The sound of going upstairs.

"I do not understand?"

Zhao Changan took the key from Zeng Xiaoxiao's hand. Because the key was small, his fingers touched Zeng Xiaoxiao's fingers.

Cool and a little sighing.

Back then, I thought I was young and frivolous, so I often jumped out of the window and sneaked into her bedroom at night.

Fourteen and a half years old, an age that doesn’t make sense,

To be honest, except for the last level, the rest have been cleared long ago with hard work.

Otherwise, his mother would not have been afraid of killing someone and installed a security window.

"I want to go to a school that doesn't charge tuition, and I want to get far away and never come back."

Zhao Changan understood somewhat.

No matter what, Zeng Xiaoxiao is still a young woman of seventeen or eighteen years old. How could she not have visions and dreams for the future?

How could you not care about your reputation at all?

As for Qiao San, being in his thirties was nothing, but his mouth was full of bad breath and his teeth were yellow. Just thinking about it made Zhao Changan feel a little disgusted.

"Take out the key and come in."

Although Zhao Changan still looked down upon Zeng Xiaoxiao, he even hated the anonymous letter that almost destroyed his family.

However, after all, my neighbor has called me "Brother Chang'an" for so many years.

I sighed in my heart and gave way to the door.

Zeng Xiaoxiao went straight into the house, ignoring the key still inserted on her security door.

"Clang!"

Zhao Changan locked the security door at home, thought for a moment, took out a padlock from the drawer in the living room, and locked it twice.

Put the key in your pocket.

In this way, even if he leaves the living room for a while, Zeng Xiaoxiao, who wants to be a monster, will not be able to open the door.

"Do it."

However, Zeng Xiaoxiao went directly into his bedroom and sat at the long square wooden table next to the bed just like he did three years ago.

He unfolded the paper.

Zhao Changan poured two glasses of water and entered the bedroom.

"Your grades have always been better than mine. My grades are too bad. I can't even understand what the teacher says. Are you sure you want me to explain it to you?"

"Your score this time is 463,501, with a Chinese language score of 130."

Zhao Changan was not surprised how she knew, because his mother had been spreading the news these days, as if his son had been admitted to an undergraduate college.

"Chinese language is just a coincidence, the other four subjects are all scum, you~"
Chapter completed!