Return after rebirth: The devil who helps his brother becomes the devil who kills his brother

"Nothing, I just remembered a ghost story about Xiaobailou."

Song Pan'er shook her head, picked up the photo and waved it in front of her breasts, indicating to her that it was just a photo of a building.

"You used to pester me to tell you ghost stories every day. It's better now. Have you become less courageous?" Mrs. Qian teased a few words, but didn't care. She picked up the photo and continued to look at it.

But Song Pan'er's good mood had been ruined, and she showed no interest when introducing the photos again. Mrs. Qian was not satisfied with her perfunctory behavior and kicked her away, leaving her alone on the sofa to slowly enjoy the photos.

Song Pan'er returned to the bedroom, threw herself into the bed, and let her thoughts wander.

After all this time, Ren Mei still hates herself so much. Why is she so perverted?

Hey~ I really don’t understand the psychology of these people. Ren Mei is like this, and Zhou Zhiping is like this too.

Song Pan'er took a deep breath, put all these unhappy people and things behind her, and prepared to take a nap. Anyway, she didn't have to see them again, and the bad fate was over.

On the last day to fill out the college entrance examination applications, Zhou Zhiping finally collected all the application forms from Class 1, Grade 3.

I counted the portions again, knocked them all on the table, and walked to the principal's office.

"Principal, you are here so early! This is the application form for students in my class."

Zhou Zhiping knocked on the open door twice and said flatteringly.

Tang Zhiqiang came to school early today and was flipping through the application forms submitted by other classes one by one. Without even raising his head, he raised his hand to signal Zhou Zhiping to bring over the volunteer form.

Zhou Zhiping took two hurried steps and handed it over with both hands.

Tang Zhiqiang took it and looked through it one by one, "Have you collected them all?"

"We are all here. There is one person in my class applying to Beijing University this year, and there are eighteen people applying for other 985/211 exams." Zhou Zhiping said with a little pride in his tone.

Last year, I only passed nine exams in the key class. This year, I got twice as many exams. I will definitely go down in history as a lieutenant colonel.

"Well, that's good. Students have the confidence to apply for the exam, which proves that the estimated scores are pretty good. Haha." Tang Zhiqiang was also very happy and looked up at Zhou Zhiping with admiration.

"Okay, you go back first! I'll do the statistics. If there's no problem, I'll send it to the admissions office."

Zhou Zhiping: "Okay, principal, you are busy. If you have any questions, call me!"

Tang Zhiqiang waved his hand, then lowered his head and looked down at the application form, recording the number of applicants for the major and checking whether there were any students who missed the application form.

After reading most of it, I didn’t have any problems until I turned to Song Paner’s volunteer list. Tang Zhiqiang frowned slightly, his face full of confusion, "Didn't you mean to apply for Beijing University? Why did it become BGI again?"

"My professionalism hasn't changed. I'm just unreliable at my young age, and my writing skills are so shallow, eh~"

Both schools are top universities, but the Chinese department of Peking University is slightly better, maybe for safety reasons! Tang Zhiqiang found a reasonable explanation for "Song Pan'er's behavior" in his heart.

Shaking his head, he put Song Paner's application form in the pile he had read before and continued to look at the next one.

......

Perhaps because she was frightened by Ren Mei's ghostly appearance in the photo, Song Pan'er had a nightmare all night last night, and when she woke up early, she felt depressed and unable to cheer up. Her plan to buy furniture at the flea market was also shelved, and she lay in bed half asleep and didn't want to get up.

'You are electricity, you are light, you are the only myth...'

A strange cell phone ringtone came from the bedroom. Song Pan'er was awakened, and suddenly remembered that this was her mother's new ringtone. What a trendy old lady! He pursed his lips and smiled, drifting off to sleep again.

"Granddaughter, your teacher Bai's phone number is here for you..." Mrs. Qian walked into the bedroom, put the phone to Song Paner's ear, and then lay on the bedside and stared at the fascinated granddaughter. look. Her eldest granddaughter is so pretty, even her eyes look more unique than others.

Song Pan'er didn't even move, she just held her hand and said "Hey~" in a long voice.

Bai Yuanyuan's cheerful voice came from the phone, "Pan'er, are you free? Let's go shopping today?"

Song Pan'er snorted lazily, "If I don't go, I don't dare to go shopping with a big-bellied woman, for fear that Uncle Tang will destroy me."

"Oh, it's okay~ He's not at home. He went to the Education Bureau to submit the volunteer form. Come to my house first, and then we'll make arrangements!" Bai Yuanyuan refused to give up and planned to lure Song Pan'er to her home first.

Bai Yuanyuan's new home is also near Railway Middle School. Song Pan'er thought it was time to get up, so he would go to her house for a walk first, just in time to send her one of the developed photos.

"Okay, I'll be there in a minute."

After hanging up the phone, Song Pan'er didn't change her clothes and went out wearing shorts and short sleeves at home.

As soon as Song Pan'er arrived at the gate of Bai Yuanyuan's community, she met Tang Zhiqiang who had returned from school. The two chatted while walking and mentioned the college entrance examination application form they had just handed in.

"The Chinese Department of BGI is also pretty good. It's safer if you apply this way!" Tang Zhiqiang sighed unintentionally.

Song Pan'er was stunned, not understanding what Tang Zhiqiang meant, and thought he had made a mistake. I casually corrected it, "I applied for the Chinese Department of Peking University."

Tang Zhiqiang once again denied Song Pan'er's statement, "No, you applied for the Chinese Department of BGI." He remembered clearly that the only choice Song Pan'er filled out was the Chinese Department of BGI.

The two people looked at each other with big eyes and small eyes, both trying to find the trace of uncertainty in the other's eyes to prove that what they said was right.

But they were both disappointed, and then they were both shocked. No, if they both remembered correctly, there was only one possibility: someone had changed the wish!

"Go to the Admissions Office!" They both said at the same time and ran out of the community in a hurry.