Senior Superstar

Starting from the lost battle formation marksmanship, Li Shixin has entered the dreamland of system skills three times. Li Shixin was used to the feeling after entering the dreamland.

In such a dream, he is the soul living in someone else's body. No matter what happens, there is no way to control it. In the skill dream, the only thing you can do is to be the purest spectator from the perspective of the dream owner.

"Lai San'er, think it over. Don't sell your daughter and regret it later. Once the book is closed, your girl will be a member of our family-making class and has nothing to do with you. Until the closing period Man, regardless of life or death, he is a member of our family-making class, and has nothing to do with you."

"Boss Cheng, please do me a favor. If she sells this girl to you, she will have a place to eat, and she won't have to go to the kiln to be belittled by others. She will enjoy a lot more happiness than suffering with me. I... hehe, I can also fall Don’t worry if you don’t become a few dollars for a few days, boss, if you sign this letter today, my girl is yours, and even if I die on the street, I will never come here to cause trouble for the troupe!”

"I'm afraid the brothel can't give you five oceans?"

"Hey Boss Cheng, you're the one who said this, I'm her real father after all!"

After a while, the old voice sounded again.

"Okay, take a pen and paper."

With a burst of pen and ink falling on the paper, the salsa cross talk, the old voice sang loudly;

"Now Lai Yuzhu and Lai Saner are willing to sell their only daughter Lai Xiaoyue to the family class for five yuan to learn art, and the special certificate is to prove it. Seven years of learning art, three years of selling art. Food and clothing expenses during the learning art It doesn’t matter if you’re punished or beaten to death. However, natural disasters and man-made disasters, carts and horses trampled on, drowning in rivers to find wells, hanging beams to commit suicide, everyone obeys the destiny, and has nothing to do with the class. Lai San’er, let’s draw a charge.”

"Hey, okay, okay. I draw, I draw."

"Look, these five oceans."

"Yo! Thank you, Boss Cheng!"

Following a burst of silver coins clinking and being counted repeatedly, the girl was slapped from behind.

"Girl, from now on, you will be considered a blessing! Listen to the teacher's words here, so you can learn a lot, ah!"

Following the man's warning, the girl whose eyes had been fixed on the green brick in front of her finally raised her head.

Seeing the man with a skinny face and dark bags under his eyes smiling awkwardly and leaving with the silver dollar in his hand, the girl wiped away her tears.

In front of her, a man in his fifties who was called the "leader" by his father indifferently put away the closing paper, and walked slowly in front of her.

The next moment, the girl's chin was tightly pinched.

It seemed to be a livestock inspection, so I looked it up.

"Yo, this girl is really handsome. Apart from other things, just this face is a good embryo for Huadan!"

An unknown woman shouted with surprise.

Another voice sighed.

"Listen to operas and listen to stuff, and only people who have stuff can make horns. The face is so beautiful, people just look at the face and not the stuff. This face is a good job in the kiln. In our pear orchard In the industry, I’m afraid it’s a crate for disaster.”

Amidst the discussions of others, the leader let go of that big pincer-like hand.

"Girl, the family-making class is not a place to do good deeds. Your father sold you here, and I have to earn back the five silver dollars from you. From tomorrow on, you should learn from swords and horses."

Under the girl's confused gaze, a voice exclaimed.

"Leader, this girl is 12 or 13 years old, and she is almost in shape. She is a martial artist at this age, and she is killing her!"

"Where are you talking too much! Our family class is the Kun class, and there are girls from apprentices to corners in the team. But we are an opera troupe, not a brothel! The things passed down from our ancestors are not based on skins and meat. Yes, pass it on! If you have a good face, you have to exercise your muscles! Or do you make money by selling jokes and selling meat?"

With the loud shout of the troupe master, the girl fell down in the troupe.

In the confusion, the girl ate the most satisfying meal in the past two years, and was washed with hot water like an animal.

Then, it was stuffed into a cramped, stuffy room with a strange smell.

There is only one big shop, but there are rooms numbered 20 and 30. As the girl came in, many pairs of eyes converged on it.

"Hey, I heard that there is a newcomer in the team this afternoon. I didn't expect that she is a beauty!"

"Huh? I'm afraid she's not a lady from a rich family? Look at this face, it's as tender as an egg."

"With such a face, why don't you go to a brothel?"

Amidst the chattering of a group of teachers and sisters, the girl lowered her head in a panic.

It seems that something new and interesting happens rarely, and the Chase bunk boils up in front of the new girl.

"Hi, what's your name?"

Amidst the ridicule and laughter, a figure flipped neatly, jumped off the Datong bunk, and suddenly stood in front of the girl.

Looking at the dirty feet, the girl buried her head deeper.

"My name is Lai Xiaoyue, but the class leader said that from now on I can't be called by my original name. I have to be called Yingyue Cheng Yingyue."

"I know, I know, from now on we will call you Xiaoyue. Eh? The class leader didn't say what you study? You have such a face, I'm afraid you want to learn Huadan?"

"The head teacher said, tell me to start learning martial arts tomorrow and learn how to fight and fight."

Following the girl's timid answer, the chattering Datong shop fell silent.

In the eerie silence, the girl standing in front of her slowly returned to the shop, kicked away the two senior sisters with her dirty feet, and freed up the spacious bed.

Then, he dragged the girl who lowered her head and didn't dare to look at anyone to the shop, and helped her spread out the old luggage.

"Go to sleep and have a good night's sleep. From tomorrow onwards, you will never have such a good day again."

"Why?"

"You will know tomorrow."

"May I have your name?"

"Just follow the group of dead girls and call me Sister Yun."

"Sister Xiaoyun, is it hard to learn swordsmanship?"

"Don't ask, it means you shouldn't come. Bai has such a good face, so he didn't go to the kiln to enjoy the happiness."

Under Xiaoyun's complicated gaze, which could not be described as sympathy or self-pity, the girl buried her head in the quilt.

She wanted to cry, but when she heard the whispers of her peers beside her, she felt that it was better than that dilapidated house that would be smashed up by her father, who was addicted to cigarettes, to make it even more dilapidated. up.

This idea was not shattered until the next day.

"Learning to work, train your waist first! You are new here, so you have to resist your waist in this first level. Come on, put your right leg on the stool."

In the yard, under all the gazes, the girl raised her legs and put them on the bench in a daze.

Before she could react, the master who taught Kungfu pushed her against the wall, then lifted her ankle and lifted her up!

Boom!

With a crisp sound from the bones, the pain exploded from the girl's waist.

"ah!!!!"

Looking at the girl's twisted waist in an instant, everyone in the yard shivered violently.

"Haven't you ever seen a waist bar?! Do you want to be boarded? Go back to practice!"

With the loud shout of the class leader, a group of girls dispersed like quails. In the silent courtyard, the noise of children practicing their skills and voice immediately sounded.

Looking at the girl who was sweating profusely from the pain and couldn't stop screaming, the head teacher picked up a ruler.

"Shut up!"

Snapped.

One foot down, the skin is ripped apart.

The more pain caused the girl to stop screaming.

"Playing is a bitter insect, and it must be played. From now on, I don't want to suffer, no matter how painful it is, I have to bear it!"

With the girl's trembling perspective, Li Shixin, who also felt the pain in his heart, sighed.

Another miserable person.