Wrong hold? The fake daughter made her whole family famous by relying on metaphysics

Chapter 40: Your life has been changed (additional update)
  [I didn’t hear what the young lady said after that. It shouldn’t take such a long time to lower my grades! 】

[Is the little sister too mentally stressed? 】

[Nowadays, students are under increasing pressure, and it is normal to lose marks. 】

Yao Pan'er didn't read the fans' comments. She was waiting for an answer.

"You've been replaced."

[Could this be what I thought it meant? 】

[Sister Yang is talking about life-changing in a literal sense? 】

[If there really was a change of life, wouldn’t the world be in chaos? We were unknowingly taken away from our own destiny? 】

Yao Pan'er envisioned many possibilities, but never thought it would be this reason.

She felt that her world view was a bit unstable, and she subconsciously thought that the anchor was a liar!
  But she suddenly thought of Yu Qing, that cold girl.

She was like the only ray of light in the darkness, illuminating every inch of her life.

That toffee...

Yao Pan'er doesn't want to go back to the mountains, nor does she want to get married. She wants to establish a foothold in a big city.

She refuses to accept her fate!

"Anchor, I don't quite understand what you mean." Yao Pan'er asked her doubts.

Yu Qingdao: "Literally speaking, in layman's terms, there are many kinds of life-changing, including knowledge, wealth, power, etc."

Yao Pan'er's pupils on the opposite side of the camera shrank slightly, and the screen suddenly shook twice.

Yu Qing was not in a hurry and drank tea casually, waiting for her to calm down.

One minute was a long time for Yao Pan'er, and she thought of many people.

Maybe the anchor makes money by deceiving people, but she must believe it, and she can only believe it.

It didn't take long for Yao Pan'er to change her mood from being timid and hesitant at the beginning.

"Anchor, who took away my knowledge?"

She desperately wanted to know the answer.

Yu Qing slowly put down the tea cup, satisfied with her mind. Yao Pan'er should not have had such a fate.

"East, ranking."

Fans in the live broadcast room may not understand what she means, but Yao Paner understands it.

The one in the liberal arts class on the east side of the school was the one who took her ranking.

Shen Xianmeng.

Yao Pan'er only knew that Shen Xianmeng was a newly transferred student and didn't know much about her.

She had never offended Shen Xianmeng, so why did he want to harm her?

Just to exchange for her knowledge?

There are so many people with good grades in the first middle school, but she ranks last in the first class.

Yao Pan'er suddenly thought of a sentence: Some people may have no reason to harm you, but you are easier to bully.

Her voice was urgent: "What should I do?"

"You don't have to do anything, I'll help you."

Yu Qing took out a piece of yellow paper and an ordinary writing brush.

Just when Yao Pan'er was stunned and the audience in the live broadcast room asked questions, they saw a pair of hands suddenly stretched out in the screen.

It was raining outside the window, and the plain white hands next to the pure black tea set became increasingly cold white.

Put down the yellow form paper with your left hand, and hold a brush in your right hand with a standard posture.

Smooth lines were outlined, and in the blink of an eye, a piece of talisman paper flashing with golden light was drawn.

The barrage was silent for a long time, and then it burst into flames like a volcanic eruption of lava.

【Holy shit! ! ! Is this Sister Yang’s hand? ? 】

【Ah! ! I want to lick the screen! ! 】

[I knelt in the living room and licked the screen, and my mother called me crazy. 】

[As a senior hand controller, this is the first time my heart is moved by a pair of hands! ! 】

[Sister Yang, stop telling fortunes and show us your hands more. I’ll give you 50,000 yuan! 】

Yao Pan'er was also a little distracted when she saw those hands.

Different from the fans' excitement, she always felt like she had seen these hands somewhere before——

But she just couldn't remember. After Yu Qing finished drawing the talisman and looked at the screen, he realized that the fans were shouting hysterically and licking wildly.

She felt that if the comics were translated into reality, three black lines would appear on her forehead.

But now is not the time to talk about that.

"Put your phone forward and step back to expose as much of your body as possible."

Hearing the gentle and soft voice, Yao Pan'er came to her senses and followed her instructions.

Because she was in the bathroom, the space was very small, so she could only put her phone on the toilet seat and then retreat to the door.

"Is this okay?"

"can."

Then Yao Pan'er saw the talisman in her hand spontaneously ignite without fire, and a light blue flame burst out.

The talisman burned to the end, and a subtle blue light passed through the screen and shot into Yao Paner's eyebrows.

The chaotic and hazy 'memory' of this week slowly awakened at this moment.

A sense of ease as if something belonging to oneself has returned to its true nature.

[Sure enough, there are surprises everywhere in Sister Yang’s live broadcast room. 】

[I have invited the eighth aunt and the eighth aunt, and all the relatives I can find. Amway and the others are watching Sister Yang’s live broadcast. 】

[Upstairs, there is a ruthless person! 】

[Eight Aunts and Eight Aunts: Thank you for the invitation! (I don’t want to see supernatural events)]

[...Miss, can you figure out this question? 】

Yao Pan'er ignored most of the messages and only noticed this one.

She glanced at the question and blurted out: "The answer is the root number 3."

Yao Pan'er squeezed the phone tightly, her heart beating wildly to express her excitement.

She couldn't sleep well these days and her mental state was extremely poor. But now she was extremely awake and her knowledge was back!
  Yao Pan'er wiped away her tears. Fate was not unfair to her. She looked at the camera of her mobile phone and sincerely thanked her: "Anchor, thank you."

Yu Qing had a piece of black silk wrapped around her fingers. When she heard this, she replied: "You're welcome, study hard."

Yao Pan'er knew that the ten thousand was just for fortune-telling, and the subsequent expenses would have to be paid separately.

"...that... anchor helps me regain my knowledge, how much do I have to pay?" She looked a little embarrassed, and she only had a thousand yuan on her.

She thought that if it was not enough, she would ask her boss to advance her salary.

"You just paid for it, didn't you?"

Yu Qing pinched the black silk thread, flicked it with her fingertips, and the black silk thread turned into a mist and dissipated.

She raised her eyes and said, "Besides, we are destined to be together, so let's celebrate your admission into your favorite university in advance."

Yao Pan'er knew that the anchor must have seen something to not accept her money.

"Thank you, host. I will definitely pass the exam."

Yu Qing laughed. The little girl hadn't realized what she meant by what she said.

Yao Paner did not leave the live broadcast room after quitting Lianmai.

With the live broadcast running in the background on her phone, she found Du Niang and searched for the name 'Yuyang'.

Only then did she realize that the metaphysics anchor she accidentally found was actually such a powerful person.

Thinking of the anchor's help to her, it would be false to say that she wasn't touched.

So Yao Pan'er held on to her cell phone and decided to work hard to get into college, find a good job in the future, and make money to buy gifts for the anchor to repay this kindness.

It took a long time and she still had to go to work.

Yao Paner took one last look at the live broadcast and then exited.

She stood in front of the sink and turned on the water switch.

At this time, the door of the bathroom stall was opened and a woman walked out.

She glanced at Yao Pan'er several times with an inexplicable expression, as if she was pitying him.

Yao Pan'er:......

She is being treated as a lunatic...

Yao Pan'er hurriedly washed her hands and left in a hurry, feeling extremely embarrassed.

She returned to work and returned the phone to her colleagues, thinking about buying a second-hand phone after her salary was paid.

　I just saw that the first platform has exceeded 100 collections. I will add another chapter!
  　　For the time being, I will add another chapter every time it reaches 100.

　　
  　
  (End of this chapter)