Princess, I am really a good person

Chapter 84 Wrong person

Zhou Mingyi did not expect that thirteen years after graduating from primary school, he would now be sitting in a primary school class in another time and space in another world.

Today Chu Chengfu took him to the school in the town and gave him a comprehensive test paper. After scribbling, they assessed that Zhou Mingyi already had the knowledge level of a third-grade elementary school student, and then he was sent to a third-grade classroom. inside.

He sat in the back row against the wall, looking at the group of chirping and noisy children in the classroom. This scene was both familiar and unfamiliar.

"I have to say that I feel nostalgic, even the seats are exactly the same." Zhou Mingyi recalled the days when he was in elementary school and sat next to the trash can in the corner of the classroom for four years.

But now his deskmate is a little girl with ponytails and a runny nose who is a little dull. During class, he watched her stare blankly at the blackboard with her mouth open.

Although the world has changed, what is taught in school is still the same as the third child, mother tongue, mathematics and common language.

After listening to two lessons on arithmetic within 100, Zhou Mingyi was already a little sleepy and really wanted to skip the next class.

Finally, school ended at noon, and there was already a fourth-grade eldest sister who was one year older than him waiting at the door of the classroom.

Her name was Shu Qing, she was a gentle girl with glasses, and she looked like she would be a study committee member.

Chu Chengfu was afraid that he would not know the way and run around after school, so he specially arranged for someone to take him back.

Shu Qing had an indifferent face and walked in front without saying a word.

Zhou Mingyi organized his words, put on his harmless child face and asked: "Sister Shu Qing, do you know Huang Caicai?"

"What did you ask her for?" Shu Qing looked over with a frown.

"Because she has beautiful hair. This is the first time I have seen a girl with white hair," Zhou Mingyi said, "She looks different from us. Is she of mixed race?"

"Her mother is a foreigner,"

"As expected." Zhou Mingyi thought to himself.

"Then her."

"Do you know that it is very impolite to inquire about other people's family affairs like this?" Shu Qing said with a somewhat unhappy tone.

"Well, I'm just..." Zhou Mingyi was about to explain when he heard Shu Qing say:
  "And Huang Caicai has nothing worthy of praise. She is not good at studies and her character is not good. When she first came here, she thought she was superior because of her natural hair and looked down on us locals. Hmm, I think... Now she deserves to be bullied by those boys,"

"What is she talking about? What was Luo Yuxian like when he was a child?" Zhou Mingyi felt a sense of fragmentation in his heart. If what she said was true, he might have found the wrong person.

She was about to ask more questions, but at this moment Shu Qing changed the subject: "So I told you not to inquire about other people's affairs casually. If you have the energy, it's better to study more and read two more books to stay away from these boring things." Keep things far away..."

She talked nonstop, with a sense of superiority unique to top students in her tone, which made Zhou Mingyi feel dizzy.

At this time, he saw Huang Caicai walking across the road, wearing a hat and lowering his head.

Seeing that Shu Qing was still preaching to herself, Zhou Mingyi turned around and slipped away.

He followed Huang Caicai and was thinking about how to go up to say hello. At this moment, he saw Shi Lei running over from behind with his little follower, and stepped forward to tear off Huang Caicai's hat.

"The white-haired ghost has no hat!" They ran forward laughing.

"Give it back to me quickly!" Huang Caicai chased after him anxiously.

Shi Lei held up his hat high to prevent her from getting it, and then threw the hat to his little follower, and the two of them chased Huang Caicai on the street.

"Want it? Go get it!" Shi Lei finally threw the hat on the tree by the roadside and ran away laughing.

Huang Caicai looked at the hat hanging on the high branch of the tree. She was so anxious that she didn't know what to do and burst into tears.

A figure jumped high in front of her, and when she landed, she was already holding her red knitted hat in her hand.

Zhou Mingyi patted the leaves off the hat and stepped forward to put it on her head. "Your hair is so beautiful, but it's a pity that they won't appreciate it." Zhou Mingyi said to her with a smile.

"You" Huang Caicai looked at the fair-faced boy with red eyes in front of him with wide eyes, and pulled the hat on his head.

"Thank you" she said, bowing her head.

"My name is Xiaokong, and I live in the same foster home as you, but I just came here yesterday," Zhou Mingyi introduced himself.

"My name is Huang Caicai."

"Want to go back together? I'm still a little unfamiliar with the roads here." Zhou Mingyi said.

"Yeah" Huang Caicai hesitated and nodded.

They walked side by side, and Huang Caicai looked up from time to time to look at the boy beside her. This was the first time in a long time that someone of the same age treated her in this way, and he was so good-looking. This made her heart beat uncontrollably. accelerate.

"Xiao Kong, your eyes are red, are you also a mixed race?" Huang Caicai asked.

"That's right. I heard that you only stay with your mother?" Zhou Mingyi asked tentatively.

"Yeah." Huang Caicai nodded, "I haven't seen my parents since I was a child."

When she said this, she lowered her head sadly.

Zhou Mingyi's perception has searched her body, but still can't find the spiritual source crystal.

She should be here at this point in time. Do we have to wait until later to get it? Or is it not with her yet?

Zhou Mingyi said thoughtfully: "Then, did your mother leave anything precious to you?"

"Huh? Precious things? No, but even though mom is very busy at work, she still comes to see me occasionally. That means she is too busy at work, so she can only send me to this ghost place to stay." Huang Caicai said the last sentence almost through gritted teeth, with deep hatred.

Zhou Mingyi was slightly stunned when he saw her like this, and another sense of disobedience arose in his heart.

"May I ask, what is your mother's ethnicity?"

"She is a human being." Huang Caicai looked at him strangely,
  "They all said bad things about me behind my back, saying that I was picked up by my mother. They didn't even know who my father was, but my mother said that my father was a boxer of Osius. He was so handsome and had all the hair all over his body. It’s just muscles, but I’ve just returned to China temporarily. When dad comes back, I must let him teach those who bully me a lesson!”

She looked at Zhou Mingyi: "Do you think my father will come back?"

"Ah yes, yes." Zhou Mingyi laughed dryly.

Now he had a headache and realized that he had indeed found the wrong person, but the characteristics of this little girl and Luo Yuxian were too similar, including hair color, eye color, and life experience.
  A car stopped on the side of the road, and a woman poked her head out of the car and shouted, "Cai Cai!"

"Mom!" Huang Caicai turned around in surprise, and when she saw it was her mother, she quickly ran over.

"I went to the foster care home, and the director said you haven't come back yet. I was too anxious to see you, so I drove right over. I asked for three days off. Can I take you to grandma's house this weekend?"

"Ok!"

Huang Caicai got into the car and followed her mother. She didn't even say goodbye to Zhou Mingyi, leaving him standing alone on the roadside.

However, when Zhou Mingyi saw that her mother did not have the characteristics of a succubus, the possibility that Huang Caicai was Luo Yuxian could be ruled out.

"No. What's wrong with me? Has my body shrunk and my brain shrunk? Her eyes are not heart-shaped," Zhou Mingyi thought in worry as he rubbed his temples.

It always felt like something had been restricting his thinking since he came here, and he began to think in a single thread about many things.

(End of this chapter)