"That's not certain. Even if you are smart, it doesn't matter. If you don't get along with the aura of the school, it's possible that you don't want to be a top student. Am I just an example?" Mo Chengxuan pointed at himself.
He felt that his name was too easy to pronounce, so he couldn't escape the teacher's questioning time and time again.
If the old man hadn't been there to choose a name for the child at home, he would have put all the rare words on it so that his son wouldn't have to go through what he went through.
Mo Tiantian looked at her brother like this and shook her head slightly, "My brother is pursuing this kind of pursuit. It's better for everyone to give up and don't listen to him."
"Uncommon words won't work, and local names won't work... Then let's... change to a taller one? Use an English homophony? What about William Xiao?" An Yanuo suddenly asked with a flash of inspiration.
But Jamel Xiao shook his head, "No, Weiwei and I's child should be born in a Chinese style."
"This won't work, and that won't work either. All of our heads will be big." Anyano said he had a headache.
Xiao Jinghan also had a headache, but he had to choose. This was his second son. There was no way he would be called Baozi without a name.
This group of people couldn't come up with a name for a long time. In the end, Mr. Xiao made the decision and chose Xiao Ziyu directly.
Ye Weiwei thought the name was pretty good, so Xiao Jamhan reluctantly accepted it.
Soon, the baby reached its 100th day.
A lot of people were invited to Xiao Ziyu's 100-day banquet. Everyone came to celebrate, while Little Baozi stood alone in the garden, thoughtfully.
Seeing that Little Baozi was like this, kid Nangong Xing came over and handed him a lollipop. His face was cold and he said, "Xixi is fine in another place."
Little Baozi nodded, tore open the paper of the lollipop, ate it slowly, and at the same time said, "I'm not a good brother."
"It's useless to talk about it now. People can't be immersed in self-blame forever. We have to take a long-term view." Nangong Xing looked at the distance not far away with an indifferent expression.
Although she is young, she always has a weather-beaten feeling, as if she has experienced all kinds of hardships that others have not experienced.
Little Baozi looked at her thoughtfully and said, "Yes, we should take a long-term view. Do you want to continue studying here in the future?"
"No, I'm going to train. I might become the most powerful killer." Nangong Xing said domineeringly.
Little Baozi smiled, put his small hand on Nangong Xing's shoulder, and said with an extremely serious expression: "Nangong Xing, you are a girl, you can't stand out in everything, let alone be a killer."
"You are not me, how would you know that this choice is not the best for me?" Nangong Xing looked at the little bun.
The little bun nodded and said, "I'm sure, I know you live with a mask. When you grow up, your heart will become softer and you need to be loved."
When Nangong Xing heard this, his little face finally changed, with a slight blush, and he whispered: "You don't want to act like you know everything."
She doesn't like to be looked at like this.
She is not weak, she is not weak at all, and she does not want to be a weak person.
But she didn't know why, but she felt that having Little Baozi looking at her like this made her feel completely different.
"Do you think they were childhood sweethearts?" Not far away, Huo Rufeng looked at Little Baozi and Nangong Xing, curled his lips, and said to Lu Zian.
Lu Zian nodded and smiled, "Yes, that's good."
"How about you also get a son?" Huo Rufeng said suddenly.