Wearing Books and Fake Daughters To Seek Offline

　　 But looking at the post, Han Xingzhen felt as if he had seen the original text, a true daughter of pure kindness, respect for the old and friends, and a fake daughter of vicious hypocrisy and vanity.

　　Han Xingwang suddenly had an inspiration, and the author of the original text was afraid that it was not Han Qiaowei, or that the author wrote Han Qiaowei herself.

　　 Han Xingzhen quickly threw this idea out of his head, and it was weird enough to get it out by himself.

　　 is just what to do with this post. Since there is no name and surname, it is indeed not a wise move to directly question like Jia Yuanyuan.

　　 But I can’t let it go. Anyone who knows about the fact that the Han family has found their own daughter will automatically substitute them when they read the post, and then they are convinced.

　　 But Huizhan is not Han Xingzhen’s style. It’s not thankful for her and she’s half to death. It’s not painful to attack the black fan with language. She has always believed in it, and doing it will always be more convincing than talking.

　　 Han Xingkun adjusted his emotions and put away the phone, then turned his attention to the book again.

　　 "Just forget it?" Jia Yuanyuan asked.

　　 Han Xingzhen shook his head, "It is not too late for a gentleman to avenge him for ten years. What are you afraid of? The grasshopper has to stay until the autumn."

　　 Jia Yuanyuan thought that Han Xingzhen had a good idea, so he went back to his seat.

　　 In fact, Han Xingzhen really doesn't have any particularly good ways to fight back. Time and energy don't allow her to waste too much on this matter.

　　 After studying for a whole day, Han Xingzhen also went to vocal music class at night.

　　 On the way back from the base to school, even the subway, which was always crowded, became empty.

　　 Han Xingzhen with dry mouth and tongue suddenly felt so tired, really tired, not only physically tired, but also tired.

　　 Thinking of Han Qiaowei, she is even more tired, so why bother to deal with these weird people and live their own lives separately?

　　 Give it up, it's good to get a lunch box like the original owner, or just let it go as a salted fish, Han Xingjing's tears rolled in his eyes.

　　 But not reconciled.

　　 I walked alone for so long, but I just got some grades. I wore books all night, and I didn't have a good day.

　　 Is hard work really useless? No, God rewards hard work, how can hard work be useless.

　　 If you haven't seen the result you want, it's probably because you haven't worked hard enough.

　　 But, I’m really tired, I don’t have time, I don’t have time to train, I don’t have time to review... It’s really hard to take care of both ends.

　　 Do you really want to stay awake?

Rubbing the agarwood snow jade Huang on his chest, Han Xingzhen felt that he had a long dream. There was everything she longed for in the dream, her dormitory, her desk, her bed, and her The practice room and recording studio you want...

　　 Sure enough, I have everything in my dreams.

　　 Han Xingzhen saw the bed and fell asleep at the end. He knew it was a dream, but he still wanted to sleep for a while, just for a while, soon...

　　Han Xingzhen felt that he had a long sleep, refreshed, and suddenly he felt aroused. Did he sit and stand before? After all, she slept, and looked up, she didn't even get to the next stop before she dozed off.

　　 She obviously felt that she slept for a long time and dreamed a long time.

　　 Han Xingzhen took out his mobile phone to calculate the time, and set an alarm clock so that even if he really fell asleep, he wouldn’t have to sit down.

　　 Closing his eyes again, Han Xingzhen returned to the dream of everything. This time it was even more outrageous. Not only the desk and the bed, but the review materials she had clearly placed in the classroom appeared.

Han Xingjin didn’t believe in evil, and opened the review materials on the desk. It was outrageous. She even had her notes. She didn’t believe that this was a dream. She couldn’t remember which page she took, but she remembered it clearly in this book. Chu.

　　 Knowing that she had set the alarm clock, she stayed in the dream with confidence, lying on the bed, completely lost sleep and thinking very active.

　　 So Han Xingzhen got up and sat down at the desk, and went on to do his previous questions, regardless of whether she was a dream, and just did the questions if she couldn't sleep, no problem.

But she had a set of questions last night, and felt that she was dizzy and swollen without thinking about the phone alarm. She had to take the initiative to end this dream. When she looked at the phone, it was even more outrageous. The time has only passed by five minutes, and a station has just passed. .

　　Han Xingjing had an idea that she herself felt very mysterious. This agarwood inlaid with snow jade is a virtual space, and there is everything she wants in this space.

　　 Han Xingzhen thought this experience was a bit bizarre, she didn't dare to sleep anymore, took out the history book from her bag and began to read aloud.

　　 Back to the dormitory, Han Xingzhen walked to the desk and turned over the father's review materials on the desk. The questions he had done in his dream on the subway appeared neatly on the materials on the desk.

　　 "Yuan Yuan, have you been in the dormitory tonight?" Han Xingzhen asked unbelief.

　　 Jia Yuanyuan nodded, "Yes, what's the matter?"

　　 "Have you ever gone out?"

　　 "After eating more than seven o'clock, I went to the first floor and threw a rubbish, bought a happy water, up to ten minutes before and after."

　　 "Always reading?" Han Xingjin asked again.

　　 Jia Yuanyuan was a little embarrassed this time, "No, I played two games, just two."

　　 Han Xingxuan looked at Jia Yuanyuan's guilty conscience, he was a little cute, "Hahaha, it's okay, I need to combine work and rest."

　　 So ~www.novelmt.com~ The question I wrote in my dream appeared here. The virtual space not only wants time to be static to the outside, but also communicates with the outside.

　　 Looking at the questions that took two hours to complete, Han Xingzhen felt like he was cheating.

　　 After washing, she corrected the questions in the dream, Jia Yuanyuan was already sitting on the bed, yawning after another.

　　 "Xiao Jin, you are studying and going to class this day, and you are still on the road for two hours. Aren't you tired?"

　　 Han Xingzhen never admits that he was almost tired and crying on the subway. Looking at the time, it was indeed time for him to go to bed. Although he didn't feel as tired as usual, he still had to sleep.

　　Han Xingzhen was lying on the bed, listening to Jia Yuanyuan's gradually steady breathing in the dark, he held Yuhuang on his chest again.

　　 This time nothing happened except to feel the warmth of Yuhuang.

　　 Han Xing was puzzled, what the **** was going on.

　　 While thinking about it, Han Xingzhen also fell asleep.

　　 In his sleep, Han Xingzhen seemed to see a thin old man in a Taoist robe, and he smiled and said, "Someone is destined."

　　 Han Xingxun frowned and did not answer, this adventure is a bit weird.

　　 "Child, I am your master."

　　Han Xingzhen still didn't respond. She didn't apprentice to learn art, and neither did the master. Where did she come from?

　　 The old Taoist wanted to accept her back then, but she refused. The old Taoist still talked about her for a long time because she had a sense of destiny and no heart.

　　 "My child, if you receive the magical instruments of my Dao Sect, it will be my Dao Sect person."

What? Is it yours if you take things? Then return your stuff.

　　 "Dharma artifacts are for recognizing the Lord, and not everyone can hold them."

　　 mean I can't get rid of it yet? Han Xing thought.