Supernatural Rebirth Genius Girl Diviner

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"Good morning, sister!"

Yang Zimei pushed the door and went out. When she saw Yang Zixi, she greeted her sweetly, and her eyes were free of yesterday's fears, but she was more determined.

Yang Zimei touched her head happily, exclaimed with a thumbs up, "Zixi you are so strong!"

"That is necessary, because I am your sister!"

Yang Zimei raised his head slightly proudly, "And I believe that with her sister, don't be afraid of anything."

"What are you afraid of?" The mother listened to the conversation between them, feeling inexplicable.

"Shh!" Zixi made a pair of fingers towards Zimei, and the two blinked, and then tongued out together, "Nothing, this is the secret between our sisters."

"Really, you are my daughters. What secrets can't I know?" Huang Xiuli rolled her eyes, so she didn't investigate, let them eat breakfast by themselves, and then hurried out to continue decorating the shop.

After finishing breakfast in a hurry, Yang Zimei sent Zixi to school before turning to his own Nancheng Middle School.

It won't be long before I meet Murong Yan and her follower Lan.

As soon as they saw her, the aura changed immediately.

Murong Yan looked at her coldly, and Lan Qing stepped forward and stopped her. "Yang Zimei, stop me."

Yang Zimei looked up slightly and asked indifferently, "reason?"

"Murong Yan has something to tell you." She was shot coldly by her eyes, and Lan Qing couldn't help shrinking her neck and looking at Murong Yan.

Mu Rongyan stepped forward, looking arrogant like a peacock, and a pair of beautiful apricot eyes stared at Yang Zimei with jealousy.

"I'm sorry, I never know what is acquaintance." Yang Zimei said faintly, a touch of sarcasm raised at the corners of his lips.

"you……"

Mu Rongyan was furious, biting her silver teeth and threatened, "Yang Zimei, don't force me to shoot."

"Then I would like to see, what exactly is your shot." Yang Zimei's sarcasm on his face became stronger.

Mu Rongyan raised her hand, and suddenly caught a glimpse of the white shadow of the rider on the street corner, her eyes blinked, she slaped her hand on her cheek, and then covered her cheek, aggrieved, tearful "You ... why did you hit me? Even if you don't like me and Min Gang together, you can't hit me like that?"

Lan Zhiqing deserved to be her attendant and dead party. She immediately understood her intentions and shouted out, "Oh, Yang Zimei, you are too much. How can you hit Murong Yan? Min Gang is not you Yes, why are you only allowed to like him and not allowed to be liked by others? "

She shouted, and students passing by gathered around to see the excitement.

Mu Rongyan also intentionally exposed the beaten cheek.

Everyone saw a bright red five-fingerprint on her white and tender cheeks, and they all took a breath and looked at Yang Zimei with a reproachful look.

"How can you hit someone? Too much."

"Min Gang and Mu Rongyan have always been recognized by our Southern High School. It doesn't count as a little three, but they still hit people."

...

Everyone talked.

Yang Zimei looked at the scene with amusement. She did not expect that Murong Yan would play such a cliche.

At this time, Min Gang came over on a bicycle and asked in confusion: "What happened?"