Help! My pet supervillain has three personalities!

That's why they can't see anything?

Could there be someone else inside this body?

Moreover, they are people who are above them.

"I'm asking you a question, what are you thinking about?" Xiao Mo asked, looking at Da Mo who was lost in thought.

"It's alright, you can stay here by yourself. I'm going out in a couple of days, remember to practice your martial arts diligently."

Xiao Mo was kicked out before she even got an answer.

Da Mo searched his mind but found nothing unusual. Strange, could it be that he was just overthinking things?

Or was it Tang Yue who did it?

Jun Lingmo was lost in thought when a blue figure flashed past in the shadows, but he didn't notice it at all.

The next day, as soon as Tang Ruhua got up, she saw three teenagers practicing martial arts, which made her feel gratified.

It's not easy to see these three kids up early.

"Xiao Mo, what would you like to eat this morning? I'll make it for you." Treat them a little; children need encouragement to keep going.

"Mom, I want to eat xiaolongbao (soup dumplings), and I also want to drink congee with preserved egg and lean pork, and..."

"Shut up, I didn't ask you anything," she said. This guy had been going on and on since the food started arriving. She was still angry about how he had spent money recklessly yesterday.

Seeing Tang Yue's pitiful appearance, Jun Lingmo smiled slightly and granted Tang Yue's wish, "Aunt Ruhua, I also want to eat xiaolongbao and congee with preserved egg and lean pork."

"Xiao Yun, what about you?"

Shen Zhiyun's lips curled up slightly, and the boy's gentle voice came from his chest, "Aunt Ruhua, I want to eat fried dough sticks and wontons."

Tang Yue cheered happily, "Mom, did you hear that? Hurry up and cook, and make a lot."

"I know, you greedy girl, and you two spoil her too much," she said. "If she's so pampered, how will she ever find a husband?"

However, looking at the two children, she thought that perhaps choosing one wouldn't be a bad idea.

No, no, her child eats so much, she couldn't bear to see her child suffer like this.

The benefit of Tang Yue and her friends' daily morning practice is that their martial arts skills improve rapidly; the downside is...

"Tang Yue, go stand at the door as punishment," and here it comes.

"Alright, teacher, don't be angry, I'll go," she said, standing at the door with practiced ease. The other teachers who passed by were already used to it.

Coach Lin, still holding several large meat buns, stood next to Tang Yue and asked, "Why are you being punished to stand again?"

"To be honest, in all my years of teaching, I've never seen a student who can stand as long as you do as a punishment."

Tang Yue shook her head with a deep expression. "Sigh, Coach, this is life's experience. You don't understand. Give me a steamed bun instead."

Coach Lin generously gave Tang Yue a steamed bun, sat down opposite her, and chatted with her.

"Speaking of which, Jun Lingmo is so good at studying, why can't he help you?"

"Besides, Shen Zhiyun is quite good at studying. They say you become like the company you keep, so why are you so clueless?"

Tang Yue shrugged, her mouth full of steamed bun, and mumbled, "How would I know? As soon as I look at that book, I get dizzy, and as soon as I look at the teacher, I feel sleepy all over."

Instructor Lin nodded in deep agreement; Wen Changqing's enthusiasm for studying was indeed a headache.

Tang Yue got tired of standing, so she simply sat down next to Instructor Lin. "Instructor, how about we spar again during class this afternoon? My martial arts skills have improved quite a bit recently."

"What's the point of waiting until the afternoon? You're just standing here anyway. Let's go and have a spar right now."

"Oh no, even though I don't like going to class, I'm still an obedient and good child."

Instructor Lin's dark face twitched visibly, and he could only say with a forced smile, "Then you can stand there." He didn't want to take the blame for her. He was already overwhelmed by Teacher Wen's endless lectures, so it was no wonder that Tang Yue couldn't listen to him.

"Ah, coach, aren't you going to give it a try?"

Instructor Lin jumped three steps away. "Forget it, you little rascal. You don't want to stand as punishment, but you always make me take the blame. I can't stand Mr. Wen's nagging."

Coach Lin ran off after he finished speaking, leaving Tang Yue alone, munching on a big steamed bun.

"Tang Yue, I told you to stand in the corner as punishment. Where did you get these steamed buns?" Master Wen originally wanted to call Tang Yue in, but when he came out, he saw Tang Yue eating steamed buns, and even sitting down to eat them. He was so angry that his face turned ashen and his whole body trembled.

Upon hearing the voice, Tang Yue abruptly raised her head, looked at Wen Fuzi standing in front of her, and said stiffly, "I..."

"What do you mean, 'you'? You're driving me crazy! You're going to copy everything I've taught you a hundred times today. You're not allowed to go home until you've finished copying it."

"Ah, Master, can you do it a little less? A hundred times is really too much," Tang Yue said, her face falling as she pitifully begged Master Wen with a pout.

Master Wen had already been made to be as tough as nails by her, and he remained unmoved. "If you speak again, I'll repeat it two hundred times."

Tang Yue immediately fell silent, and could only say sorry to Jun Lingmo in her heart. She had tried her best, but she still couldn't relieve his burden. She could only silently wish him good luck, Amo.

As soon as get out of class ended, Jun Lingmo learned of the news. His usually calm and collected expression crumbled. He regretted agreeing to help her with her homework; this was going to be the death of him.

He looked at Tang Yue and said with a headache, "Yue, can we... do less things that provoke Master Wen in the future?"

Tang Yue knew she was in the wrong, so she awkwardly touched her nose and said repeatedly, "Don't worry, Amo, I will definitely control myself from now on."

Shen Zhiyun silently mourned for Jun Lingmo, feeling extremely fortunate that she didn't know A Yue's handwriting.

"Okay, I'll trust you one more time."

He turned around and sat down on the stool to start copying the book. Tang Yue felt embarrassed, so she also picked up a pen and started copying.

The two of them wrote furiously, copying until the afternoon, and had only copied fifty articles.

We also need to add Shen Zhiyun's two crooked and illegible articles.

It's really not Shen Zhiyun's fault. Tang Yue's handwriting is like modern standard scribbles. Shen Zhiyun had already done her best to imitate two pieces.

When the afternoon PE class finally arrived, Tang Yue relentlessly beat Coach Lin.

He vented all the anger he had accumulated from copying characters all morning on Instructor Lin's head.

"Are you on drugs? Why are you so aggressive today?" Coach Lin shouted as he swung his hand back.

"Hmph, it's all your fault for giving me a steamed bun. I was punished to copy it a hundred times. I'm so angry! Take this!" Tang Yue snorted and launched another attack.

Coach Lin said somewhat innocently, "You asked me for those steamed buns, I didn't force them on you."

"It's all because you were waving those steamed buns in front of me. The alluring smell of those buns was practically in my eyes. How could I possibly resist?"

"Well... oh, go easy on me."

"Oh, was it too heavy? Haha, I'll be lighter next time," Tang Yue said, before kicking him back again.

"Damn it, where are you kicking it?"