Since the age of eighteen, Fei Yiban dreamed of buying a racing car, carrying blonde and blue-eyed legs to the Silverstone track at a speed of lightning.

Then have another mixed-blooded twin.

When a girl is trained to become a supermodel, the boy will inherit his excellent genes slightly and just be a F1 racer and play with it.

From the true thoughts in my heart, Biography Feiyi wanted to pretend that he didn't hear him and left directly.

But my steps stopped first.

Nothing else.

Just because of this voice, like many people I met for the first time when I was a child, there was no tone of his last name.

The habit of accumulating small things made Fei Yi subconsciously want to remind him kindly.

What to do now?

I've stopped and left without saying a word. Isn't it a bit inappropriate?

How can any behavior be inappropriate for a woman who has grown up and ruined him?

After a second pause, Fei Yiban still implemented the best decision to leave.

He walked faster and faster, and the steps he followed became faster and faster.

Even if he didn't turn his head, he could notice that someone followed him step by step.

After chasing this all the way, I don’t say anything, I don’t say anything, I don’t say anything, and I don’t say anything, and the ghost is like a shadow. What’s going to make a fuss?

Is it true that he is going to pay for the egg?

The expressions of Fei Yi's group of people were stinging all the way, and cracks began to appear at this time.

He had already decided to leave Yijia Village without taking a trace of clouds.

Now, I had to turn around unplanned.

Perhaps the presupposed personality and the real personality broke out in Feiyi's body.

A simple turn action was made to replay the effect of slow motion by him.

"Mr. Fei, if you are not satisfied, please mention it. We will do our best to make the difference until you are satisfied." The girl with a girl's face and a girl's voice smiled and expressed her sincerity again.

This is a very innocent smile.

It was like a guru who looked at it, and it was impossible for him to look down at the drawer sincerity.

While talking, the girl hid a piece of A4-sized head-up paper behind her.

The printed red [Yijia Village Committee] on the head is printed.

The classic Song style and yellowed paper are obviously derived from the last century.

The words on the paper are brand new.

The main body of these characters is neat black pen characters, with many blue annotations in the blanks.

These blue marks are mixed with several key tips with red lines.

It's dense, and I wish I could leave a gap.

Contemporary college students, when they meet good teachers who are extrajudicial and are allowed to bring a handwritten copy into the examination room, few of them can organize the key points of the examination so carefully.

Two minutes ago, the village committee director handed the head-up paper carrying the [Hope of the Whole Village] into her hands as if he was teaching peerless martial arts secrets.

He also said that if this matter is done, he can be relieved of what she has done before.

But what did she do that needs to be investigated?

Apart from leaving for three years without saying hello, has she done anything that both humans and gods have indignated?

This was obviously something she did once at the age of thirteen, so what's so great about doing it again?

I can't tell why, Fei Yiban didn't like the bright smile that was hanging on the girl's face on the egg.

Not that it's not good-looking.

If you have to say something wrong, it is that it is too innocent.

It was so innocent that he felt more like pretending than he was now.

There shouldn't be such a smile on the face of an adult.

There is nothing else, it’s just unhappy to watch.

"I think you should check the dictionary first." Fei Yiban said coldly.

Because he is still 22 years old and his skin is better than that of ordinary people, no matter how hard he tries, he cannot squeeze out a trace of the intimidating Sichuan character pattern.

Although I don’t know why Fei Yi’s group said such words, the girl with a girl’s face and a girl’s voice still seamlessly connected his words: “Yes, yes, yes, Chinese culture is profound. Please give me some advice.”

After saying that, she clasped her fists at Feiyi.

The innocent expression and the young hero's movements reveal a strange harmony in the strangeness.

For a moment, it seemed that it wasn't that annoying again.

"Do you call me Mr. fěi, do you think I look like a bandit?" Fei Yi team deliberately lowered his voice.

"How is this possible? Mr. Fei is obviously a highly intellectual elite with great literary talent." The girl specially added the surname of Fei Yi's group to the praise of the words.

It is said that this can bring people closer.

"The literary talent is naturally fěi, that is the pronunciation of Fei in idioms. When you are a surname, you should pronounce the first tone, fēi. There were records of this surname in the Spring and Autumn Period."

After saying that, Fei Gaozhi Elite Class 1 turned around and left with a sinister face.

So, [it is said to be a liar] may be a liar.

The Egg Girl was not discouraged by this.

While saying, "I will go back and check the only Cihai in our village later."

While he quickly ran to the front of Feiyi Group, he had no words to say: "If you can record the Spring and Autumn Period, you must be a wonderful and graceful person."

Class Feiyi looked at the girl who blocked her way and pulled the corners of her mouth a little far-fetchedly.

This too bright smile made people feel bored and inexplicably aroused a sense of disgust.

Sure enough, this is a girl who grows in the opposite of his aesthetic.

"It's a slave." Fei Yiban said unhappy.

"..." There was a second speechless expression on the girlish face.

Generally speaking, no one is proud of their ancestors being slaves, right?

This is why, she is so wonderful and graceful as soon as she opens her mouth.

So, [usually] may also be a liar?

"During the Spring and Autumn Period, there was a man named Fei Bao in Jin State. He was the first slave in Chinese history, with a clear record, and was liberated." Fei Yi cleared his throat.

He crossed his hands in front of his chest, and his index finger on his right hand tapped the elbow of his left hand one after another.

Calm movements and light expressions.

Perhaps only adjectives like [maturity, rigorous and steady] can interpret his expression at this moment.

The girl recalled the [check] that she had not finished reading at a glance at ten lines.

It was indeed a sight that the village committee director used a red pen to circle Fei, but she had not had time to read it.

The village chief said that this person was related to [the hope of the whole village] and asked her to take it down no matter what.

However, when the village chief handed her the document bag, the person carrying [the hope of the whole village] had already decided to leave.

If she hadn't bumped into the door when she entered the door, the generations of descendants of [China's First Liberated Slave] had to be cleaned up before she could leave, and she might not even have the chance to read the [check].

The village chief made the [check], which was completely illogical, and she didn't know where to start recording.

Even if she has magical skills that she never forgets, it is impossible for her to imagine others' preferences without finishing reading it.

Fortunately, she always remembered some key information with her extraordinary eyesight.

"Mr. fēi has lived abroad for so many years and still has such a deep understanding of the history of the Spring and Autumn Period. It really makes me ashamed. No wonder Mr. Fei was able to go to Oxford University, but I could only go to Niuzhuang College." The girl said with the key points in the content she had read.

"Oxford Brooks." Ferry lowered his voice again and again.

He pre-selected a 360-degree, stable character with no blind spots for himself.

From sound, to body shape, to pace frequency, all of them are within the range he sets.

The girl who was still trying to recall the content of the cheat sheet did not understand the purpose of Oxford Brooks for a while.

"What's wrong with Oxford cloth, Mr. fēi?" She focused on the tone of her last name.

The sage said that knowing mistakes can improve no matter how much.

[Saint Lord] It’s impossible that he is also a liar, right?

Class Fei Yi was so angry that he turned to a question seriously: "Is there only one college in Niuzhuang?"

"Well……"
To be continued...