My imagination has come true

Chapter 62 Influence
Mu Aizhen had a dull face and wept silently.

Outside the house, Sun Xiaomei was also wailing.

Recently, the life of the Mu family is a bit stretched.

Before, Mu Siping's salary was not bad, but Sun Xiaomei is now working as a cashier in a company, and her salary is not low, and there is a large amount of subsidies from the old couple of the Mu family.

Even if you have to enroll your two children in cram schools, interest classes, and send them to school, you can still manage your life well.

Sun Xiaomei also has enough energy to dress herself, her husband and two children beautifully, and keep the house clean.

But ever since Aizhen couldn't stay in No. [-] Middle School and transferred to Wanhua, the living conditions of Mu's family plummeted dramatically.

As a mother, besides going to work, she has to find part-time jobs in various places as much as possible every day, and she is exhausted every day.

So tired, how can I still have the energy to do housework when I go home?Mu Siping is another guy who doesn't take a hand to help when the oil bottle is poured.

This Wanhua Middle School is simply a gold swallowing beast.

If she hadn't thought that there were only three years, she would have been unable to persist.

Sun Xiaomei closed her eyes and tried to convince herself that she would confess Aizhen to study abroad in three years.

Most of Wanhua's students will study abroad.

In the future, if the child returns to China after studying, with a high degree of education, and his classmates are all celebrities, then it will be considered that he has not lost at the starting line.

Sun Xiaomei didn't have the strength to quarrel with Mu Siping, so she sat down slowly, looked up and saw Mu Qingyun's face on TV, her chest was blocked immediately.

After listening to it for a few seconds, Sun Xiaomei's face glowed green and she became dizzy—the top scorer in the college entrance examination! ?Just her!
Why is she?Why is it not her Aizhen, Aibao who is so beautiful?
Sun Xiaomei still thinks of Mu Qingyun as a gray country girl.

She refused to believe that that stinky girl could have such a fate.

To make matters worse, Sun Xiaomei felt that her well-behaved daughter had recently rebelled.

Academic performance is declining all the way, and spending more and more money.

Sun Xiaomei looked at the door of her daughter's room, feeling sad and regretting it for a while.

Shouldn't she let Aizhen go to Wanhua Middle School?

Could it be that in the future life, she will be trapped in the current predicament, unable to escape?

Seeing that the quarrel in the living room finally calmed down, Mu Aizhen took out her mobile phone and hesitated for a while, then sent Gao Xiaowei a WeChat message—can you lend me 2 yuan?
The summer vacation is here, and she wants to go on a trip with her classmates.

2 yuan is not enough, and I have to borrow it again in a few days.

Gao Xiaowei heard Mu Aizhen's exclusive WeChat ringtone, but he was sitting on a chair, motionless.

Every look of Mu Qingyun on the tablet in front of him was full of sarcasm.

Just before the college entrance examination this year, he still used the last 'magic' incense.

He didn't dare to ask for too much. This time, he just took the college entrance examination one year in advance and earnestly asked for the title of the provincial number one scholar in the college entrance examination.

He didn't even tell anyone in the know, he just walked around the streets and alleys of Taoshi with Xiangxiang to gain the trust of strangers.

But——still failed.

He actually only scored 307 points in the test, which is very different from his usual score.

Gao Xiaowei raised his hand to cover his eyes, trembling slightly, his father who was a driver and mother who was a nanny comforted him, saying that he was only a sophomore in high school and he would have a chance next year.

"Chance?"

Gao Xiaowei brushed the tablet off the table, as if awakened from a beautiful dream, leaving only ashes of desolation and helplessness.

There is no chance.

After he got the incense, he had imagined so many beautiful things, from now on, it was all delusions.

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[The progress of the small script "My Boyfriend Can Turn Fakes into Real" is 100%, the script has been settled, and the evaluation is excellent.Settlement reward: 1 stick of refined incense (residual, uncontrollable, please use with caution. Free attribute point +1]

Sun Xiaomei, Mu Aizhen, and Gao Xiaowei, Mu Qingyun who was vomiting blood almost stared at the system, savoring the sunny mood carefully, and couldn't help but smile.

It's finally over!

Gao Moumou's brain is broken, not a normal person, unable to communicate, she really doesn't want to think about this person at all, if she can choose, Mu Qingyun would rather freeze in the snow for three days and three nights than be with him' Intrigue'.

Stretching and moving his lower shoulder blades, Mu Qingyun squinted his eyes and continued to 'shoot arrows'.

That's right, archery.

Still in the boxing gym.

Mr. Qiao happened to go downstairs to drink coffee today, so he stopped by the boxing gym for some archery, and Mu Qingyun followed him to meet the coach.

Qiao Qing's movements are very casual, in stark contrast to the standard standing posture of the coach next to him.

After a while, the coach beckoned and asked Mr. Qiao to go to the small room upstairs to play by himself.

Elite monsters like him who can shoot very accurately with a bow, regardless of whether it is vertical, horizontal, frontal, reversed, with both hands, with one hand, whether looking at the target or not, don't appear, let Xiaomeng Xin They were hit hard.

After a while, Mu Qingyun was also driven into the small room to be with the elite monsters.

She looks obedient and looks like a beginner, but with a bow and an arrow, she is playing like a falling meteor... Ahem, in short, she is not suitable for being with novices.

Let these two beasts play by themselves.

Archery targets are also readily available in the small room.

Mu Qingyun bypassed Mr. Qiao and monopolized the target in the south.

She really likes to play by herself, it's more comfortable and quieter, and she just shot two arrows.

"Accuracy and strength are fine, but not aggressive enough."

Suddenly a calm and unfamiliar voice sounded behind him.

Suddenly, Mu Qingyun's hairs exploded, her pores tingled slightly, and there was a bang in her ears, her muscles almost couldn't help tensing up, she instinctively calmed down, and shot the remaining eight arrows one by one with steady hands .

Draw a small and exquisite circle on the target, the circle is very round, just looking at it, it seems to be able to see how calm the archer is.

The person behind smiled and said nothing more. Mu Qingyun picked up the water glass and turned around naturally.

The other party was a 24-year-old young man with a flat head, thick eyebrows and big eyes, and a very upright appearance. He was wearing a traditional costume of the Ming Dynasty, which was obviously complicated, but it made him look clean and neat.

She couldn't tell from the outside at all, the sense of crisis that made her shudder just now, as if seeing a natural enemy, was given to her by this man.

The young man nodded at Mu Qingyun: "Old Master Mu will celebrate his birthday next month, and I will be waiting at Mu's house with a beating."

Mu Qingyun: "??"

After the man finished speaking, he smiled and unhurriedly went downstairs and left the boxing gym.

Only then did Mu Qingyun let out a small breath.

"Fang Heng has really returned to China. Classmate Mu, classmate Mu, you are young and capable. You dare to provoke Fang Zhilong. Tsk, come to me, please?"

Mu Qingyun turned his head, and it was a young man with red hair who was speaking at this moment. He had a face that didn't look like a good person at first glance. His hair was slightly blown up, and his face was slightly pointed.

"Fang Zhilong? Who?"

Mu Qingyun raised his eyebrows, feeling a little helpless in his heart.

He was obviously sent here by the coach to shoot arrows alone, so why can all kinds of bulls, ghosts and demons come out?

"Who?"

The redhead staggered suddenly, almost falling to the ground.He stared at Mu Qingyun for a few moments, then looked at Qiao Qing, and gave a thumbs up: "Okay, cow, then I'm looking forward to the wonderful duel between Mu and Fang Heng."

"Tsk, the successor of the Buping Sword is the candidate for the successor of the Shangmu family. This will probably be the only major event in the world in the second half of the year."

(End of this chapter)