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The original owner was recognized by the South in the third day. She had been studying in the ordinary junior high school in a remote county.

Her grades are not very good, but not bad. Junior high school usually only learns physics in the second day, and only learns chemistry in the third grade. The original science is always not good at things, or the liberal arts are more spiritual.

Since she was recognized by the South, she has also transferred to a private school with a share in the South. It is also like a normal high school. It is a high school and a high school.

The original master was not very good at science and chemistry, and always planned to learn the text, but her moment was known by Nan Wei, and Nan Wei pretended to be a good-hearted sister to look for her to chat and speak.

"Sister, you will inherit the family business in the future. You want to be a CEO management company. What is the use of political history? Otherwise, the family business is a brother, it is too unfair to you! Sister, you want Study finance, then high school has to choose science."

Nan Yao at that time was already very fierce. She did not swear by Nan Wei: Nan Wei is best at acting. She wholeheartedly helped the original owner's sincerity to look up, but it really took Nan Yao.

What's more, Nan Weiyu said, just in the middle of the mind.

She didn't discuss it with anyone. She thought about it for two nights and decided to report to the science department.

The South Father saw her a lot of liberal arts and statistics, and said a few words to her. Instead, she felt that the South Father looked down on her. In the patriarchal, she would rather hand over the family business to Nanyun Shen, who had no blood.

Under the anger, she and the South Father had a big argument, and the whole family turned upside down. Everyone was dissatisfied with her.

After the trouble with the family, the southern father fell to his sleeve and went to no longer care for her. The original owner had to pay for the science, but she was naturally not good at physical chemistry, and her performance was plummeting. She spent a lot of time and could not learn well. It is also more and more resentful to learning.

Nan Wei's plan was successful, naturally happy, she took advantage of her own good performance, often go to the original master to answer, than the results, nominally concerned about her, the actual discourse is a sentence of thorns, the more exciting the original owner is angry.

The original master was arguing with her, and Nan Wei was directly loaded with the sin. The original owner had the crime of "sistering her sister and beating people." The hundred sisters were arguing, and the younger sister was pitiful and crying. She suddenly became the school's classmates who despised the existence of disgust. .

Together with the teacher, she saw colored glasses.

For students, being isolated by everyone is undoubtedly the most miserable situation. Although the original Lord did not suffer direct physical violence, but wherever he went, he had to endure the cold violence of ridicule and exclusion, no worse than insult!

She had counted down the results, resent her studies, and when she was surrounded by cold violence, where could she stay in school?

She had a good face and refused to talk to her family. She used truant to protest her dissatisfaction and swayed in bars and other places. From a good student in the past, she fell down bit by bit.

Russell looked at the information and sighed.

It can't be said that Nanwei's strategy is perfect to none of the problems, but it is just designed to the defective part of the original character. The snowball generally expands its advantage and eventually defeats the original owner.

For the original owner, the way to really save her is to renew her life.

If you want to reinvent yourself, you have to make a little bit of it, and get rid of the quagmire a little bit, and all overthrow it.

- For example, starting from the return to the liberal arts!