Pang Jiao: "Please help me calculate how old I can live to be?"

Meng Gui said dedicatedly: "Sister Jiao, there will be a hurdle when you turn 120."

Pang Jiao was extremely surprised: "Can I live to be 120 years old?"

Meng Gui: "No, your grave was dug up."

Zhang Chi: “It makes sense.”

Duan Shigang: “Strongly agree.”

Cui Yu: "Master Meng, accept my bow!"

Pang Jiao tapped the screen angrily: "Meng Gui, let me tell you a fortune too!"

Meng Gui thought to himself, "Son, why are you doing something for my class?"

"Forget it."

Pang Jiao: "I calculate that by September 1st this year, you will suffer a bloody disaster."

Meng Gui was confused: "You said there is, right?"

Pang Jiao: "Because I want to beat you to death!"

…

In the Heba bungalow, the curtains were drawn, and in the dark room, only the computer monitor screen glowed brightly.

Xue Yuantong and Xue Chuchu were crowded on the sofa, and the two girls' dark eyes reflected the light.

Xue Yuantong turned off the screen of his mobile phone, and with a thought in his heart, he said to Xue Chuchu: "Chuchu, I learned fortune telling from my classmates, let me tell your fortune!"

She pinched Xue Chuchu's slender hand, played with it for a while, and said, "Chu Chu, your life has been too miserable!"

Xue Chuchu pursed her lips and said nothing.

Xue Yuantong learned Meng Gui's fortune-telling method before and replied: "But, it doesn't matter, you can endure hardships!"

Xue Chuchu: "...childish"

Xue Yuantong smiled "hehehe".

…

The next morning, Aunt Gu went to Nanshi for a meeting and Chu Chu went to school.

Xue Yuantong washed the sheets and played with Jiang Ning. She raised her head and looked at it for a while and said, "Your hair is so long now~"

"Then let's get a haircut." Jiang Ning said. Although he could use his spiritual power to solve the problem, he occasionally liked to go out on the street to get a haircut.

Xue Yuantong touched her braid and said proudly: "My mother cut all my hair for me!"

Haircuts are very expensive in Yuzhou City. Her family used to have no money. In order to save money on haircuts, Aunt Gu cut her daughter's hair herself.

Even though her family is much better off now, Xue Yuantong still likes to let her mother cut her hair.

"I went to the city to get a haircut." Jiang Ning pushed out the mountain bike from the house.

Xue Yuantong squatted at the door, staring eagerly.

She doesn't know how to ride a bicycle, and the distance between Heba and the city is not close. If there is no public transportation, it will take a long time to walk with her short legs. If she buys something in the city, she has to carry it all the way back.

Therefore, Xue Yuantong has almost no ability to travel alone now and can only rely on his mother or Jiang Ning.

Jiang Ning patted the back seat: "Hurry, lock the door, let's go."

Xue Yuantong happily got into the car and thought, 'He really won't leave me alone.'

After crossing the dam, Jiang Ning opened his consciousness and chose a barber shop with a clean environment.

There was only the proprietress in the store, she was about thirty-five or six years old, she was dressed fashionably and had dyed purple hair.

"Cut it short and trim it again," Jiang Ning said.

Every time he cuts his hair, it's very simple. He just needs to trim it. He doesn't perm, dye or apply for a credit card. The boss can't make him much money.

The landlady looked at Xue Yuantong and asked, "Do you want to cut it too?"

Xue Yuantong sat on the chair and waved his hands quickly: "No, no, I won't cut it, only him."

The landlady washed Jiang Ning's hair, put on a hairdresser's scarf, and found a topic to chat about:

"Your sister? She's quite cute."

Xue Yuantong was about to deny it, but in the next second, Jiang Ning responded: "Yes, even though she looks cute, she is usually very naughty."

Xue Yuantong puffed up his face and felt unconvinced, "Aren't you just one year older than me? You take advantage of me every day!"

When one day she grows taller than Jiang Ning, she will definitely regain her status!

The boss lady used scissors to cut her hair.

Xue Yuantong held her chin in a daze. She had a very rich imagination. When she had her hair cut before, she couldn't help but imagine that if the barber was a killer and suddenly stabbed her with scissors halfway through the haircut, how would she deal with it?

Xue Yuantong thought of countless ways, but found that there was no way to deal with it.

So every time Xue Yuantong gets a haircut, he must find a barber who doesn't look like a killer.

Later, Chu Chu told her that the less a person looks like a killer, the more likely he is a killer.

Xue Yuantong's method failed, and she began to be afraid again. Later, Chuchu said, 'Our family is very poor, why would the killer assassinate us?"

The landlady looked at the little girl through the reflection in the mirror: "Your sister is quite young. Has she gone to junior high school?"

The boss lady's words instantly brought Xue Yuantong back to reality. She felt slighted. She was in her second year of high school!

She was even suspected of not going to junior high school? Does she look that childish?

She instinctively wanted to refute, but in order not to embarrass the landlady, Xue Yuantong had no choice but to let her say:

"I'm in my first year of junior high school at the beginning of school. Alas, I don't want to go to junior high school."
Chapter completed!