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After her mother left the room, Shen Xiaoran looked at her feet and tried to stretch them, but there was no movement at all. At most, her big toes were slightly bent. Only then did she realize that the gods had not fully granted her the ability to walk.

But last night, she was really able to walk.

Not an ordinary dream.

In a certain situation, I really returned to normal.

So, will that god really come to her dream again and give her power?

Although the other party said that as long as the child listens to his mother, he will come again, even a fool knows that this is just empty talk to trick the child into being obedient, and he will definitely not come again next time.

So, in her dream she kissed the god.

She felt that because of this, the probability of the gods coming to her dreams again was higher than that of listening to her mother...

So, when did the immortal discover himself?

When did he decide to come into her dream?

Suddenly, she thought of a moment.

When I was enjoying the breeze by the river, was there a perverted big brother pinching my face?

.........

Chen Yuan didn’t know how strong Chaozi was.

But he estimated that there was an 80% chance that the little girl would not be able to stand up.

The rule he could summarize at the moment was that he could bring objects into dreams, and his behavior in dreams could override reality. If the dreamer visualized other people in the dream, they would appear in a fixed perspective and could be influenced by him.

Dreams cannot tamper with reality, but they cover it.

In other words, it is impossible to create something out of nothing.

The only things Chen Yuan could take in and out were his own test papers.

It is easy to prove this point. In a dream, scoop up a handful of sand and put it in your pocket. If it comes out, it means that Chaozi is not only a supermodel, it can even penetrate the model.

Therefore, in the dream, the little girl’s beautiful legs probably cannot be brought out.

After all, at that time, I was just hinting to her to use subjective consciousness to change the dream.

But what happens in the dream is infinitely close to reality because of the stability of hyperons.

When I meet her again after some time, I will give this little girl her freedom again.

Just think of it as a reward for listening to your mom.

It's not some little girl kiss or anything...

Besides, it is obvious that I am the one who suffers the loss.

After washing up in the morning, Chen Yuan took the initiative to cook noodles and called Xia Xinyu to come over to eat. Then, she gave a high evaluation of her cooking skills - delicious, I will finish it.

Yuzi is so strong-willed that when it comes to her cooking skills, she refuses to accept any compliments, unlike her previous unconditional belief that she can do well in the exam.

Is this the little chef’s commitment to delicious food?

And this morning, from home to the bus stop, Xia Xinyu still didn't mention her birthday once.

If I really forgot, or really didn't know... would she be sad?

There must be a little bit.

Why don’t you mention Xinbao?

Isn't it your way of ninja to speak your mind?

Honestly speaking, Chen Yuan couldn't help himself and wanted to reveal a little bit, but he thought that the composition of a surprise is surprise and joy, and the surprise revealed in advance and the joy on the birthday would be greatly reduced due to the advance planning.

Forget it, bear with it.

Order a cake for noon tomorrow, and then find a good place in the evening to give her a surprise - happy birthday.

No, you still have to use Chinese.

Lest this guy make himself spell again.

Therefore, in the spirit of keeping his mouth shut, Chen Yuan did a good job of keeping the secret and never leaked any news.

And before Xia Xinyu got off the car, she suddenly reminded her that she must tell her as soon as the results of the math competition came out.

Mathematics competition...

Although Chen Yuan felt that he should have passed, he was still a little curious about the specific score.

However, after arriving at school, Lao Mo did not mention the math competition at all.

Even if you read his mind, there is nothing about competition.

What happened?

"Both of them failed?"

After the third class, Tang Siwen suddenly stood in front of Chen Yuan and asked out of the blue.

"Huh?" Chen Yuan asked.

Tang Siwen explained: "The results of the competition were announced today, but the teacher didn't say a word. I thought he was angry because we all failed."

"That shouldn't be the case." Zhou Yu on the side said, "He won't be mad at you if you didn't pass. He didn't expect Chen Yuan to pass, so he won't be mad at him either..."

"Go away!"

He Sijiao also poked her head out from behind: "Could it be that Chen Yuan showed off by handing in his paper early, but got a ridiculous score, which pissed off Lao Mo so much that he doesn't want to talk?"

"Get lost too!"

"Perhaps the results haven't come out yet. Even though they're due on Thursday, it will take time for them to reach every school," Zhou Fu guessed.

Zhou Fu is still a loyal and honest person.

"I think that makes sense." Chen Yuan nodded and looked at Tang Siwen. After a pause, Tang Siwen said, "Let's go find him."

"Imperative?"

I would like to ask my friends who are reading the book whether she put a question mark after this sentence.

“It’s a question.”

Tang Siwen had just used an imperative sentence, but he felt that it was a bit too overbearing, so he changed his words stubbornly.

"Okay, let's go then."

As a man from Southeast Asia, what Chen Yuan resists most is being ordered around.

Of course, invitations are allowed.

He's not that crazy yet.

So, the two of them went to the mathematics grade group together.

But before I entered the office, I saw a group of students blocking the door.

“Aren’t the results out yet?”

"I heard it's going to be out at ten o'clock today."

"That means it hasn't spread to our school yet."

"But my friends from No. 4 Middle School just knew the results..."

"Hey! How do you know other schools' scores? Did you bring your cell phone to school?!"

A sudden shout from the office scared away all the students who were asking about their grades at the door.

Only Chen Yuan and Tang Siwen were left.

There was also Qiu Meng, who had just come out of the office and smiled when she saw the two of them.

"No results yet, come back at noon."

Tang Siwen was stunned for a moment after being addressed, so he turned to look at Chen Yuan, as if to say: Is he your friend? Then extort some information from him.

What do you want me to say...

"Do you have any idea about where to draw the line this time?" Chen Yuan asked.

"Ninety-two." Qiu Meng said reliably, "Same as always, 20% passing rate."

"As long as it's not above 102, it's fine." Tang Siwen breathed a sigh of relief when he heard this.

Qiu Meng was stunned by her words.

Although his face was expressionless, he exuded a kind of domineering aura that looked down upon the world.

Moreover, this B is decorated very high-end.

Although the estimated score was so high, I was still worried that I might not pass the initial test.

It was like a hermit master who suddenly stopped in his tracks when facing evil pursuers and said to his disciple beside him, "I'm afraid we can't escape this time."

The disciples were shocked. They couldn't even run away. How powerful was the opponent?

Then the next moment, the hermit master killed all the pursuers without any injury, then he brushed the dust off his sleeves and said thankfully: "Finally we are saved."

It is this feeling.

How can the students in Class 18 pretend to be so fresh and refined? !

"It's okay, as long as it's not above 95." Chen Yuan also nodded lightly.

Qiu Meng showed a subtle expression and complained: "It's a poor imitation, and your tone really makes you feel lucky that you almost failed the exam."

"Although the passing rate is 20%, because there are top schools like No. 1 Middle School and No. 4 Middle School above them, the passing rate is basically 95%. There are also No. 17 Middle School and No. 25 Middle School, which are the lowest-ranking schools, and the passing rate may be less than 10%." Qiu Meng analyzed rationally, "If No. 11 Middle School exceeds 35% this year, He Hongtao will probably be smiling."

"After all, competition is a game for elite schools. Besides, there are less than ten people from our school who take the double test."

"Yes, our school's goal is just to get extra points in the college entrance examination. We don't have much desire to get first place in the province or win medals in national competitions."

The national competition medals are a game for the top sects.

These people are basically concentrated in No. 1 Middle School, No. 4 Middle School, and other provincial key schools that are in the middle and fringe of famous universities.

Including Chen Yuan and Tang Siwen, as well as Qiu Meng in front of them, they all went there for the provincial award and extra points.

"How about it, are you confident?" Chen Yuan asked.