A girl mysteriously transmigrates to the 1970s.
She possesses two major abilities: mental and healing.
She holds a magical space with a built-in mall.
She gains warm family affect...
The look in his eyes as he stared at the girl was full of doting.
Were those memories just a dream? Now that she had come here with all her might, what could she do?
Yes...she needs to ask clearly.
Ask the girl, or beg her.
She was wrong. She shouldn't have investigated her and shouldn't have tried every way to get close to her.
Beg her to let me go.
But before he could take a step forward, a big hand covered his mouth and pulled him aside.
Mu Lianshen and Fu Xiao looked back sharply, but saw nothing.
"Boss, what should we do with this woman?"
"Take it back first and ask Brother Zhou,"
After reporting, military training followed.
Once the uniform was put on, the entire playground was filled with army green.
The instructors were all young guys who were a few years older than them.
She looked around but didn't see Lu Yuan.
I guess he is no longer in charge of this school.
Training was nothing to her, but she felt a little annoyed by other people pointing fingers at her.
"Hey, this is the best in the country? It looks so good."
"Yes, her skin is really white, her family must be very rich, you can tell her temperament is different at first glance."
"She looks so young, I don't know if she is an adult yet."
Fu Xiao tilted his head and rolled his eyes imperceptibly.
You are small, and your whole family is small.
She is 1.65 meters tall now, exactly 1.65 meters without shoes! ! ! !
Also, can you tell a person’s temperament by looking at his or her face?
You have a good eye.
She is indeed rich.
Not only the gazes from her classmates, but also from the instructors, seemed to know who she was and deliberately gave her the opportunity to perform.
Always let her step forward and set an example for those below her.
It was time for another break and meal, and a few acquaintances sat together to eat.
Seeing that she looked a little listless, Fu Yu raised his eyebrows: "Are you tired?"
That shouldn't be the case. This amount of exercise shouldn't be a big deal for her.
Fu Xiao glanced around and saw that there was no one else around. He gritted his teeth and asked, "Who knows this instructor in our team?"
Fu Yu and Fu Yu naturally didn't know each other, so Lan An Ning asked, "Xiao Xiao, did he bully you?"
Yes, Lan Anning also got admitted to Peking University.
She waved her hand helplessly, "That's not the case."
She set her sights on Chen Jingchu and Zhai Yumo standing beside her.
Chen Jingchu shook his head, "I don't know him."
Zhai Yumo chuckled and said, "Lu Yuan should know him, what's wrong?"
"Eh," she sighed, "I just want to finish the military training quietly. I don't want to be called up again and again and be watched by everyone."
Fu Yu smiled and ruffled her hair. "Then you can just tell him directly. Will he still be able to call you after you tell him?"
"Okay," Fu Xiao clenched his fists, "I'll go tell him."
"Don't move, call someone over here,"
Chen Jingchu volunteered to go. When the instructor came, he was not shy at all. He squatted beside a few people with a smile and asked, "What's the matter?"
Fu Xiao smiled and said, "Instructor, can you please stop asking me to come forward all the time?"
The instructor scratched his head and said as a matter of course: "You are the only one who does the best job. Who else should I call if not you?"
"Besides," he continued, "Aren't you Lu Yuan's sister? He asked me to take care of you."
take care of?
She would rather not have this kind of care.
"Puchi..." Chen Jingchu next to him couldn't help but laughed out loud.
Others couldn't help laughing as well.
"What's the matter?" The instructor was a little puzzled.
"She doesn't want this kind of care..." Chen Jingchu said with a smile.
"Oh, I understand. Don't yell anymore next time."
Fu Xiao, who had gotten what he wanted, smiled and asked, "Instructor, which school did Lu Yuan go to?"
"Imperial Capital University, he's in the big playground next to it,"
The instructor stood up and said, "You guys take a break, I'm going to find my comrades..."
He waved and turned away.
There was still some time before the afternoon training, so the few of them just sat back to back and took a nap.
Lan An Ning muttered quietly: "I'm all tanned."
Fu Xiao smiled and rubbed her hair. There was no sunscreen at that time, so she could only use it secretly.
He whispered to comfort her: "It will turn white if you cover it up..."
"Well," Lan Anning patted her legs and said to her with a smile, "Xiaoxiao, lie here and take a nap."
"Sleep next to each other,"
"I'm not sleepy," she said, pulling Fu Xiao to lie on her legs, covering her eyes with a hat, and signaling her to go to sleep quickly.
Fu Xiao didn't show any shyness and slowly closed his eyes.
The military training lasted for a total of three weeks. In the last few days, there was no physical training, but ideological education.
That is, listen to some classes and hear a Red Army story.
Finally, the military training was over.
The freshmen of Class 77 can finally go into the classroom to study.
Fu Xiao began to experience a new round of torture.
The teacher in every class always seems to like to give her some advice.
He also likes to ask her to go on stage to answer questions, especially Cheng Yuan.
He would always call her name in every class he taught.
It was another class on Traditional Chinese Medicine. She stood up and answered another question that was beyond the syllabus.
Facing her fluent answer, Cheng Yuan stroked his beard, nodded with satisfaction, and pressed down with a smile, "Okay, sit down,"
"Dear students, the question I asked is not in our textbooks. Sometimes our textbooks are not comprehensive. If you want to know more about Chinese medicine, you must read more books. Medicine requires more learning and reading. You see, this student was able to answer it easily, which proves that she has a wealth of knowledge..."
Listening to his praise, Fu Xiao remained silent.
With this calm look, everyone saw her as someone who was not easily surprised by fame or criticism and had the demeanor of a top scholar.
But at this moment, she was already roaring wildly in her heart.
Ahhhh, she really can’t stand it anymore.
I originally wanted to take some time off and be a student for a few years.
But now she feels that it doesn't matter if she doesn't study this.
She couldn't give up any longer and had to continue her research.
When the bell rang, she closed her textbook, smiled politely, told the person who approached her that she had something to do, and quickly walked out of the classroom.