After the real daughter is reborn, she is beautiful

"Aren't you still resting? I've fallen to third place in the class."

Lin Ya looked at the happy appearance of An's family, and said coolly.

What An Yueyang cared most about was An Rou's grades, but whenever An Rou dropped one place, he felt that An Rou was ashamed of giving it to him and the An family.

As long as Lin Ya reveals the fact that An Rou's grades have dropped, then An Yueyang will not be so easy to talk about.

When An Rou heard Lin Ya's words, her eyelids twitched, and she suddenly felt something was wrong.

She glanced at An Yueyang out of the corner of her eye, and as expected, An Yueyang's face had turned dark.

"No. 3?"

An Yueyang's tone suddenly turned up. He looked at An Rou, and then asked:

"Rourou, what's going on? Why did your grades drop so much?"

Alarm bells rang in An Rou's heart, she clutched her forehead vainly and said:
"I was not feeling well during the mock test two days ago, so I didn't perform well..."

"Didn't you just say that you caught a cold during physical education class today? Why did it become two days ago?"

Lin Ya lowered her eyes and listened to An Rou's lies full of loopholes, and retorted while picking up the fishbone in the bowl slowly.

Listening to Lin Ya's voice, An Rou felt her temples throbbing.

She really wanted to go over and give Lin Ya two slaps to make Lin Ya shut up, but she couldn't.

"I was uncomfortable the first two days, but I felt even more uncomfortable after the physical education class today."

An Rou explained gently, she looked at An Yueyang, praying that An Yueyang would believe in herself.

"Take your temperature and you'll know."

The corners of Lin Ya's mouth rose slightly, and a smile flashed in her eyes.

"Yeah, let's take your temperature!"

Fang Lingrong was worried that An Rou's cold would get worse, so she quickly took out the medicine box from the cabinet and took out two thermometers from it.

One of the mercury thermometers is used to measure armpit temperature, and the other temperature gun can quickly measure forehead temperature.

Fang Lingrong carefully clamped the mercury thermometer to An Rou.

An Rou half pushed and half agreed, but in the end she couldn't resist Fang Lingrong's concern.

Her heart was beating like a beating, and she only used a hot water bottle to apply to her forehead, she was afraid that An Yueyang would notice something, her eyes could not stop wandering, but she didn't dare to look at An Yueyang.

Fang Lingrong didn't notice An Rou's strangeness at all. She picked up the rapid temperature gun and pointed it at An Rou's forehead. As soon as she pressed it down, the temperature gun sounded a rapid alarm.

This is the sound that only people with fever can have. Fang Lingrong quickly checked the temperature displayed on the temperature gun.

47 degrees four!
Fang Lingrong was slightly taken aback, why is it so hot?

"how many degree?"

Looking at Fang Lingrong's expression, An Yueyang didn't know whether the temperature was high or low, so he frowned and asked.

"47 degrees four."

Fang Lingrong took another look at the temperature gun and told An Yueyang the result after making sure that he was not mistaken.

"With such a hot forehead, people are afraid that they will be stupid if they don't die."

Lin Ya looked at Fang Lingrong's slightly flustered look, and then at An Rou's flushed forehead, and wanted to laugh.

It was obvious that it had just been applied with something hot. How could a normal person have such a high temperature.

"Can't you just say a few words less?"

An Yueyang was in a bad mood, and after hearing that An Rou's grades had dropped to third in the class, his mood fell to the bottom.

Seeing Lin Ya's look of watching the excitement without taking too much trouble, the accumulated anger finally exploded.

Ignoring Lin Ya any more, he snatched the temperature gun from Fang Lingrong's hand, and measured An Rou's forehead temperature himself.

47 degrees two.

The temperature is really not right.

Fang Lingrong hurriedly took out the thermometer that An Rou was holding under her arm. She looked carefully, but the temperature on it was only 36 degrees.

Even Fang Lingrong, who had always been out of his mind, felt something was wrong.

Why is forehead temperature so much higher than armpit temperature?

And An Yueyang's face became darker and darker. He seemed to understand something, and asked in a deep voice:

"Rourou, why are you lying? Just because you don't want to go to school?"

"I didn't... I was really dizzy..."

An Rou was still arguing, she looked at An Yueyang's serious expression, her nose turned sore, her eyes turned red, and those lovely eyes were filled with tears in an instant.

If I go to school these days, I'm afraid she won't be able to keep her long hair.

Thinking of this, An Rou's grievance became even worse, her tears fell down like beads with a broken thread.

"I know how to avoid going to class all day long, no wonder my grades have plummeted."

An Rou's tears couldn't move An Yueyang at all. When he thought of An Rou's results, he couldn't get angry.

"I don't...I'm really uncomfortable..."

Unexpectedly, his father cared more about his grades than his own body.

An Rou could no longer control the negative emotions that had accumulated throughout the day. She covered her face, knelt on the ground, and sobbed.

An Yueyang didn't answer any more, he snorted coldly, picked up the temperature gun that had just been placed on the table, and took An Rou's forehead temperature again.

46 point five.

Sure enough, the temperature is slowly dropping.

An Rou must have applied something to her forehead before.

"Whether you are comfortable or not, you must go to school tomorrow."

An Yueyang didn't know why An Rou didn't want to go to school. Seeing An Rou's unrepentant appearance, he continued:

"If you don't go to school tomorrow, then you can go live with your grandma!"

After all, An Yueyang was not in the mood to eat anymore, he snorted coldly, and went back to his room.

Seeing that she had also achieved her goal, Lin Ya finished the last mouthful of rice in the bowl, took the cup to the kitchen and poured herself a glass of orange juice, and then returned to the room humming a little song.

Only Fang Lingrong and An Rou were left in the living room.

Fang Lingrong looked at An Rou who was sitting slumped on the ground and crying, and felt an indescribable distress in her heart. She patted An Rou's back and comforted her silently.

An Rou cried for a while before slowly stopping, but the grievance in her heart was still lingering.

She hiccupped, her eyes full of despair.

"Rourou, why did you lie to Dad? Why don't you want to go to school?"

Fang Lingrong looked into An Rou's eyes and asked gently.

An Rou shook her head, but said nothing.

She didn't know how to avoid this unacceptable gamble.

She didn't want to tell her parents about her bet. If they knew, they would definitely complain to the principal, and her life at school would definitely be even more difficult in the future.

Fang Lingrong saw that An Rou refused to speak, and there was nothing she could do. She sighed, touched An Rou's head, and comforted her softly:

"Don't blame your father, he is also for your own good."

But An Rou couldn't listen, she was only thinking about tomorrow's game.

Ignoring An Lingrong any more, she wiped her tears with her sleeve, sat up from the floor, and went back to her room.

Since she had to go to school tomorrow, she would have to break the contract. She didn't want to bet on her hair and beauty.