.

"Teacher Yue, Luo Ke'er hasn't arrived yet." Dongfang Tuo raised his hand to signal.

"Don't worry about her, she will be an assistant to other teachers, and she will never have to take my ancient Chinese class again." Yuexia slowly slid down from her seat until her head was level with the standing book, burying her head in the book.

"..." The whole class was silent for a minute.

Seeing that Yuexia couldn't help but didn't give a lecture, Dongfang Tuo wanted to comfort her but couldn't start, so he simply asked: "Teacher, how did Luo Keer convince the director of teaching to agree?"

"The director asked her what capital she had, so she immediately did a set of college ancient Chinese test questions online. The full score was 100, and she actually got 93 points..." Yue Xia was about to cry, "I can only get 81 points..."

The whole class looked at Yue Xia, who looked like a resentful woman, and was ashamed.

Dongfang Tuoxin thought: Wen Jiajia used to be very good at ancient Chinese, and she ranked first every time. Luo Keer is also very good at ancient Chinese. Is there such a coincidence?

After class, Luo Keer returned to Class 0.

"Hey, Luo Keer, what kind of flowers do you like?" Dongfang Tuo was worried that Luo Keer would disappear again, so he hurriedly tried.

Luo Keer turned around: "Such a strange question. What's wrong with me if I like cherry blossoms the most?"

Dongfang Tuo's heart trembled, but he tried not to express his mood: "Why do you like cherry blossoms?"

"Because, the cherry blossoms have been working hard to bloom, but when they are blooming most brilliantly, they choose to wither. Falling means sacrifice. She can give up her life for others for the sake of faith, in her best years and when her state reaches its peak. How can such flowers not be admired?" When Luo Keer spoke, there seemed to be stars in her eyes flashing.

Dongfang Tuo was stunned. It was her, she was Wen Jiajia.

Looking back at the beginning of the first year of high school, at noon that day, Wen Jiajia stood under the cherry blossom tree and jumped happily. Dongfang Tuo joked: "You are in high school, why are you like a primary school student?"

Tianwen Jiajia's answer was exactly the same as what Luo Keer said at this moment.

The two of them, Luo Keer and Wen Jiajia, are the same person!

But why did Wen Jiajia change her name to Luo Keer? Why did she seem to not know her?

"Class Dongfang? Classmate Dongfang?" Luo Keer slapped Dongfang Tuo with a paper fan, waking him out of his thoughts.

"What's wrong with you? Why do you ask me this question yet?"

"Uh... nothing, just curiosity."

"Strange." Luo Keer sat in the seat and ignored him.

Dongfang Tuo made up his mind to find evidence. He stared at the back of his lover and thought to himself: Wait until I find the evidence, let's see how you can argue.
Chapter completed!