Ji Xingzhi sat on the bed, cup in hand, and asked excitedly, "Uncle Qin, am I a killer or a spy now? Is there anyone willing to teach me martial arts? The fortune teller said I have a fine bone structure and a talent for martial arts, and I'm likely to dominate the world in the future. I've also had a very good memory since I was a child, able to read ten lines at a glance and never forget everything I saw... And so on and so forth."
Uncle Qin's face became darker and darker. He could no longer bear it.
"Shut up!" Uncle Qin shouted coldly.
Ji Xingzhi immediately cooperated by covering her mouth.
Uncle Qin asked, "Can you do laundry?"
Ji Xingzhi nodded: "Yes."
When Yaoyao and I were training at the base, she was the one who washed all the clothes.
Uncle Qin asked, "Can you cook?"
Ji Xingzhi nodded again: "Yes."
After all, I am a foodie, so I will order some.
Uncle Qin looked at Ji Xingzhi in surprise and asked, "Can you read?"
Ji Xingzhi nodded again: "I admit it."
Hearing this, Uncle Qin cast a suspicious look at Ji Xingzhi. She came from a poor family, yet she was delicate and tender, living a pampered life. And not only that, she even attended a calligraphy school?
Ji Xingzhi noticed something was wrong with Uncle Qin's eyes, so she started talking nonsense again in a serious tone: "Uncle Qin, you don't know, my parents love me for a reason. They saw that I was pretty, so they didn't let me do any work. They wanted to raise me to be plump and white... No, pretty, so that they could send me to a landlord as a concubine, so that they could live a good life with me. My family lived next to the school, and I would secretly eavesdrop every day. With my photographic memory and intelligence, I naturally learned it over time... Crackling."
Uncle Qin didn't delve into it. After listening to Ji Xingzhi's long speech, he concluded: "Go."
Ji Xingzhi was stunned: "Where are you going?"
"Do the laundry and cook." Uncle Qin said this and went out, leaving Ji Xingzhi alone in a disheveled state.
Washing...washing and cooking? Where's the killer spy? This plot is a bit off.
Not long after Uncle Qin left, Bai Qingman ran in with a broom in her hand, her face full of concern: "Xue Zhao, how are you? Did Uncle Qin hit you?"
Ji Xingzhi was slightly stunned and asked, "Will Uncle Qin hit people?"
Shouldn't he be strangled to death directly?
Bai Qingman quietly closed the door, walked quickly to Ji Xingzhi's side and whispered, "Yeah, the beating was pretty severe. Several people were killed earlier."
Upon hearing this, Ji Xingzhi nodded thoughtfully. She said that according to Uncle Qin's iron-blooded appearance, it should not be abuse, but strangulation.
Seeing Ji Xingzhi hesitate to speak, Bai Qingman lowered her head in guilt and said, "Xue Zhao... I'm sorry, Uncle Qin is too scary. I dare not plead for you..."
Ji Xingzhi just smiled when she heard that. She didn't mean to blame Bai Qingman, because her friendship with Bai Qingman was not to the point of being willing to go through fire and water for each other. Besides, it was normal for a child to be afraid. After all, not everyone was reborn with the memories of their previous life like her.
Ji Xingzhi held Bai Qingman's hand and said with a smile, "I don't blame you, you don't have to say sorry to me." After a pause, Ji Xingzhi asked again, "Did Xiaoman and Uncle Qin give you anything strange to eat?"
Bai Qingman frowned and thought for a moment, then shook her head and said, "No."
Ji Xingzhi frowned. Could it be that only a few of the children here were chosen by Uncle Qin? Most of the others were just a cover-up? Ji Xingzhi nodded. Hmm... very likely.
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