The Savior is just a 3-Year-Old

How was he going to explain this?

After all, he had almost cut off his head and exiled him.

Lu huaijiang couldn’t think of a solution in a short time, so he simply found an excuse to avoid it.

Soon, it was the 16th day of the first month.

On the 16th day of the first month of the year, the Academy started school. Jiang huailu happily carried the small bag that the Xia family had prepared for her and went to school.

The carriage creaked as it twisted to the school gate.

Only then did he realize that his friends had already arrived at the Academy.

“Eh, why isn’t zhuzhu here?” Little Lulu asked the young master in front of her in a soft voice. The young master’s face turned red.

“Zhu Zhu came to the Academy in the morning, and even brought old master Wen. The teachers gave her a new test paper, and it seems like she’s going to be promoted.”

Just as he finished speaking, he saw yang pinfeng coming in with a lame leg.

“Lulu, ah Yin has gone to school in her place. He promoted three classes in one go and even got the first place in that class.” Yang pinfeng’s face was filled with shock.

Although he was in zhuzhu’s body, he was not always awake.

He didn’t expect it to be so powerful.

“Do you think zhuzhu will come back?” Yang pinfeng limped and placed his empty bag on the table. He sat down and started to gossip with Lulu.

Young Lulu furrowed her pretty eyebrows.

“Not necessarily. Big sister Zhu Zhu is not happy.” Ever since Lulu had met her,

To her, life was a burden, a burden.

She didn’t have a strong heart, so she probably wouldn’t be able to survive until the end.

Young Lulu even guessed that if it wasn’t for the fact that she had her brother ah Yin in her body … Perhaps she had already walked on the path of no return, accompanying her deceased mother.

Yang pinfeng laid on the table and sighed.

“Why didn’t my mother give me twins? Help me when I don’t want to go to class or do my homework. Lulu, we haven’t done our homework yet. Let’s go and stand outside the door together.” Yang pinfeng was so touched that he pulled his little master.

With his little master standing at the door with him, what did he have to do? He would not have been so calm if he did not know that Lulu did not write anything either.

The young Lulu turned around and looked at him with a deep gaze.

He pulled out a stack of books.

“I’ve already finished,” he said slowly.

As soon as he finished speaking, the master entered the door with the rattan.

Yang pinfeng’s back trembled as he sat up straight.

He looked at Jiang huailu with a dazed and horrified expression, as if he had betrayed him.

She trembled as she flipped through her homework, and it was exactly the same handwriting as hers!

She clutched her chest and collapsed on the table in pain.

“You, you … Didn’t you say you would stand at the door together and not write?” Tears were streaming down her face. She was so shocked that she was about to cry.

Young Lulu chuckled and lowered her voice. “Brother Lu wrote it for me.” He lifted his chin and was very pleased with himself.

“Lulu, you betrayed me. You actually didn’t help me write one! Didn’t you say we’ll live and die together, and that we’ll go through thick and thin together?”

Yang pinfeng hurriedly packed his things and stood up.

He said loudly.

“Master, my father is dead. I want to go home for the funeral! Three days off!” Young master Yang’s voice was loud and clear as he raised his hand and shouted..