Chapter 17: Best to keep a distance with her

Seeing Tang Qianmin’s figure disappearing from the field of vision, Lin Wenyu said, her tone was full of helplessness: "The cousin has always lived in the mountains, her temper is free, and she will be unrestrained after coming back, and will not listen to anyone. I have some problems. It doesn’t matter at home. My parents and I understand her anyway, but we are worried that she will be the same when she goes outside, and she will suffer in the end."

After hearing this, Feng Can stared at her, "I have always been very strange, why did your sister live in the mountains for more than ten years?"

Lin Wenyu stopped talking, bit her lip and said, "I don't know very well. When I came, she wouldn't live at home. However, I listened to the old maid at home. My cousin has been acting strange since her body is weak. Dad is superstitious, so he listened to the master's words and sent her to foster care in the temple to keep her fit."

Feng Can suddenly realized, and slowly nodded, "It turned out to be so, but this time is too long."

Lin Wenyu sighed as he walked: "That's right, my cousin's personality has formed in such a long time, and now I can't correct her if I want to correct her."

Feng Can felt that this was a bit weird inexplicably, and said: "Is she bad?"

Lin Wenyu said helplessly: "Before she came back, she was always fighting and making troubles there, smoking and drinking. My mother had to take time every week to help her aftermath. That's all. What I can't understand the most is, She also likes to steal things. She obviously doesn’t lack money at home, but she just can’t get rid of this problem. Listen to the doctor, this is a mental illness, like fetishism, it’s hard to get rid of it."

She looked at Feng Can worriedly, and said: "A Can, I think you should keep a little distance from my cousin in the future, except for those problems, she likes pranks, and she is not allowed to target you at any time. . In short, keeping a distance from her does no harm to you. I came here to see if she caused trouble, alas, I was worried about her last night, and I couldn’t sleep because I was worried. I really don’t know why my aunt insisted on letting her live. Feng family, if I live in the Tang family, I will do my best to help my sister get back on the right track."

Feng Can didn't say a word, but he was a little surprised. He didn't expect Tang Qianfan to be such a person.

Then his family took her in, it was really a trouble to take her in.

Lin Wenyu gathered the details of his frown into his eyes, and smiled quietly at the corner of his mouth.

Tang Qianyan parked the mountain bike, and with the last bell rang, he walked into the third grade teaching building without hesitation.

She touched the new hearing aid in her ears, and she was very satisfied.

Can’t help but take out the phone to post a message—

Tang: I got the stuff. It's very comfortable to use. It's much better than the last one.

Third child: I will continue to develop better ones.

Tang: (touching his head) This one is very good, there is no noise, just like normal hearing, it will not affect my life, you are great, you have improved.

After a few seconds, the other end came back with an OK.

Tang Qianmiao faintly curled his lips, as if he saw the person's slightly lowered head, introverted and shy.

Putting away the phone, she walked up the stairs.

There are 23 classes in this year's senior three, among which the top three classes are the key classes, the last three classes are the "wind chasing classes", which are actually bad classes, and the remaining classes are ordinary classes.

The first floor is the noisiest, and there is a chasing class. The second to fourth floors are ordinary classes, the fifth floor is the key class, and the sixth floor is the teacher's office.

Classes are changed every two months. In fact, those who rank up to the top 100 can be transferred to key classes, and those who rank to the bottom 100 can be transferred to the chasing class. Those outside these ranks are kept. constant.

Tang Qianyan's eighteenth class was on the third floor. She didn't squeeze the elevator with others, and went up to the third floor in a short while.

The corner was the front door of the class, and she walked directly in.

The strange silence made her raise her eyelids, and she saw more than twenty pairs of eyes staring at her.

Turning her gaze, she saw her messy desktop.