The Ace Girl of Campus Rebirth

After all, it was a chance encounter, and I didn’t know who the other girl was or how old she was.

Zhou Yanchen could only think about it in his heart, thinking that if his significant other was like that girl, he wouldn't be disgusted, right?

Sitong just caught the firecrackers thrown by the little devils.

"Ah! It's over, it really hit someone!"

"Let's run!"

"Will she complain? What a disaster."

The little ghosts grabbed small firecrackers and lighters and stood there looking at Sitong.

Seeing if Sitong was injured by the firecracker, she ran back crying and called her mother to complain.

Of course not.

Not only that, Sitong held the hand of the small firecracker that exploded in her hand and stretched it forward.

It seemed that he had crushed the outer packaging of the small firecracker that had exploded. When he opened his hand, all the gunpowder in the small firecracker spilled out.

A puddle of powder was sprinkled from Si Tong's hand.

"Although the appearance is different, the essence is still gunpowder." Si Tong looked at all the powders scattered, smelled the very unpleasant smell, and said softly.

Thousands of years ago in Wu Buwei's time, humans had already invented firecrackers. However, firecrackers had just been invented at that time and few people knew how to use them.

Firecrackers were hard to come by, so Wu Buwei once set off firecrackers in his courtyard.

The internal materials are still made of gunpowder as they were thousands of years ago.

Si Tong was talking to himself.

Wen Haoran, who had been avoiding the bombardment of small firecrackers, tried his best to catch up and muttered:

"Oh my sister! Your hand... isn't injured, right? If you get blown up by a firecracker, grandpa will chop me down!"

Wei Fang also ran forward and looked at Si Tong's hand worriedly: "Are you okay?"

The two of them saw that Sitong's hands were white and clean. Not to mention that there were no traces of injuries from small firecrackers, there was not even a trace of residual gunpowder.

The two people who came over worried were startled.

When the group of little ghosts across the street saw it, someone took the lead and said, "It's a monster! She must be a monster!"

"Run! Hahaha, run -"

Dispersed in a hurry.

He also ran extremely fast.

For example, Sitong is really a monster that can eat people, and a group of little ghosts disappeared in an instant.

"Hey? These..." These little bastards. Just as Wen Haoran was about to curse, a man with a height of over 1.75 meters walked over in front of him.

"Hello." Zhou Yanchen came over and first said hello to Wen Haoran, then apologized: "They are all children from the neighborhood. We all play together. They are used to being noisy, but they don't mean anything malicious."

"I just can't stand those little bastards." Wen Haoran even took off his shoes just now and wanted to have sex with those little bastards, but was suddenly stopped and said angrily.

Zhou Yanchen smiled and saw from the corner of his eye that Sitong was silent.

The kid was scared away by Sitong, and the firecracker battle ended without an end.

Si Tong turned around and went directly back to Wei's house without looking at anyone.

...

In order to entertain the guests from far away, Grandpa Wei had a large table of fish and meat cooked at home.

On the round table.

Sitong sat in the corner, silent.

"The child is quite silent, haha." Grandpa Wei poured a glass of wine for Mr. Wen, smiling brightly.

"Silence is silence, but Tongtong's abilities are not small!" Mr. Wen has not seen Grandpa Wei for several years and has a lot to say.

"Oh?" Grandpa Wei was surprised, "How do you say that?"

"If it weren't for this child Tongtong, I'm afraid -" he would have died a long time ago. Mr. Wen didn't have time to finish a whole sentence.

A woman's voice sounded at the door: "My parents-in-law, it's so lively! Can I, an orphan and a widowed mother, come along and join in the fun!"

She was an aunt about fifty years old. The aunt came in from outside the house with a young man.

She is Aunt Wang from the same village. She is distantly related to Grandpa Wei. We don’t often interact with each other, but at any rate she is a distant relative. She is also a widow. Her husband died of a serious illness twenty years ago, and she is acquainted with her.

"Come on! Sit down! There are a lot of dishes today! Come on!" Grandpa Wei invited generously.

Aunt Wang took her son and sat down.

Aunt Wang's son is none other than Zhou Yanchen, who met Sitong and the others not long ago.