The Ace Girl of Campus Rebirth

"Where are you going?" With Si Tong in her life these days, Lan Linlin feels that her daily life is much more interesting.

Now I suddenly heard that Sitong was leaving, which really made me feel a little regretful.

"Go where you can find things." Si Tong's cold voice fell.

"Okay." Lan Linlin nodded, without saying much, turned around and walked towards the rice fields where the students were.

The tour bus can also be regarded as Ouran's exclusive school bus.

After the school bus brought the students here, there was no one around the school bus.

Si Tong grasped the giant scythe.

The giant scythe, which was 1.8 meters long in his hand, instantly transformed into flowers flying all over the sky and disappeared from here.

If such a weird scene were seen by Wei Qi, Yang Zijun and others, they would be shocked.

After collecting the giant scythe, Sitong returned to the rice fields.

Groups of three.

Seeing Si Tong come back, the girl handed Si Tong the sickle used to cut the rice in the rice field: "Nuo, it's yours, show me how to cut it quickly."

The students said they were cutting the rice, but they might as well say they were wasting the rice.

They are all students from Noble Academy Ouran, and it was just discovered two days ago that the rice they eat in the cafeteria is made from this kind of rice.

Where will the rice be cut? It's all about destruction!

"Pah, pah, pah!"

Lan Linlin clapped her hands three times, signaling the students around her to stop what they were doing.

Some students are squandering money with sickles, cutting rice all over the ground, which is very wasteful.

"Okay, students, some farmers from the village will come over later to teach you how to use the sickle." Teacher Lan Linlin said.

Si Tong was holding this farm tool that was countless times smaller than his Death Scythe and didn't know how to use it.

The factory that Si Weimin opened with his friends sold farm tools, but Si Tong had never learned how to use a sickle.

"Great! Someone is here to teach me!" The girl in the same group as Sitong shouted, waving her sickle.

Even when the rice was being harvested, Wu Zhiyue was with Yang Zijun and his group.

Although they are not students in the same class, they are rich and powerful. The students want to stand with the students in other classes, and the teacher does not dare to say anything.

Sitong is not someone who misses the past. Throughout these endless years, she has met many people.

Wu Zhiyue is just one of the inconspicuous ones.

She said "goodbye" to Wu Zhiyue, which was the real goodbye.

From then on, Wu Zhiyue's existence will be downplayed in Mio's memory.

Then, forget about this person's existence forever.

Wu Zhiyue discovered that since that day, Sitong looked at her as if she was...a stranger.

She felt like she couldn't breathe every time Si Tong looked at her like this.

My heart hurts more than being crushed by Mount Tai.

Tongtong...I'm sorry...

More than a dozen farmer uncles and farmer aunts, wearing washed and faded clothes and only a pair of green liberation shoes on their feet, came from a distance.

They spread out and patiently explained with kindness and enthusiasm how to harvest rice for this group of rich kids from big cities.

They are all very simple people.

Sitong stood there and did not move.

"Why haven't you come over to teach us yet?" The girl next to her couldn't wait any longer.

Just as he finished muttering, in the distance, an old man dressed exactly like the farmer uncle next to him came hunched over with a sickle in his hand.

"Come on, come on!" The girl shouted happily to the other party: "Old man, come on! Come here and teach me how to cut rice!"

In the human world, there are many demons.

They are not human beings, but they have settled in the human world as humans and have special abilities.

They had signed an obedience agreement with Hell and were banned from dealing with or persecuting humans for life.

And they can sense the powerful strength from hell that humans cannot.

When the farmer uncle lowered his head and came to Si Tong and the trio of girls, he did not immediately teach the girls how to cut rice.

Instead, he came to Sitong sincerely, bowed his head to Sitong, and spoke honestly, with an excited tone, as if he had been saved: "Are you an adult from hell? Can you lend me a step to speak!"