Don't forget it, Dad! Isn't it enough to kneel down for you?

Leng Wu followed Chu Jiaojiao around for several days, but the signal never appeared again.

The day of school starting soon arrived, and early in the morning, the Sheng family became bustling again.

Chu Jiaojiao cried and grabbed the door tightly with her hands, "No! I don't want to go to school, wuwa——"

Sheng Jun looked at her expressionlessly. Everything else could be discussed, but there was no room for negotiation on this matter.

Old Master Huo leaned out of the window to watch the fun.

It has been a long time since he last saw the hustle and bustle here since the winter vacation.

Sure enough, it was quite interesting to see this girl cry.

Fortunately, Chu Jiaojiao didn't notice him and didn't know what he was thinking, otherwise she would have to sever the kinship line again.

Who are these people!

It's all heartless woo woo.

No matter how hard Chu Jiaojiao cried, it was useless. In the end, Sheng Jun grabbed her and threw her into the car.

Leng Wu was already sitting inside waiting for her. Seeing that she looked listless, he thought for a moment and gently touched her head.

With some soothing atmosphere.

He understood why she didn't want to go to school, and he didn't want to go either. They had already learned everything the teacher taught, so it was boring.

Well, actually he still didn’t understand. Chu Jiaojiao simply didn’t want to go to school.

If there is any other reason, it may be that I am used to it. I am used to crying and making a fuss before going to school every time, otherwise I always feel that something is missing.

When they arrived at the school gate, after completing the previous procedures, Chu Jiaojiao had already started the next step.

She took out a wheelchair and sat on it, looking back every few steps. After Sheng Jun left, she quickly operated the buttons to go to the classroom, walked to her seat, and then lay down on it.

Go to sleep!

When Leng Wu came over, she had already fallen asleep.

He took out a blanket and covered her with it to prevent her from catching a cold.

The teacher has gotten used to it. Since she has been admitted without taking the entrance exam, he doesn't have any requirements for her and just pretends not to notice.

Chu Jiaojiao also didn't like playing with classmates in the class. She always felt that they were not as sincere as the students in Class 9. After all, they were not real classmates and were not that close.

Chu Jiaojiao didn't care. She curled her lips and spent her days sleeping in school, drawing talismans, or drinking a bottle of milk and going to the underworld to practice martial arts with Qingyu and the others.

She also asked Qingyu to cover for her and not let Qingfeng know.

In exchange, she would speak well of them in front of Qingfeng.

Knowing that she was Qingfeng's most cared-about disciple and the person he loved the most, Qingyu and the others agreed sourly.

As for school, Leng Wu is there to cover for her, so she doesn't have to worry at all.

Leng Wu didn't listen to the class either. He was typing on his computer, glancing at Chu Jiaojiao from time to time.

It’s strange, why can’t I detect that signal from my junior sister?

He had no doubt that it was just his illusion, he was never wrong.

There is only one reason, the signal source is hidden too deeply and it will take time.

It doesn't matter, the thing he has the most is patience.

For some unknown reason, the system deep in Chu Jiaojiao's mind suddenly shook. She felt as if someone was watching her, and her hair stood on end.

But the problem is, it doesn’t have any goosebumps!

As the days passed, Chu Jiaojiao's studies didn't improve at all, but her cultivation had improved a lot. Now she could allow Qingfeng to exert 60% of his strength, while before it was only 50%.

Even Qingyu and the others had to admit that Chu Jiaojiao was indeed very talented.

What a pity! If there hadn't been that eight-year gap in between, she would have been able to take on the responsibility alone.

It seems that my junior brother has good vision when it comes to recruiting disciples. Xuanmen is saved.

Chu Jiaojiao had no interest in provoking Xuanmen. She just wanted to find all of Tianhao's clones and destroy them so that her master and fellow brothers could live the rest of their lives in peace.

That day, a new student came to the classroom.

Chu Jiaojiao was about to drink milk and go to the underworld. When her eyes passed over the transfer student's face, her hand suddenly stopped. She stared at him carefully with a strange expression.

How does he look...

The transfer student was very cheerful and introduced himself: "Hello everyone, my name is Yang Jun. I like playing basketball and I'm on the city basketball team. I'm very happy to be friends with you all. I hope you can give me some advice."

All the boys love playing basketball, and when they heard that he was from the city team, they immediately became interested.

In less than a day, the transfer student became familiar with the entire class.

On the other hand, Chu Jiaojiao and Leng Wu, these two weirdos, have been here for more than three months, but they can't even recognize all the people in the class.

The two sides formed a sharp contrast.

Chu Jiaojiao doesn't care what they think.

She was just curious about Yang Jun.

His last name is Yang too...

Noticing her gaze, Yang Jun looked over curiously.

Chu Jiaojiao didn't avoid it and asked directly: "Do you have a brother?"

Hearing this, Yang Jun was stunned for a moment and shook his head: "No, why do you ask?"

No?

Chu Jiaojiao stared at him and saw that his expression did not seem fake.

But his facial features showed that he clearly had a brother, and he looked very similar to someone she knew.

They all have the surname Yang.

How could it not be?

Chu Jiaojiao said meaningfully: "You can ask your parents when you get home."

She seemed certain that he had a brother.

Yang Jun looked at her strangely, frowned, and subconsciously felt a little dislike for Chu Jiaojiao.

Weird.

However, a classmate who played basketball with him said, "You should ask her when you get back. This Chu Jiaojiao is quite capable and good at fortune-telling. She's a very famous master of the Xuanmen sect."

As he spoke, he took out his cell phone and showed him Chu Jiaojiao's fortune-telling videos. Each one was incredible, but none of them were wrong.

Yang Jun looked at it for a while, thoughtfully.

When he returned home for dinner, he suddenly remembered this matter for some reason, looked at his parents, and asked about it.

"Dad, Mom, did I have an older brother before?"

Hearing this, the chopsticks in Yang's mother's hand suddenly fell to the ground, and Yang's father's hand that was holding the soup shook, and the soup spilled out.

Seeing their reactions, Yang Jun couldn't help but feel a little strange. "Do I really have a brother? Why haven't you ever told me about it?"

Mother Yang picked up her chopsticks in a panic and forced a smile. "What nonsense are you talking about? Where did your brother come from? You are obviously an only child."

Father Yang also calmed down and said, "That's right, if there really was a brother, how could we not tell you? It's such a big deal, what could we have hidden from you?"

"By the way, why do you ask this suddenly?"

Yang Jun felt something was amiss, but without giving it much thought, he replied, "A classmate of ours told me that she's a powerful fortune teller. As soon as she saw me, she told me I had a brother and asked me to come back and ask you guys."

Father and Mother Yang looked at each other, understood what was going on, and their expressions relaxed a lot.

"Your classmate is the same age as you. How could he be a fortune teller? He must be joking with you."

"That's right, let's not talk about this anymore. Let's eat quickly, the food is getting cold."

Yang Jun bit his chopsticks and stared at them for several seconds.

Why do I always feel like my parents are lying?