Super Student's Three-realms Army

In everyone's eyes, this girl seemed to have been favored by God. She had given everything in this world that was related to beauty to this girl for free.    

However, this girl, who was favored by God, would occasionally look out of the window while sitting in the classroom. There was always a trace of unconcealable longing and worry between her brows.    

"Zhao Ying'er, you were absent-minded in class again!"    

"Did something happen in your family? You have been feeling restless these few months."    

The lecturer on the podium looked at Luo Yurou with concern and asked.    

Luo Yurou was his favorite student. He was counting on her to inherit his mantle in the future.    

"It's nothing, Professor Song. I just fell asleep a little late yesterday. I'm a little sleepy in class today."    

"However, please rest assured, Professor Song. I will definitely not experience a similar situation next time."    

Zhao Ying'er stood up from her seat and was about to say something when the phone on her desk suddenly buzzed.    

After Professor Song nodded on the stage, Zhao Ying'er could only pick up the phone apologetically. She was about to scold her best friend who was calling her during class.    

Suddenly, Soong Jiayi's shouts could be heard.    

"Ying'er, Zhang... Zhang Xiaofann, he's back!"    

"Plop..."    

Suddenly, the phone in Zhao Ying'er's hand fell to the ground. Under the puzzled gazes of the students in the classroom, Zhao Ying'er was like a statue, frozen in place.    

He...    

He came back?!    

"..."    

When Zhang Xiaofann left the Third People's Hospital of Peiping University, he immediately rushed to the Willow Academy.    

However, when Zhang Xiaofann returned to the Willow Academy, Zhou Cui'e and Zhang Daping had already rushed back on their earliest plane.    

After seeing Zhang Xiaofann, Zhou Cui'er immediately ran over and hugged him tightly, afraid that her son would be the same as two years ago, without any news of him.    

"Mom, I'm back!"    

"Don't worry. No one on this blue planet can take your son's life."    

Zhang Xiaofann patted his mother's back and comforted her in her ear.    

At the same time, Zhang Xiaofann looked at his father, Zhang Daping.    

Zhang Daping was standing at the entrance of the hall. He was only fifty years old this year, but his hair was already white.    

It was obvious that in the two years that Zhang Xiaofann was not around, this man, who was not good with words, but had a lofty backbone, was enduring an unprecedented amount of pressure!    

After seeing Zhang Xiaofann, Zhang Daping only nodded slowly, but the gratification in his eyes was beyond words.    

"Xiaofann, don't go out on a trip next time, okay?"    

"Let's not cultivate this immortal in the future, and live a peaceful life …"