Sylvie and Her New Owner

Su Na was stunned for a moment, then quickly adjusted her state, as gentle and considerate as usual, but gave Hill a question—

"Hill, do you... do you want to change your name?"

There is no doubt that the Sikong family is a wealthy family belonging to the upper class.

There is such a thing as a circle.

Sooner or later, they will bring Hill to everyone's attention and tell those who are curious to inquire that this is the daughter of the Sikong family, even if it is adopted.

Whether the surname is Sikong or not will greatly affect the opinions of others.They really liked this daughter and wanted her to live like a princess instead of a proton.If it is a family name, it will naturally be more intimate, and it will not make others feel that this girl is just a product of pity, a willful perfunctory.

So, they have prepared a new name for Hill - Sikong Xi.

Accepting a new name is like accepting a new family.Although she never called her parents, Suna knew that Hill had recognized her new grandparents.Reluctance to speak, maybe... they didn't do it well enough.

But what is more important is the child's own opinion. If the child is still attached to the name given by his biological parents, it is completely understandable.

"Sikong... Xi?"

Hill recited the name silently, as if... it sounds pretty good.

It just makes people a little embarrassed, like a foreigner marrying a husband with his husband.

She understood Suna's intentions, and was even more powerless to reject the mother's kindness.

Always owed money, this kind of mentality is very uncomfortable.

She hadn't been in contact with the body's biological parents, and changing a name wasn't that hard to accept.

Is this a reward for them?

It is like a divorced mother changing her surname with her stepfather. If the child is willing, it is the best recognition of the stepfather's contribution.

She looked at Sikongqing for help, and Sikongqing just smiled and looked at her, without nodding or shaking his head.

She was holding the quilt, and Su Na wanted to give her some more time to think. When she was about to leave, Hill finally spoke up.

- What a crazy decision.

she thinks.

"It's so late, you haven't left yet."

Hill wrapped himself tightly in the duvet and glanced at Si Kongqing who was reading a book beside him.

"Wait until you fall asleep."

The man turned another page, and the cover in English was hypnotizing.

"I'm going to change my name, what should I do?"

She buried her head, a little frustrated.

"What do you mean?"

"Everyone will know that we are sisters in the future!"

"Don't you know now?"

"It's different! Both are surnamed Sikong, they would think we are sisters!"

"So what?" Sikongqing closed the book, "I don't mind being a little more exciting."

Anyway, she was destined to go against the wind. If Hill couldn't help but give up one day, the shackles of "Sikong" would also help her to keep her sister tightly by her side, unable to escape.

This shackle, she doesn't mind binding it tighter.

Chapter 82: The Test of the Shit Shovel Officer

The name change is probably already on the agenda.

Maybe it won't be long before her name on the exam paper will be "Sikong Xi".

But like a friend in your life who changes his or her last name, you're still used to calling him by his old name, and the long-lasting imprint takes just as long to wear off.Her classmates and friends, including Si Kongqing, should still like to call her Hill.

But... Sikong Xi——

This name, even if it is just a little imaginative, can make her unable to hide the smile on her face.

Presumably, it is a feeling of appointment.

"Hill," a voice called out in his ear, "it's your turn."

It is Tang Guo, a member of literary and art committee.

"Oh!" She responded quickly, dropping the script and running to the middle of the classroom.

They are rehearsing the program in the activity room during their evening self-study.

I don't know which class it is in the activity room next door, [-]% of them are practicing hip-hop, the subwoofer is on the boss, and the dance teacher's "one, two, three, four" is spread here.

For Hill, performing in front of a dozen people is still stressful.The voice will tremble, the movement will be deformed, and most importantly, the words will be forgotten.

Tang Guo had some headaches. It stands to reason that beautiful girls generally have a strong desire to express themselves. Because of their self-confidence, their stage fright mentality is much smaller than that of the ordinary student union.

Sure enough, it didn't take long for Hill to froze in the middle of the classroom—she forgot her words again, this time saying one less sentence.

The girl was so nervous that she wanted to cry, but she had already memorized it off the court, but when others stared at her, she was going to mess up.

Mu Ci, who played the role of a corrupt official, quietly scrutinized the eyes of the classmates. Sure enough, both boys and girls locked their eyes on the classmates at the same table.

So cute, it would be nice if they were girlfriends - a lot of people must think so.

But there will still be dissatisfaction.

"Tang Guo, why don't you come here today?" a student said, "I haven't finished my homework yet."

Some of the students who focus on their studies agree with it.

There is no other reason. The rehearsal program is really of no benefit to the students. It is the purest power generation for love.The most terrifying thing is that while you are rehearsing, your opponent is learning.

Especially in the second class of the top class, this kind of emotion is more common.

"But there's not much time for rehearsal, don't hurry up..." Tang Guo bit her lip, the consequence of giving in may be the last bitter fruit of the class, not caring about the possibility of being hated and gossiping, as the person in charge, she must be such a villain .

"Just line up here."

At this moment, Miss Ban Chong suddenly spoke up.

"I'm wasting everyone's time, I'm sorry." She scratched her head embarrassedly, "Why don't you go back first, and my sister and I will continue to line up for the two of us."

Hill blinked at Sikongqing, only to drag this man into the water without any scruples.

Si Kongqing, who was sitting in the corner, laughed dumbly, what else could he do, of course he was accustomed to her.

There is indeed a way.

Everyone accepted it happily, and even some boys were unwilling-they didn't want to go back to do their homework, how good it would be to stay here!

But they can't help it.

In the end, only Hill, Sikongqing, Tang Guo, and the heroic female martial arts coach were left behind.

There are many fighting scenes in "Assassin Nie Yinniang". In order to not look embarrassed, it is necessary to practice some boxing, kung fu, knives and guns.

Moreover, the delicate and soft body of Hill's training effect is surprisingly good - at least much stronger than Sikong Qing, who can't even do the splits.

Seeing her proud and provocative look, Si Kongqing knew that the little maid was going to be skinned again.She wasn't annoyed, and she was even happy to see it succeed. Anyway, she didn't know who was cheap by practicing so flexible her body in the end.

"Very good, very good," the coach supported Hill, very satisfied. Every art festival, she has to work for a while. This girl is almost the fastest learner, unlike some boys in other classes who split a fork Howling like hell, "Hold on for 2 minutes and try."

"Ok!"

Hill's forehead was sweating, but the coach's encouragement made her smile. It is rare to have a project that can crush Sikongqing. That's not to say, you must persevere!

"Tang Guo," the coach turned around, "Come with me and move the equipment."

"Yeah." Tang Guo nodded.

Hill was startled, what's the situation, are you leaving?

No!

They left without looking back, Si Kongqing sneered, wasn't he still very proud just now?

Hill was doing a one-word horse, smiled awkwardly, and tried to pass the level.

"that……"

"Huh?" Si Kongqing held her legs, and the loose training clothes felt very comfortable.

"Aren't you nervous?" Hill thought he was very covert and changed the subject.

"not nervous."

"Why! I feel panicked to be stared at by a large group of people!"

"Have you heard of the carrot theory?"

Sikong Qing was answering very seriously.

"Are you trying to say that I should treat the audience as radishes?" She pouted, "It's all said, who can do it."

"It's just that you care too much about other people's opinions that you find it difficult."

"No way! I..."

"It's about acting, and so is emotion."

Si Kongqing's words were like a small hammer, smashing the gopher who was about to emerge back into the hole.

Hill choked, dodging a little under the gazes being watched.

Well, she admits, she's a little evasive sometimes.

But one cannot live only for oneself.