When I was eleven years old, I also looked forward to the Hogwarts owl landing on the window sill. This fantasy was shattered when I left for a foreign land. Compared to the Hogwarts admission letter, what came to my hands earlier was a stack of endless test papers.
I managed to survive until I graduated from high school at the age of 18. After years of hard work, I became the king. 985 And 211 were my choice. As a result, in addition to giving money, my adoptive father, who usually seemed dead, suddenly called me into the study and gave me two choices:
1. Go to a prestigious university in the UK to study
2. Go to an unknown private school in the United States to study
If I hadn't known how much I weighed, and if I hadn't known that even if my adoptive father sold me, he wouldn't be able to earn back more than ten years of alimony, I would have called the police.
"Oh, although there are other schools in China that you can choose from, I think these two are more suitable."
I asked him if there was no third option?
"Yes."
I regained my hope, but my adoptive father poured cold water on me with a smile.
"The third option is to just accept your fate and wait for death. You won't survive until 28."
The squinty-eyed man really doesn't have any good stuff.
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I don't want to die.
After weighing it up, I chose the latter between Pheasant University and an unknown prestigious school.
There are no other reasons. First of all, the former sounds really unreliable, and secondly, the geographical location is in a food desert where the sun does not see the sun all year round. Although the latter sounds unreliable, at least the menu in the area is thicker than the history book, and graduation also includes a job assignment.
So I regretfully said goodbye to my deskmate who had spent three years of my study life with me, sent my elementary school girl to go on a date with him, and then turned around and went for the interview.
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Damn it, my adoptive father lied to me that I would die earlier if I went to this university.
Damn it, my deskmate was teasing me, and he also came to be a beauty student.
Holy shit, my junior is teasing me, why is he following my footsteps?
Damn it, the school girl is tricking me, we are like gourd boys saving grandpa.
Adoptive father, my eyesight is so good, I can actually see all the grooves of life at a glance.
Reading instructions:
1. The text is written in third person, purely for the sake of power generation. The update frequency is unstable [emphasis added]. It all depends on inspiration and my love and hate for the dragon clan.
2. The purpose of writing this article is purely to force myself to learn to write emotional lines, and to produce food for my relatives and friends who are going crazy from hunger, so this article is [all female protagonists, split official matches, both men and women have arrows]. Because I am really not good at emotional lines, so there is an 80% chance that the writing will turn into a storyline and you and I are both iron-blooded cb lovers... I try my best to sell it
3. Dragon clan + type moon. The main text starts before Dragon 1, the moon content is very low, it is just a background setting, and it will increase significantly during Dragon 3.
4. Non-perfect protagonist, the heroine has different values from ordinary people (how can she be a normal person when she can be a magician)
5. OOC and private design are inevitable. Free articles refuse writing guidance. I am very stupid when writing and it is easy to immerse myself in my own art.
6. Thank you for reading this! Enjoy your meal!
Concept: Can the beating organs in my chest tell me what love is?
