I Am in the Third Grade of High School, Fishing and Overcoming Tribulations at the Same Time

Lin Zhou is 17 years old, ninth from the bottom in class 3 (seven) of high school. No one knew that there was a monk who returned to the void three thousand years ago living in his tiger's mouth. No one knows that he is in the last row of the class every day, using ten years of patience to suppress the Qi Refining Dzogchen. No one knew that his father was a veteran cadre who retired from the national security system in 1998. No one even knew that he had been pretending to be a "scumbag" for ten years just to wait for the whip that someone owed him ten years ago. On the first day of school, the uncle I had met at the door of the house when I was seven years old appeared outside the school gate again. Xuan Yan (in his mind): "Boy, that old guy is here to see you again." Lin Zhou: "I know." "What are you going to do?" "Pretend. Pretend for three more months." "Three months from now?" "After three months, I asked him to walk on his knees." This year, he will do four things: He can practice without being discovered by real people. He is a scumbag if he is not fooled by the dummy. Build a house for your parents that they can truly live in for a lifetime. Let that uncle kneel down on the playground in front of the whole school.