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Chapter 88, Interstellar garbage workers (10)

Lingyang City.

How many people have a holy place in their minds.

Imperial Military University, the attached middle school also has No. [-] Middle School, No. [-] Middle School, No. [-] Middle School and No. [-] Middle School.

The first middle school is considered a direct descendant, the second middle school is a direct descendant of Lingyang City, and the third middle school and later are like stepmothers.

Zha Yuan is proud that she can get in touch with the circle of Lingyang City when she works in No. [-] Middle School.

Although doing odd jobs, what kind of character design should I be when I report to the freshmen on the first day?

Everyone else is busy, intervening like Zha Yu, every year is neither too much nor too little.

No matter where you are, you can break the rules if you have the ability.

Huo Qinghua and Zha Yu are very disciplined, and they promise not to affect the appearance of the city or bring down No. [-] Middle School.

Standing in line, Huo Qinghua looked at Zha Yuan, speechless.It's not that Yuanjialu is narrow or someone is playing a prank, but it's time to settle accounts?

Huo Qinghua weighed it up and looked up at her son, did she think so?

Mother can, but son can't. He needs to make a good impression in school.

Cha Yu disdains, what a good impression.

Huo Qinghua had no idea.My son is so outstanding that he has attracted a lot of attention. The female teacher is so shy and coquettish. Hey, Cha Yu is underage!
I can only blame my son for being too good and mature, just like Huo Qinghua, with a tender face and an adult heart.

Cha Yu is the real kid, but grew up in a junkyard and can use precocious wisdom.

It may also be that the talent is so strong, bullying his own mother.

Zha Yuke has never disliked her mother's scumbag talent, no matter how scumbag she is, there is nothing she can do about it, right?

What's more, talent can be scum, and mother is not scum. Only Zha Yu understands how good she is.

Therefore, even if the whole world is scum, Zha Yu must do better like his mother.

It's Zha Yu's turn, and the information is easy to look up with an optical brain.

Huo Qinghua signaled her son to step back, look at his mother, pointed at a child next to him, and smiled sweetly: "Can I change it?"

The girls are confused, they line up in their own teams, is it necessary?
It is very necessary, Huo Qinghua explained to everyone: "She is too ugly, she will definitely hurt me. You are a little fairy, and her ability can't hurt me. Excuse me, can you help me?"

Everyone else is attracted to look at Cha Yuan, too ugly?

Zha Yuan is doing chores very diligently today, and the others are satisfied.

Huo Qinghua is very sure: "She is just pretending. Once this layer of skin is torn off, many students in the school will be hurt."

Some people doubted it.

If you doubt Huo Qinghua, you will naturally also doubt Zha Yuan. After all, there are many people who are different from what they seem.

If it is really bad, then is it not safe for children to be in school?

Zha Yuan stared at Huo Qinghua's face: "Who are you!"

Huo Qinghua's smile was elegant and weird: "Pretending to be so similar? You wanted to kill me at the beginning, but I didn't expect that I didn't die? You are still so capable that you got what you wanted and slept until you were so powerful?"

Zha Yuan yelled, "Stop talking nonsense!"

Huo Qinghua occasionally heard: "You really like your own sister, don't you like men?"

Facing the others, Huo Qinghua was serious: "So, I'm afraid of such an ugly person."

Others believe a little more.

Cha Yuan endured it for so long.

Another teacher came over, not wanting to affect the No. [-] Middle School, and was polite to Huo Qinghua: "I'll register you."

Huo Qinghua naturally called her son.

Cha Yuan was watching, while the others were watching the show.

Some teachers asked Zha Yuan to do odd jobs, and some asked her to stay here. If there is a problem, it is best to find out.

Everyone paid attention to Cha Yu. This child was like a sword, sharp and sharp.

Needless to say, the talent must not be bad, maybe go further.

A teacher hesitated: "Dongwa garbage dump, have you never been to school since childhood?"

Zha Yu was proud: "My mother taught it herself."

The teacher asked, "Who is Lingtang?"

(End of this chapter)