My imagination has come true

Wang Xiaoru's heart was pounding and she stared at the sky with burning eyes.

"Lord God, may I ask who I am? Did I have any connection with the fairies in my previous life?"

Her voice was trembling slightly, and she was inexplicably nervous, but Siming Shenjun didn't even look at her, and still talked about Wang Yingjie's thesis with great interest. Shenjun's face clearly showed no arrogance at all, but at this moment, Wang Xiaoru, however, felt cold all over her body and felt unspeakably uncomfortable.

Even being mocked with contempt is better than being ignored like this.

Mu Qingyun: "..."

Everything on the screen is just a movie, the dialogue is all under control, and the dubbing is under her control. If the young heroine wants to add a scene rashly, she has to be given time to adjust her role.

Wang Xiaoru's face gradually turned pale and bloodless.

Li Yi, the Marquis of Anguo, arrived in a hurry and was speechless for a moment. He gritted his teeth and stepped forward to hold his wife's shoulders. He endured the scolding and only whispered comfort.

"Xiaoru, are you having a nightmare again? Don't be afraid. What kind of person is my cousin? How can I care about you?"

These days, he loves his wife very much. Even if it is very embarrassing at the moment, it is impossible for her to stand down in front of so many people.

Although he didn't understand what Xiaoru was causing trouble!
Mu Qingyun's eyes changed, but he finally made some temporary changes and added a few lines.

Above the sky, Siming Shenjun slowly read the paper written by Wang Yingjie and the others, then glanced at Wang Xiaoru and chuckled: "You do have some debts, but they are not as good as those of our sister Qingyun and our sister Qingyun." To the point where you care about it.”

"It's true that there is a little bit of the scent of monsters on him. I don't know where he came from. He didn't know the rules. He took advantage of the loopholes of time and ran around. By the way, he brought you back to the past along the long river of time. This chance Although there are some, they are really rare. After all, the world where our Qingyun lives is not like a sieve where cats and dogs can be controlled at will regardless of where they come from."

Siming Shenjun laughed and said, "Little girl, I'll teach you to be a good boy, stay calm and don't make trouble. Those of us who don't like to meddle in other people's business can just do it. If any old-fashioned god bumps into you, you will be beaten to the eighteenth grade." I will interrogate you ten or eight times in the hell, and then send you to reincarnation, regardless of whether you were wronged or not."

Wang Xiaoru shuddered and her eyes widened in disbelief.

"Do not--"

She didn't want to believe it, but the biggest secret in her life was seen through by the person in the sky at a glance. The person in the sky didn't care. Since he didn't even want to look at her, why would he lie?

How dare she not believe it!

Mu Qingyun took a serious look at Wang Xiaoru several times. After all, she was the heroine, so she was still happy to take a look. At this glance, she could see the despair on her face.

Wang Xiaoru broke away from An Guohou, turned around and staggered away. An Guohou was stunned, his mind was in a mess, what does it mean to go back to the past? In an instant, countless images flashed through his mind. After all, they were his bedfellows and had lived together for so long. At some point, An Guohou also felt that his wife was strange.

Let's just say that she saved Sun Sheng, the only son of Zhenbeigong. It was such a coincidence that when she went to the temple to worship Buddha, she did not take the road she usually took. Instead, she admired the scenery of the mountains and forests on the way, and walked to a place she would never normally visit. After wandering around for a long time, he was able to rescue Sun Sheng, who was unconscious due to accidental injuries. Before, Marquis An Guo had never suspected anything. He only believed that his wife was lucky and that many coincidences were not bad things.

There were various other things that happened that seemed coincidental at first glance but very strange when you think about it.

An Guohou suddenly frowned and his eyebrows twitched. He remembered something. Three months ago, Erbao went out to fly a kite. As a result, he accidentally fell off a horse and broke his leg bone. The doctor said that the child might have scars on his legs and feet in the future. Leave some traces.

"..."

He couldn't help thinking that if Xiao Wang had gone back to the past, would she know a lot of things? Did she know that Er Bao was injured?

An Guohou was silent.

He is not a mean person, and he does not seek perfection and blame. He understands in his heart that Xiao Wang has a cold relationship with his children. In the past, he directly said that since the children were given to the Marquis, they would be taken care of by the Marquis and she would not care.

Before they got married, his mother had discussed the children's affairs with him. The original plan was to raise the two eldest sons by herself and entrust the younger daughter to her mother. This approach showed that he did not trust his wife at all. All along, he had always believed in his wife. All feel a little guilty.

But being cold is still cold, she is his wife after all. If she really knew that Erbao would be hurt, how could she not give a few warnings?
In fact, An Guohou also knew that based on the relationship between his wife and children, if she was not determined to save people, no one would take her seriously if she just gave a few reminders. But people are like this, they just like to express their anger. Furthermore, He didn't even feel that he was venting his anger. After all, Wang Xiaoru really wanted to save Erbao, and she would have many ways.

Everyone is close and distant. Wang Xiaoru looks at other people's affairs coldly. An Guohou can find ten thousand reasons for her. He only feels sorry for his wife and does not think she is cold. But when it comes to his own children, An Guohou feels like this in his heart. It's hard to calm down and I can't help but feel angry.

An Guohou reluctantly said politely to Mu Qingyun: "Sorry to trouble my cousin."

After saying a few words, he left in a hurry.

Mu Qingyun looked at the system interface. The plot completion level jumped up a little, and it was close to 100%. She couldn't help but be stunned, but then she understood that the key was the heroine.

The heroine's spirit is gone, and many of the supporting characters who promoted the plot have already had their endings. There is no need for subsequent plots to be staged. Wang Xiaoru ended her magnificent "shit" career ahead of schedule...

Mu Qingyun couldn't help but laugh, turned his head and forgot about the male and female protagonists for the time being. He looked at the children who were still writing furiously and revising their papers with great interest, and walked over to take a look.

In terms of writing, a few children are not up to par. Their writing is dry, with a lot of bad sentences, and it is boring and troublesome to read. But if you look at the detailed information and abundant examples, this is at least as good as a college graduation thesis.

The only problem is that if a paper like this that is full of sky curtains, gods, etc. is placed in universities in later generations, if it wants to pass the test, I am afraid that it must first create a virtual background, change the title, and change the writing method. Otherwise, Regardless of classmates or teachers, they will only laugh and say "good life"!
This must be something that can only be sorted out during the whole life.

Mu Qingyun laughed while reading. His laughter made Wang Yingjie's hair stand up and his heart went crazy. Then he smiled and comforted the children: "The paper is quite qualified. Okay, pack it up and let's go home."

There is still much to do at home.