"But isn't the woman in the Chinese teacher's family mentally retarded? He has to hire a caregiver for his daughter, and his salary subsidy is so low. How can he have so much money to pay for your tuition and materials?"
She acted as if she didn't hear what her female classmates were whispering in her ear and continued to eat her steamed bun silently.
But this steamed bun is really choking.
In the morning reading class.
Yili stood in his seat and read extracurricular prose poems with his classmates to cultivate his sense of language.
"I hear echoes from the valley and from my heart
Harvesting empty souls with a lonely sickle
Repeating determination and happiness again and again
There is finally an oasis swaying in the desert
I believe in myself
Born like a bright summer flower
Unfading and undefeated, the demon's rule is like fire
Bear the burden of heartbeat and breathing
I never get tired of it..."
"Yili, come out."
The Chinese teacher stood in front of her with a smile and handed her a thick envelope.
"I'm not helping you out of kindness. I'm worried that your poor Chinese grades will affect our class's overall score. Study hard, and if you run out of money, tell me. Don't go over the wall to make money anymore."
"I can't have it."
Yili rejected him.
"You've already given enough. I don't deserve this."
"Once a teacher, always a father. I don't want you to lose your future because of money. Yili, you are worth it. Stop comparing yourself to ants. Your future has infinite possibilities."
Yi Li looked at the scene passing by in front of him and continued walking.
The total is two thousand three hundred and fifty-eight dollars and eight cents.
She counted them many times.
She memorized this number many times.
It can be two thousand yuan, it can be one thousand yuan, but it cannot be two thousand three hundred and fifty-eight and eight hundred yuan.
She is not worth a man's full effort.
Because she will abandon the person who is good to her at any time.
She is just a heartless, cold-blooded monster.
Hypocritical, disgusting, and despicable. When he is at a disadvantage, he smashes all his pride and just wants to survive. But when she stands on a high platform and controls the overall situation, he will kill her without any regard for her relatives, and is cold and ruthless.
She can be a wild dog, a jackal, a tiger or a leopard, or have a poisonous tongue, but she cannot be a loyal dog.
A man appeared not far from Yili. He was of Mediterranean appearance, tall and fat, with a kind face. In his hand was a glass jar of Lao Ganma, which contained 40 bags of green tea that he had stolen for five yuan.
"Yili, why are you here again? Go back to class."
He waved at Yili, signaling her to go back.
She paused for a moment, but continued walking forward as if she didn't see him.
"Are you worthy of my investment in you?"
His face changed drastically and he scolded Yi Li.
"If I had known you were such an incorrigible villain, I shouldn't have helped you. If it weren't for you, my daughter wouldn't have been hit by a car and killed on the way to give you the balloon!"
Yili stopped moving forward.
Her gloomy eyes were now frighteningly dark.
"You're wrong."
Yili walked forward slowly.
"Have I ever asked you to help me? Have I ever asked you to support me? Have I ever asked you for anything? Why do you think that everything you do is for my own good? Have you ever asked me if I am willing to accept the warmth you force upon me?"
Yi Li looked at him and asked paranoidly.
"I don't need anyone's care. I'd rather die alone. Do you think I'll be happy? Do you think I'll be grateful? No, you just want to tame me. In the name of salvation, tame me, make me feel warm, make me unbearable to the cold, and make me lose the courage to fight."
"Besides, I don't think I would be worthy of a fake disguise."
Yi Li took out a cannon barrel and carried it on his back.
"I really hate you right now for snooping into my memories and using these things to mock me."
Bang!
She blew the place to pieces.
The surrounding area collapsed due to too many holes.
"Goodbye, don't look back, idiot."
Yi Li stepped into one of the white light balls and returned to the door of the room.
Just as I got used to the light, I felt someone holding a sharp dagger against my neck.
"Xiao Li!"
"Ms. Huang, calm down!"
Only after Yili adapted to the light could he see the current situation clearly.
These three are pretty impressive, they came out so quickly.
However, the situation of Ms. Huang, who held him hostage, is not very good.
"All of you get out of here! Don't come near me! Otherwise I will kill Yili!"
"Ms. Huang, please calm down and don't get too excited."
"Calm down! How can you expect me to calm down? It's not enough that you killed my child, you also want to force me to death and make us completely forgotten so that you can cover up your crimes, right?"
Ms. Huang cursed angrily in an extreme manner.
The sharp dagger in her hand accidentally cut the skin on Yili's neck.
She only felt a slight stinging sensation in her neck.
Red blood flowed out.
Extra eye-catching.
"Ms. Huang, please don't be so nervous. Xiaoli is still young and can't stand being frightened. Think about it, you are a mother too. Do you want your child to be held hostage like Xiaoli? She is already injured, Ms. Huang!"
Ms. Huang looked down when she heard this, but Yi Li took away the dagger while she was distracted. A pair of silver handcuffs were snapped onto her wrists. She was about to use her ability but found that it was useless.
"What did you do?"
Ms. Huang was immediately controlled by Duan Lao and Yan Jin, and she looked at Yi Li in disbelief.
Yi Li pretended to be innocent: "Auntie, I just want you to calm down and avoid making a bigger mistake."
Ms. Huang sneered: "I always thought you were just a child, but it turns out you are not a simple person either."
"I'm not a simple thing." Yili touched his cut neck and said, "I am a person, but I don't know if you are still a person now. You should be the one who is not a simple thing."
Ms. Huang: “…”
She was almost mad at Yi Li in front of her.
"We have her under control. We will immediately send someone to escort her to the base for custody, detention, and interrogation."
Ms. Huang tried to struggle, but was held down tightly.
"Let me go, you beasts!"
"Aunt Huang, please make it clear that we are not the group that killed your family. We are the messengers who maintain world peace and the heroes who save the future." Xue Zha complained as he squatted down to bandage Yi Li.
"Messenger? Hero? Bah! You are nothing but robbers! Bandits! Liars! I tell you, even if I die, I will never grant you your wish!"
Ms. Huang was so excited that she started cursing.
She wished she could tear off pieces of flesh from their bodies with her mouth to vent her anger.
"Ms. Huang, if we really wanted to kill you, would you still have the chance to talk to us and insult us now?"
Yan Jin asked her helplessly.
Live like a summer flower
Author: Rabindranath Tagore
I hear echoes from the valley and my heart
Harvesting empty souls with a lonely sickle
Repeating determination and happiness again and again
There is finally an oasis swaying in the desert
I believe in myself
Born like a bright summer flower
Unfading and undefeated, the demon's rule is like fire
Bear the burden of heartbeat and breathing
never get tired of it
I hear music from moonlight and carcasses
Assist extreme bait to capture ethereal beauty
A life filled with passion and purity
There are always memories running through the world
I believe in myself
Death is like the quiet and beautiful autumn leaves falling
Neither prosperous nor chaotic, the posture is like smoke
Even if it withers, it still retains the pride of plump flesh and clear bones
Mysterious and mysterious
I hear love, I believe love
Love is a pool of struggling blue algae
Like a gust of sad wind
Through my bleeding veins
The belief of guarding the years
I believe everything can be heard
Even foreseeing separation, meeting another self
Some moments cannot be grasped
No matter how far you go, what is gone will never come back.
Please look at the flowers on my hairpin.
Blooming all the way
Frequently miss some,
And deeply moved by the wind, frost, rain and snow
Prajnaparamita, one by one
Live like a summer flower, die like an autumn leaf
Still care about what you have
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