She doesn't want to pretend anymore

If what Li Jiayin said was true, and Yan Siyu was plotting to harm her just because she was prettier than her, Lan Yilin would not let her off easily!

As an older brother, Lan Xiang doesn't want his sister to dirty his hands.

In his heart, his sister is a weak and lovely creature.

"As long as you cheer up again, we will be relieved. Mom and Dad have been worried about you, and so has your brother."

Even though Lan Xiang is a gangster, he is extremely filial to his parents.

The boy has a bad temper, but his heart is soft because of his family.

"Brother, I want to go back to school." Lan Yilin didn't want to escape anymore.

Lan Xiang was delighted at first, but then he looked at his sister's face and became a little worried: "How about waiting until the end of the year?"

After waiting for another half a year, my sister can have another repair surgery on the scar on her face, and it should be much better by then.

"I don't want to wait any longer. As for the scar on my face, is it ugly?" Even the mirror in her room was thrown away by her family, just because they didn't want her to see the scar on her face.

After two repairs, the scar has actually faded a lot.

But Lan Yilin couldn't bear the thought of her beautiful face being ruined and her classmates looking at her strangely.

"Not ugly, who is my sister? She has been beautiful since she was a child. No one can compare to you."

Lan Xiang really thinks so.

When Yan Siyu was first elected as the school belle of Elite University, Lan Xiang felt unfair when he heard about it.

His sister is the most beautiful one, and Yan Siyu is just someone whose family has some money.

However, I heard that the woman's background was exposed, and she was just a fake daughter who took over the magpie's nest.

"Don't be afraid of Yan Siyu when you go back to school. Your brother is here."

"Don't worry, brother." Lan Yilin nodded. She had to get ready and go to school tomorrow.

Manshu read by light in his room until eleven o'clock, then he yawned, washed up, and went to bed.

The next day, Manshu got up early as usual.

While doing morning exercises, I also met the Xu family’s grandfather and grandson.

Xu Wang is no longer in a wheelchair, but walks with a cane. He is just listening to the old man explaining boxing techniques over and over again.

The old man knew that his grandson was going to join the army and a special forces unit. He was worried that his grandson would get hurt. Since he couldn't practice martial arts now, he could only practice himself for him to see.

What about Xu Wang?

I was originally rebellious because of my frustration as a teenager, but now that the door to a new world has opened, I am eager to learn more.

Even though he can't walk now, he is trying to control his strength and often contacts Li Shou, Sun Pang and others via mobile phone.

They also recommended a colleague who was also a power-type mutant to Xu Wang, and asked that person to teach Xu Wang how to better control his body and use his strength.

Grandma Xu also reminded him not to fall behind in his academic studies, which made Xu Wang feel a little miserable as he had to read for several hours every day.

Facing the rising sun, Manshu completed a set of boxing.

"Look, your sister Manshu has improved again. She is nothing like you. A rotten tree cannot be carved."

Like all parents, Mr. Xu is accustomed to praising other people's children.

However, in his opinion, Manshu's progress is indeed visible to the naked eye.

Xu Wang looked at Manshu thoughtfully.

Why did he feel that Sister Manshu was getting stronger and stronger, with whistling winds from her fists, and it seemed that not only her martial arts had improved, but also her strength.

He recalled that when they were fighting, Manshu was able to easily take his attacks, and he felt a little confused.

Could it be that Sister Manshu is also an alienated person?

Xu Wang kept this doubt in his heart.