Tomb Raider: What kind of heroine is she?

Zhang Xingxing, who was clearly arranged, finally had his own room in the inner courtyard of the Zhang family. The good news was that the room was very nice and he no longer had to sleep on a large bunk bed with more than a dozen people. The bad news was that it was still a kang. Zhang Xingxing's comment on this was that it was really worthy of being in the Northeast, so scary~ the regional characteristics were fully displayed.

But Zhang Xingxing couldn't sleep well on the new kang at night. Alas, she felt that she had some strange disease. She could sleep soundly on the big bunk bed with many people, but why could she toss and turn on this comfortable bed? Couldn't she enjoy a rich and prosperous life? No, no. Zhang Xingxing lay in the comfortable quilt, covering her heart and hypnotizing herself. The more she chanted, the more confident she became.

"You can't think like that, Zhang Xingxing. You must remember that you were born to enjoy life. You are blessed and wealthy, and you will definitely be lucky. You are the high-energy lucky girl chosen by heaven, and you come to this world to experience and enjoy. Your fortune is very good, and everything you do is good. You are a blessing to yourself, your family, and your luck. So, I am fine, and I deserve everything I get~"

Zhang Xingxing, who had baptized herself, breathed a sigh of relief. She felt relaxed physically and mentally. Needless to say, the angel's encouragement was good. She felt very comfortable now. Thinking that she had to meet the Son of God tomorrow and study, she felt that the Son of God tomorrow was nothing. She felt very happy. Just like this, she gradually fell asleep.

The next morning, Zhang Xingxing woke up in a sweat. It was still early and no one came to wake her up. She wiped the sweat off her head and felt a headache. How could she have such a dream? She dreamed that she picked a flower last night, and then the Zhang family said that she stole someone's most precious treasure and forced her to hand it over. She didn't know what it was, and when she asked the Zhang family, they wouldn't tell her, so of course she couldn't give it out. Later, the Zhang family turned into a lot of doctors, each holding a huge syringe to prick her and draw her blood...

When Zhang Xingxing thought about this inexplicable dream, she felt like her head was about to explode. She had already calmed down last night, but now she felt a little nervous again. She thought she couldn't fall asleep anyway, so she got up.

When Zhang Xingxing was washing his face, the Fourth Elder's people came and said they would give him something and take him to the school. Zhang Xingxing washed up, put on a high-quality dress, followed them out the door, and prepared to go to the school.

Not to mention, the aesthetic taste of the Fourth Elder's subordinates is quite good. The skirts they sent are very beautiful, but they have a bit of a straight male aesthetic. The skirts they sent are all pink and tender, very girly. Before going out, she looked at the water tank in the yard. It's so cute. Zhang Xingxing is still a little narcissistic. The only flaw is that Zhang Xingxing touched her hair twice. It was very short, like a tomboy. The collision of these two things has a good sense of humor.

Walking on the street, seeing the occasional scrutiny from passers-by in the inner courtyard, the adults would be more restrained, but these children sometimes stared at people directly, and you could tell that she had a great impact on them.

Alas, that's true. Looking at the gray appearance of the Zhang family, there are not many eye-catching ones. Zhang Xingxing, who was complaining, didn't know that this was also because the Zhang family often went to the tombs, and they were used to the black color because it was more convenient and dirt-resistant. So the person who chose clothes for her didn't know how to choose, and could only ask for help from the store in the town. The boss recommended styles for very young girls to him. The man who is still alone finally experienced the joy of raising a daughter when buying clothes. He wanted to dress her up as a real-life version of Miracle Nuannuan. When he went back, he was still regretting that the saint didn't buy any jewelry because her hair was so short. After that, everyone contracted the task of buying clothes for Zhang Xingxing, and they were very happy.

After experiencing countless gazes, Zhang Xingxing walked into the school. It was called a school, but it was not very big. It was taught by several young people from the Zhang family. It was more like a private school, with a small class taught by a teacher.

When Zhang Xingxing entered, he found a seat by the window. The things on it were neatly arranged, and there were very few, only pens, inkstones, and paper. The other desks were full of things, so there must be people. But this table should be empty. Zhang Xingxing felt that the Fourth Elder had arranged it well, and the study stationery had been arranged, so he sat down with peace of mind. He put down his backpack, and the seats in front and behind were filled with people.

No one objected to her presence here. It seemed that the news that she was a saint had spread throughout the Zhang family. Although they tacitly agreed that she was sitting here, it seemed that these children still did not quite accept her. No one greeted her.

Just as Zhang Xingxing was sitting there with her mind wandering, a shadow blocked her view. She looked up and thought, could it be that someone is finally here to pick a fight? She swallowed back what she was about to say, and looking at the elegant figure in front of her, she couldn't help but utter two words.

"It's you?"

She quickly swallowed the bamboo spirit that she had not spoken. At this time, the children around her spoke, but speaking was a critical blow to Zhang Xingxing.