Quick Travel: Love will only affect the speed at which I draw my sword

Zhang Luojia smiled slightly and handed the one hundred yuan bill to Jiang's mother: "Mom, this is what Principal Gao gave me just now. I don't need it for school, so you take it."

Jiang's mother was a little overjoyed when she took the money. She rubbed it twice and put it into her pocket: "You said that the principal of Rengao is a very nice person. He came to see you specially and gave you a hundred yuan. That's okay, that's it. I’ll hold it for you first.”

Zhang Luojia did not refute: "Yes, he also said that as long as I keep going to school, I will get a prize and the scholarship will be much more than this. By the way, Mom, I will not do farm work this afternoon. I will go to the teacher's house to borrow some." Study the semester textbooks first and try to get first place in the exam and bring glory to you and my father."

Jiang's mother, who had just received the money, naturally agreed.

This morning she was trying to save face and respect.

Principal Gao's car was parked outside her yard. She had made enough money to be envied by others, and with this hundred yuan, she had never heard of anyone whose children going to school could make money back.

Zhang Luojia was also very satisfied.

In the future, she does not plan to waste time on housework and farm work. As long as she has money, she can block the complaints and dominance of Jiang's father and Jiang's mother.

Study, only study is the only way out for the original owner.

Principal Gao drove all the way back without even daring to look in the rearview mirror.

He always felt that there were other 'people' besides him in this small car. Just then the manager of the hotel called, and he answered the phone while driving.

"What, it's haunted? Is it true?" Principal Gao's body had goosebumps all over his body. No wonder they had nothing to do to delete any surveillance, and it turned out that this happened.

"It's okay. The girl has returned home. No one was killed. I also gave her instructions. The police won't investigate so much. I'm taking care of it."

After hanging up the phone, Principal Gao was in a daze, but the car continued to drive forward.

'boom--'

Principal Gao quickly braked.

Hit someone?

There was still bright red blood on the glass. His heart was beating like thunder and he stumbled out of the car.

The person who was hit was an old man, dressed in shabby clothes, who was now in a coma.

"Fuck, don't you have eyesight if you are old?" Principal Gao plucked his hair and saw that the area was remote, there was no surveillance, and there were not many other pedestrians coming and going, so evil was born out of fear.

He grabbed the old man and threw him into a nearby trench. He took out a rag and wiped the blood on the car, started the car and drove back all the way.

When he got home, his wife saw him looking haggard and came to care, but he yelled back.

Principal Gao's eyes were scarlet: "Go away, I want to rest, no matter who comes today, don't disturb me!"

His wife was stunned and looked at her always gentle and considerate husband slamming the door shut with tears in her eyes.

Principal Gao locked the door and buried himself on the bed. The cicadas chirping outside made him upset, so he simply pulled the quilt over his head and fell asleep.

Principal Gao's wife sat on the sofa for a long time in embarrassment. She took a rag and started to clean up the housework. She took the time to wipe her tears twice.

Lao Gao, what's going on? What happened? Why is such a good-tempered person so angry today?

"what--"

Principal Gao's wife quickly put down the rag in her hand, and as soon as she ran over, she saw Principal Gao opening the door with a frightened look on his face: "There is a ghost, there is a ghost, please call Master -"

Principal Gao and his wife: The sun is shining brightly outside, who dares to come out? Could it be that her husband is possessed by evil spirits?

Zhang Luojia, who was a hundred miles away, seemed to be aware of it, and a secret smile escaped from the corner of his mouth.

The nightmare talisman has begun to take effect.

This is all foreplay. It's a bit too easy to send you in and have sex with you. If I don't torture you properly, how can I treat those innocent young girls?

Until the beginning of school, Principal Gao did not show up, and Zhang Luojia returned to the school again carrying the original owner's schoolbag.

Different from Qian Jinwen's high-end school, this place is said to be a school, but it is actually just a few large rooms, tattered tables and chairs, and a blackboard that makes people choke when they are wiped.

She has read the second grade textbook of this world in the past few days, and the content is slightly different from other worlds. Based on her reasoning, she even discovered that there were several things wrong with what the teacher said in class.

During the break, she asked her class teacher to skip a grade.

The head teacher is a woman, surnamed Li, less than fifty years old, with a very gentle temper.

Teacher Li pushed up the frame, "It's only been a few days since school started, and you're already thinking about skipping a grade? I know your grades have always been good, but you must not act too hastily."

Zhang Luojia pursed her lips shyly: "Thank you, Teacher Li, for your thoughtfulness, but I don't want to waste too much time. In fact, I have even read the contents of the third grade of junior high school. Time is too precious to me."

It was not that Teacher Li didn't know the situation of her family, so she thought over and over again and found a set of simulation papers from previous years.

"There are eight copies in total. If you can guarantee that you are above the passing mark, I can consider you skipping a grade."

Zhang Luojia agreed and went to the class teacher's office with dry food when school was over at noon.

Because there is only one middle school in several nearby villages, many students are far away from home, and most of them do not go back at noon.

After finishing three times, five and two, Zhang Luojia took out her pencil and started to do the questions. Teacher Li sat next to her with a teapot and watched her writing furiously.

The more I watched, the more surprised I became. This child seemed to solve the problems without thinking. She could even solve the physics problems that she had not been taught for a few days.

Teacher Li's eyes are shining. Is this the treasure that God has rewarded her with?

How many teachers never meet such a talented student in their lifetime? What happened to Jiang Yaping during this summer vacation? How could he have such a large-scale qualitative improvement?

One hour, eight test papers, Zhang Luojia confidently put away the pen.

This is all a matter of pediatrics to her.

"Teacher Li, can I skip a grade?"

Teacher Li couldn't stop laughing: "Yes, yes, that's great!"

I changed classrooms immediately. I was still in the second grade of junior high school in the morning, and rushed to the third grade of junior high school in the afternoon.

The small school was abuzz. Everyone came to ask about Zhang Luojia. Teacher Li always said that this child's IQ was too high.

The same scene appeared half a month later.

Teacher Li saw Zhang Luojia appearing in her office again: "What? Are you skipping a grade?!"

This time, under the personal supervision of the principal, Zhang Luojia wrote nine test papers, including chemistry, and received full marks.

The principal was in disbelief: "You haven't studied physics and chemistry for a month, how can you know both?!"

Zhang Luojia innocently spread his hands: "I don't know. I feel friendly when I see these alphabet symbols, as if I have learned them in my previous life."

Teachers and students gathered around:...

People are so irritating.

Through the efforts of the principal and Teacher Li, Zhang Luojia entered the city's first high school in November.

As they boarded the bus, Mother Jiang could not suppress her pride, but she also complained: "Why do you say you are so good at studying? Really, there is no one to do the work at home, so why study hard in the city?" Ah, save money on the scholarship, your younger siblings are still waiting, they will come back during the holidays."

Passenger in the same car: Killing someone is heartbreaking, right?

Zhang Luojia agreed with a smile, and the bus started slowly. She watched Jiang Mu's standing figure waving her hand gradually move away, and slowly turned into a small black dot.