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Luo Yao felt a chill when he heard his friend's words, "Who would love a hypocritical piranha?"

Luo Yao wanted to tell his friends about Xu Zhen's evil deeds, but when he thought about himself, he looked a little lonely, "Forget it, you won't understand."

How could a flower that grows and is watered by love understand his compromise under the stick?

This time he came in second place in the exam. My parents should be satisfied. His score was higher than Xu Zhen's.

He should no longer be beaten with an iron rod just because he lags behind Xu Zhen.

Zhao Qi couldn't help but laugh. This was not love. Regarding Xu Zhen, Luo Yao had never insulted her with more filthy words except hypocrisy.

He wanted to say something, but found that there seemed to be some bruises on Luo Yao's shoulders. He couldn't help but pull Luo Yao's collar open. The bruises were shocking. His pupils shrank and he couldn't help asking: "Who did it?"

How dare someone dare to provoke his friend Zhao Qi?

Not wanting his friends to see the injury, Luo Yao pulled up his collar uncomfortably and said with an unnatural expression, "I accidentally dropped it."

Did you accidentally drop it? Can it fall like this?

Zhao Qi, who had been fighting since childhood, didn't believe it, but Luo Yao didn't tell him no matter how he asked. In the end, Zhao Qi looked at Luo Yao's unnatural expression. Could it be because of Xu Zhen?

That's what he thought and asked. Luo Yao didn't say yes or no, but his face turned a little more ugly.

I don’t know since when, when he failed the test, Xu Zhen would give his father a more convenient punishment tool.

When Xu Zhen failed in the exam, he also carefully selected beautiful and exquisite punishment tools for Xu Zhen.

He and Xu Zhen have been compared since childhood because they were born on the same day.

The source of comparison can be traced back to the previous generation. Xu's father and his father were also born on the same day and lived in the same community. They started competing from the day they were born until they married and had children.

The same was true for him and Xu Zhen. Xu Zhen started learning foreign languages ​​at the age of two, so his father hired two foreign teachers for him.

When Xu Zhen was three years old, he started going to the laboratory to see autopsies with his father. His father put him on the death bed when he was three years old.

So from the time he could remember, he believed that Xu Zhen was his lifelong enemy. If he didn't defeat him, his father would never be proud of him.

No way, Luo Yao actually fought for Xu Zhen. Was he fighting Mr. Huo? His brother is so brave, Zhao Qi thought, patted Luo Yao's shoulder with pity, and said sincerely: "It's not shameful to lose to Mr. Huo, don't be sad."

Luo Yao felt baffled and left his friends. He was going to get things from the school gate and then hand them over to Aunt Su.

If Xu Zhen knew Luo Yao's true thoughts, he would definitely sneer at it. Luo Yao was beaten by his father and his mother complained. She did not dare to vent her resentment on her parents, so she transferred it to her, an outsider.

If she hadn't failed the exam in the second grade and was set up by Luo Yao, her father would never have thought of letting her kneel in the courtyard.

Luo Yao had embarrassed her by kneeling in the courtyard all night while people were coming and going. Of course she wanted to take revenge and go back. She was not a naughty person who could be manipulated by others.

Xu Zhen saw a message from her mother saying that she would arrive later. She put away her phone and looked calm.

Taking her schoolbag, she went to the utility room on the fifth floor. Xu Zhen, the president of the student union, had the key to the utility room. After opening the utility room door with familiarity, she walked to the corner, uncovered the black cloth, and uncovered the black cloth. , is a mirror covered with cracks.

There are complex patterns on the frame that Xu Zhen cannot understand, like ancient magic described in novels. How can there be any magic in modern society?

But since the things reflected in the mirror happened one after another in reality, Xu Zhen couldn't help but think more about it.

She saw the mirror showing that today, she would make her mother wait at the door for a while because she helped the girl who was bullied by Qiao Qin.

Her mother was not angry because she wasted her time. She thought she had forgotten the time while reading and asked her to combine work and rest.

On the way, my mother asked her about her grades, but she didn't let her know. She felt that the surprise should be opened as a family.

Finally, she couldn't help it and told her mother that she only got third place this time.

Her mother took a week off to tutor her in her homework. She actually only got third place in the exam, and was overtaken by Luo Yao, who had always been inferior to her. Unable to control her anger, she asked her to get off the bus.

She encountered a demonstration by orcs and was injured. When she returned home, she was told by the housekeeper that her parents did not want to see her and asked her to kneel in the yard.

Xu Zhen looked at what was happening in the mirror. Every face was so real. She couldn't help but touch Qiao Qin's face with her hand.

Qiao Qin didn't really think of her as a goddess, Qiao Qin thought of her as an exquisite doll in the window.

Once the doll violates the owner's will, it will be ruthlessly abandoned.

So did her parents.

Xu Zhen didn't feel sad. She looked at herself in the mirror and thought about how she could avoid ending up in such a miserable situation.

With his fingers on Huo San's face, the powerful young master was one of the murderers who pushed for her death.

Xu Zhen left the utility room and went downstairs when she heard crying in the corridor, occasionally mixed with a few insults. She paused without stopping.

I carried my schoolbag and left the school without being late.

She walked to the familiar car, and the door opened. The researcher's mother was sitting on the seat reading a newspaper. Xu Zhen called her mother and got in.

Su Tang entered the name of a restaurant at the destination. Xu Zhen couldn't help but be a little surprised when he saw his mother's actions. This was different from what was recorded in the mirror.

Su Tang looked at her well-behaved and beautiful daughter with a smile. Her hair was draped softly behind her back. Her eyes were black and white, round and cute, and her skin was fair and delicate. It could be seen that she had been carefully cared for.

This is her daughter in this life, Xu Zhen.

He is also the protagonist of Meng Po's novel "Flowers of Hell". The story written by Meng Po is very interesting, but after coming to this world, Su Tang only felt distressed when he saw the girl in front of him.

This is her daughter. How could her daughter live in such misery?

"Mom, aren't you going home?"

Xu Zhen suddenly wanted to tell him his grades in advance. It was better to get off the bus at the school gate than to be left in the middle of the road.

Originally he planned to go home and talk about it, but when he thought of the iron whip engraved with jasmine flowers and the wooden stick with the fragrance of jasmine flowers, Xu Zhen thought that it would be better to abandon her at the school gate.

After leaving her behind, she went to Luo's house to beat up Luo Yao.

"If you don't go home, go to the restaurant first. You have worked hard to study. Now that you are in your second year of high school, the weekly quizzes make you very stressed. Don't you always like the steak in this restaurant? It's rare that you have time today, so go and eat it. "

Xu Zhen smiled when he heard the gentle voice and said "Hello" obediently.

Xu Zhen thought that no one would know that the gentle and kind-hearted graduate student Su was almost harsh towards his daughter. He was smiling one second and delivering painful punishments the next.

No one knows that the tolerant and generous president of Seungdeok High School suppresses a monster in his heart.

She and her mother are equally hypocritical, no wonder they are mother and daughter.