“August, do you forgive me?”Sun Yaole asked cautiously, his posture very low.
Mi August glanced at Mi Liuyu, and saw her eyes flashing, and the vaguely visible movement and resonance in her expression, indicating that Sun Yaole’s words touched her.
It’s not an accident.
Sun Yaole is extremely good at playing with words.
She knew very well what Mi Liuyu cared about.
Uprooted from his hometown, incompatible with the three views, and incompatible with each other, these were all encountered by Mi Liuyu when he first arrived at Yinhuan Mansion in Lingzhou, and then mentioned the feelings of fellow countrymen, seeing that Mi Liuyu was a passionate spleen.Now it happened to be the scene where the fellow countrymen met. Mi Liuyu wanted to say countless words but didn’t know how to say it.
It can be said that every sentence is just poking Mi Liuyu in the middle.
Compared to the selfish and cruel humanistic culture in Lingzhou, Sun Yaole’s verbal wounding in Lingzhou can indeed only be regarded as a ‘trivial matter’.Now that things have passed for so long, no matter what contradictions occurred at the beginning, and what emotions have arisen, they have faded over time and become even more unworthy of mention.
For such a trivial matter that is not worth mentioning, people have apologized so politely, and such generous forgiveness is the most literate practice in the mundane mainland.
Mi August looked at Sun Yaole.
Under her calm gaze, Sun Yaole felt uneasy, concealing her gradually stiff expression with a more pleasing and well-behaved smile.
Just when Sun Yaole couldn’t hold on, he planned to break through to Mi Liuyu.
Mi August said: “I have never been angry, I can’t talk about forgiving or not.”
Sun Yaole quickly turned her words to the meaning she wanted, and said in surprise: “That’s great, I just said you are atmospheric, that’s right.”
Mi didn’t pick up the stubble in August.
Sun Yaole sat down again and began to talk about her experience in Yinhuan Mansion for more than a year. She was not just talking about herself, but also Mi Liuyu’s daily life. The understanding of Mi Liuyu in her words, coupled with her close tone and expression, anyone who watched it felt that she cared and paid attention to Mi Liuyu very much.
From her mouth, Mi August learned that the disciple Academy at the headquarters of Yinhuan Mansion is divided into three grades, A, B and C, and the teacher resources assigned to each grade are different.
Class A is the highest and Class C is the lowest. Mi Liuyu and Sun Yaole are assigned to the middle class B. With their status as ordinary spiritual children without background, they can be assigned to this grade as soon as they enter the mansion. It’s not bad. The disciples of the B-class disciple Academy are very jealous.
“Liu Yu and I are both middle-level spirit children in the sixth stage now, and we have been stuck in the high-level spirit children for a while.”
It took more than a year, and the speed from zero to middle-level spiritual children was not slow. At this speed, if nothing else, they would be able to break through the formal spiritual teacher in another year or two.
Before Mi August’s reputation spread, Sun Yaole had always been very confident, and he was also a leader in the disciple academies such as Fuzhong B.
As a result, compared with Mi August, he was directly reduced to slag in seconds.
It’s really ‘People are not in the outer gate of Du’er Academy, but they still experience the pain of the disciples outside of Du’er Academy’, and the sense of suffocation of being swept to death is stagnant in their hearts.
Middle-level spirit boy and two-star spirit master.