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"It's not that science classes are not good. It's just that liberal arts are better at liberal arts. You still remember that you used to choose science with low scores?"

The girl suddenly groaned and her face showed a bit of sorrow. She subconsciously said: "I don't remember it myself. When I was in junior high school, I always wanted to study liberal arts. I faintly thought that someone seemed to tell me something. ......"

"What did you say?"

"...It seems to be, science, can only learn finance, can be valued by the family... I am from the country, if the performance is too good, will be crowded by the students..."

Everyone looks at each other.

Can you afford it at home? It was probably because of the sadness and lack of measures on the girl's face at this time. No one doubted what she said and thought about it.

To be honest, the basic family of this aristocratic school is a famous family, and the worst is also a nouveau riche. From the perspective of inheriting the family business, it is indeed appropriate to study science finance.

Moreover, if the transfer students from the countryside are too out of place, they are indeed very cold and crowded.

But because this is true, it is especially irritating!

Too real, it will make Nan Yao, who is not good at science, determined to go to science, resulting in worse and worse results.

Originally capable, but deliberately stupid, plus went to the science scores more and more backward, the follow-up does not need to install, will only become more and more bad, completely blocked her chances of being accepted by the classmates.

Luo Ziqing picked up his fist and slammed the table: "Yao Yao, do you remember who told you this?"

"I don't remember, I can't remember, I don't even remember, I don't even know if this is really someone talking to me, or I dreamed of it..." She wrinkled her face and suddenly suffered from pain. Head, his face is white, "My head hurts!"

Everyone was shocked, and Ivan shouted: "Don't let her think, ‘retrogressive forgetting’ can't be stimulated, forcibly forcing distant memories, and it may cause more harm!”

The students were shocked and quickly grabbed the arm of Alishen and helped her pour back the water: "Let's go, we don't want to, don't want to."

"We won't look down on you, far away, you can rest assured, we like to learn well."

"Yes, is it only science students who will learn management in the future? We are enrolling students in the liberal arts management school of the Guanghua School of Management at the Imperial University!"

"Yes, yes, so we must study hard and work hard together!"

Everyone persuaded, the girl's pale face, showing a moving smile, their hearts were softer.

I quickly got a class bell, and everyone quickly returned to the position to go to class. Although the topic turned, there was a doubt, and they were still in their minds.

- In those two sentences, who told Nan Yao?

She is undoubtedly a bad heart for Nan Yao, thinking from the interests, if it destroys Nan Yao, who is the most profitable?

The biggest possibility is...

Xue Yu's face changed, and Luo Ziqing suddenly fell cold on his face. Many students were shocked by the floating eyes.

The existence of Nan Yao, the most threatening, is not the only "big lady" in the South? !

Susie's eyes flashed and chuckled.

What she said was not a lie, a word, a sentence, all the words that Nan Weizhen had said to her.

In the original plot, no one knows all this. When the original owner died, he died. No one would doubt Nan Wei.

And now, it's different!

Paradox, but a good weapon.

No matter how the students rushed in the private underworld, they went to class at night, and they went home from school as usual. The villas were empty, but the luxury was not popular. The South Father and the South Mother were not there, and Nan Yunshen did not return.

She sighed softly.

I haven't seen you for a few days, I really miss him.

Nan Wei didn't dare to go to the front of Yu Su, and he was quiet, took a few mouthfuls, and went back to the bedroom to review.

Liberal arts learning needs more memory. She closes the book and whispers her eyes with a word that she just learned: "...the wine is gone from behind, and the tears are done in the middle of the sorrow. I think Chuyun is deep, and people are far away."

Only the last sentence has not been finished, the door of the bedroom slams, the youth is low and dumb, but with a smile, it sounds from behind her.

"Looking... Chu Yun deep? In the distance, you are actually teasing me?"