"Ding," the microwave stopped rotating.
Cui Wenyan got up, took out the plate inside, served the rice, and started eating it with the leftover dishes from last night that had just been heated.
Cui Wenyan is seventeen this year and is now a second-year student at City No.1 High School.
But when she was in middle school, her parents passed away, and she has been living alone ever since. What her parents left her was this villa and a large sum of money, but the money was put into savings and managed by a lawyer who sends her a monthly living allowance on ti.
Her parents were not ordinary people, but legendary Ghost Hunters and senior mbers of the Heavenly Master Association. They sacrificed themselves in an operation to round up the Ghost King. She received a large condolence fund, but she didn’t even want this money, she just wanted her parents back.
She cried, she protested, but to no avail.
Her beloved parents would never return.
They also left her a bracelet, an ordinary bracelet with a small bell that couldn’t make any sound.
This is her most cherished possession.
After touching the bracelet habitually, Cui Wenyan sighed. Ah, hurry up and eat, there’s still howork to do after this. So of the questions she completely couldn’t understand, and others she clearly morized yesterday but almost forgot today. Her grades have always been at the bottom of her class, and she doesn’t want that either; she’s desperate too, but what can she do?
Next year will be senior year, and with these grades, she doesn’t even know if she can get into college.
Should she also go for tutoring sessions?
But it seems like tutoring doesn’t have much effect.
She can rember those questions at the ti, but after a night’s sleep, those questions recognize her but she doesn’t recognize them anymore.
And English is even more frustrating; she picks choices based solely on preference. She plagiarizes reading comprehension for her essays.
She’s the legendary academic slacker, so slack that she couldn’t be worse.
The class teacher is quite nice to her, knowing about her complicated family situation; he has always paid close attention to her and encouraged her, but she really can’t improve.
An academic slacker is just a slacker. If it were a broken piece, it could be pieced together, but how do you piece together this kind of slack?
Forget it, just eat first, eat. For the unsolvable questions, she could search online for answers later. Perhaps with repeated viewing, she’ll understand? Cui Wenyan comforted herself.
She hadn’t finished eating and the doorbell rang.
"Who?" Cui Wenyan opened the door lock video and looked outside as she asked.
"Wenyan, it’s us." Outside stood three elders with an immortal-like deanor. The one standing at the front was sowhat familiar to Cui Wenyan; it was Vice President Zhou Zhenghao of the Heavenly Master Association, who occasionally called to check on her. After her parents passed away, this person gave her a lot of help.
The other two, she had also seen before. At her parents’ funeral, both had been there. One was Ma Dong, the President of the Heavenly Master Association, and the other was Vice President Wu Zhongyuan.
Cui Wenyan opened the door and welcod the three in.
"Hello, Uncle Zhou, Uncle Ma, Uncle Wu." Cui Wenyan greeted politely, "Please co in. I’ll go make so tea, but please wait a mont; I need to boil the water."
"Ah, no need, let’s talk inside." Ma Dong waved his hand, smiling.
"Then please co in," Cui Wenyan found it a bit strange; today wasn’t any special occasion. Since her parents’ passing, Ma Dong and Wu Zhongyuan hadn’t visited. What could it be today?
After the three sat down, Zhou Zhenghao showed a kind smile: "Wenyan, is there any difficulty in life or studies recently? If you have any trouble, you should promptly tell ."
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