A Quick Walkthrough: Male God, Don’t Run Away

The little girls waited for the teacher to walk away, then took off the books on their heads and walked out like robots.

Shu Ange hasn't received the plot yet, so he can only go out with the big guy.

She looked around for a while, pulled a girl and asked, "What are we going to do next?"

The girl's dumbfounded eyes finally showed a little more emotion: "Of course it's cooking, otherwise what to eat."

After she finished speaking, she stopped paying attention to Shu Ange, pursed her lips, like a wooden man.

Shu Ange was choked, is this going to school? Why does she feel like a mess, like reform through labor.

The school is very big, and she followed a group to the kitchen.

There are many children in the kitchen, the younger ones choose and wash vegetables, the older ones learn to weigh spoons, and some people are responsible for handing things over.

Shu Ange roughly counted, there were forty or fifty little girls and seven or eight adults in the kitchen.

The teachers held their hands behind their backs and taught the children to work sternly, reminding Shu Ange of Zhou Papi.

No matter how you look at this place, it doesn't look like a serious school. Shu Ange wants to finish the meal quickly and go back to receive the plot and the original owner's memory.

After dinner, I have to wash the dishes and clean up, and sort them according to the duty list. Today, it is not Shu Ange's turn.

Students who do not need to work, go to the classroom in advance for evening self-study.

The so-called evening self-study is the daily ideological report.

Students over the age of fourteen should write a thought report of no less than 1,500 words every day.

Singer Shu An was holding a pen and looking at the clean and tidy paper, his head was a little foggy.

She only listened to half of the class, and the content she received was nothing but feudal dross, so she could have any experience.

If he hadn't figured out his situation, Shu Ange must have written a long critical essay.

Other students have already started to write, rustling and writing.

Shu Ange thought about it for a while, and then wrote down her "experience".

She's the best at gossiping about her, and she's already inspired.

She doesn't write class content, she just writes cooking insights.

The school is dedicated to cultivating them into "ladys" who are submissive and good at cooking and serving others. Shu Ange talked to them about cooking experience.

In the last mission plane, she was the one who won the top honor in the chef industry, and she still used them to teach cooking?

This place is full of weirdness, and you have to leave as soon as possible.

After writing her experience, Shu Ange left the classroom with her schoolbag on her back. She was about to find a quiet place when a girl suddenly appeared in the next classroom.

"An Ge, wait for me."

The girl almost jumped in front of her. The black skirt was a bit shorter than the others, the moon-white collar was over the top, the buckle was in the wrong position, and it was frizzy and put on her shoulders.

Without waiting for Shu Ange to reply, she sighed and said with drooping ears: "It's so painful here, it's like being tortured every day, how on earth did you endure it?"

After complaining, the girl put her hands together and recited something: "I hope this broken place will close down soon, and don't cause trouble again."

Her brows and eyes are smart, and her whole person is full of vitality, which is out of tune with this place.

"to beat."

After Shu Ange said three words, the girl shrugged her shoulders and looked at her sympathetically: "Alas, fortunately, I'm here for a summer class, and you're going to stay here for two years, it's painful just thinking about it."

"Maybe less than two years."

Hearing Shu Ange say this, the girl hugged her shoulders and leaned her head up: "Let's go, let's sit in your dormitory for a while. The girls in our dormitory are like wooden stakes. They are boring to death."

She was still worried, and found a hidden place to receive the memory of the original owner, lest she could not even find the dormitory, and someone came to rescue immediately.

Shu Ange thought that her luck was not bad, she fell into a strange school, and at least she had a friend who looked good.

The dormitory is full of white walls and blue curtains, the turtle lights are dazzling, and there is no decoration on the walls, and there is a sense of coldness and depression everywhere.

The thin blue quilts were neatly stacked on the bed, the air was unbearably hot, bubbling in the stuffy lungs, and an old-fashioned fan hung from the ceiling.

"It's really unfortunate to be thrown here. It's a deadly hot day, and there's not even an air conditioner."

The girl folded her arms, sat on the chair, picked up the one on the table and said, chanting like a sutra: ""The Moral Cultivation of Chinese Women", tsk tsk, even if my Hu Mengdi starved to death, I wouldn't believe this kind of rubbish. thing."

It turns out that her name is Hu Mengdi, and the person who named her should like classical culture very much. It is normal for her to be sent here for summer classes.

Hu Mengdi didn't stay here for a long time, the room was too hot and stuffy, and she hurried back to take a shower.

There are six girls living in one room.

After Hu Mengdi left, Shu Ange took a cold shower, and the roommates came back one after another. At the same time, the whistle to remind him to turn off the lights also blew.

Shu Ange was lying on the bed, his long hair spread out like fluffy seaweed.

After the lights are out, only the small lights in the bathroom can be turned on.

No one in the room was secretly playing with their mobile phones, which should be another school rule.

Shu Ange closed his eyes and received the original owner's memory and plot hints.

This is a sad and humorous story. Fang Ange died at the age of thirty, a young and sighing age.

Before his death, Fang Ange lay on the bed like a dying octopus emitting a stench.

She was frighteningly thin, and the watery eyes of Girls' Generation turned into two withered spring eyes.

Death, for her, was a relief.

No one could have imagined that in an age when everyone pursues pleasure and freedom, there is a young woman who died of pain.

If he had gone to the hospital for treatment sooner, Fang Ange's condition would not have been so serious.

Her husband—no, he was an ex-husband. He was busy making fun of himself and teasing his son with the third son. How could he manage his ex-wife who was dying soon.

Before dying, the person Fang Ange missed most was his biological mother.

If the biological mother had won the custody of her and her younger brother, the lives of their siblings might have changed.

Divorce, in times of change, is a common occurrence.

The fate of many people has been rewritten with the word "divorce".

Fang Ange's father, Fang Minda, was born in a small county town. When he was in college, he fell in love with Fang Ange's biological mother, Lou Anne, who was born in the city.

Lou Annie is the only child, and her family conditions are much better than Fang Minda.

When they were in love, Fang Minda acted as a low-lying girl and often came to help Lou Anni's parents with work, winning the favor of the second elder.

After graduation, the two received a marriage certificate, and the house and furniture were all made by the second elder of the Lou family.

Fang Minda is smart and Lou Annie is not stupid. The husband and wife quit their stable jobs in public institutions and go to sea to do business together.

After the business was on the right track, Lou Annie became pregnant with her third child. She and her boyfriend had a child by stealing the forbidden fruit in college. After getting married, because of her busy work, she gave birth to a miscarriage before she realized that she was pregnant.