: villain disqualification

Meng Yao hastily flipped through the sword manual in her hand, and said to his mother a little angrily: "Who is it compiled by a famous artist... This sword manual is just a mixture of those I have practiced before, and then the cover paper is made It should be a bit more expensive, let alone 20 taels for this kind of thing, even [-] taels are not worth it! Aunt...don't spend money on this kind of thing in the future...your savings are running out!"

His mother didn't take it seriously: "It's okay, when your father comes to pick you up, what is this little money at the Jin's house... Ah Yao... You must practice hard and don't slack off, you know... When the time comes, the decision will be made." You can't let the Jin family look down on you...you have to be better than them...so your father..."

He didn't know how many times he had heard such words since he was a child. Seeing that his mother couldn't listen to any rebuttals at all, he had to change his method: "Auntie... Since you want to study hard and don't miss your studies...Auntie, why don't you send it to me?" Shall I go to the library?"

Meng Shi was a little dazed: "The library?"

Meng Yao nodded: "Aniang, although you have taught me some poems and songs, but after all, you are not studying in a regular school... If you want to be a famous scholar in the immortal sect, you must also cultivate your knowledge... You only focus on practicing swords, and these delays What should I do? When I enter the house, I still have to lose a lot of other Jin's children?"

His mother seemed to be enlightened: "Yes, what A Yao said is right, it was A Niang who was negligent before, A Niang will go ask tomorrow, and she will definitely send you in as soon as possible."

"Yeah." Meng Yao breathed a sigh of relief, seeing her mother go to look for the banknotes in her jewelry box again, she glanced at them and counted them, and sure enough, there were a lot less.

Seeing that there is not much left of the family fortune her mother had saved when she was young.

Although she said the same thing when coaxing his mother, but Meng Yao actually had other concerns in her heart. The old swordsmanship is useless at all, and it is better to go to a regular school to study seriously than to waste money. Sometimes I still have the opportunity to take the exam and become an official. Even if I can't, I will come out to be a private school teacher in the future. There is always a way to support myself and my mother.

Seeing that A Niang is getting older and can no longer make money, although he is not old, but he grew up in Fengyuechang, and he was born smart, born with a delicate heart, and he is a little ghost, now tell him to make money again. His wealth, life and future rest on the "father" who has not shown his face for 14 years, and he really dare not.

Perhaps, another plan should have been made long ago.

Sure enough, his mother took a lot of money and begged his grandpa and grandma to offer him to the library not long after.

That period of time can be regarded as the only bright color of Meng Yao's youth.

No one knew his life experience before, and he deliberately concealed it.He has been living in Goulanyuan for a long time, and he has seen all kinds of pleasure-seekers and prostitutes, and it is rare to get in touch with people of the same age.In addition, he is impeccable in dealing with people, has the ability to remember with a photograph, is smart, humble and polite, and has a good appearance. His wife and classmates all like him.Before long, a group of good friends gathered around me.

Meng Yao once thought that life would get better like this.

It's a pity that not long after, a classmate who was also in Yunmeng Yunpingcheng came back to visit his relatives and somehow found out about his life experience. Not long after, it was known that he was the son of a prostitute...in the library...everyone knew up.

As soon as he entered the school that day, he felt something different. Everyone suppressed their smiles and looked at him with great interest, as if they were looking at some rare species.Even those who usually have a good relationship with him hide away from a distance, with complicated expressions.

Meng Yao is such an intelligent person, her heart sank suddenly, all the blood on her face disappeared, she felt that she was staggering even standing up, and her hands and feet were cold.

His loss and grievances were transmitted to Lan Xichen, and Lan Xichen couldn't help but feel heartbroken.

"The son of a whore... dare to read with our classmate?! Bah!" The classmate who usually hated him for his outstanding talent and excellent grades found a chance to vent.

One person started, and the crowd rushed forward. Meng Yao's emaciated body was pushed and pulled to being beaten in their angry hands. Her clothes were torn and her hair was messed up. The group of weak teenagers who only knew how to read started fighting. Actually, like a group of women, they can only tug and pinch here and there.Originally, Meng Yao had practiced swords for many years, even if it was useless, at least her physique and skill would be better than them. Even if she was alone, if she fought back, she would definitely not suffer so much. Unfortunately, at that time, his heart was desperate, and his body froze. There is a blank in the heart, and it will just stand there sluggishly, letting me take advantage of it.

Later, someone hit him on the head with an inkstone, and Meng Yao fell to the ground, with blood gushing from his forehead, which stunned the frail youths, and then they stopped one after another.

"Son of whore..." Who else was talking.

"You bastard..."

"Hahaha, bitch..."

Who else is laughing...

Meng Yao couldn't feel it anymore, like a criminal who was sentenced to death and was about to execute, his mind was already numb.

After a long time, the master was about to come in, and the group of students returned to their seats one after another, leaving only Meng Yao sitting there, bleeding from her head, clothes messy, books scattered all over the floor and trampled beyond recognition.

With helpless eyes, he tremblingly glanced at everyone present, especially those students who had been close to him on weekdays and called him brothers, all he got was indifference and indifference.

These few people who were playing with him a few hours ago seemed to not know him at all at this moment.

Sour tears gathered in her eyes, but Meng Yao stopped them, quickly picked up the books on the floor, rushed out of the classroom with her arms in her arms, and bumped into the teacher who was walking into the classroom with things at the door.

"Meng Yao... where are you going? It's time for class..."