The tall and fierce girl named Bao Xinyu said impatiently: "Chen Qing, can you speak? I told you not to stimulate him! Do we still want to participate in our competition?"

She pulled Zhao Yuanjing and left: "What are you still standing there? Let's go quickly. While there is still some time, take care of your clothes, makeup and hair. How can you compare if you are soaked all over? Fortunately, we brought a spare one..."

"Oh, Zhao Xiaojing!"

The strong man on the other side shouted, "I heard that you are seeking death, your aunt is so anxious. Don't forget to call her back!"

Zhao Yuanjing looked back at him, thinking of the phone being pinched in his hand, he had to nod.

He was not familiar with the place when he came here, but just now he heard the tone of the boy that there was indeed a girl named Yundai here.

Fourth Middle School?

Is it a place name?

Zhao Yuanjing made up his mind to find her and see if it was Yun Dai he was looking for.

But at present, he needs to solve the problem of "Zhao Xiaojing".

They all thought he was Zhao Xiaojing, and he decided to make the mistake first, find out the situation around him, and then go to Yun Dai.

He once heard Yun Dai mention that everyone here has a unique ID card, which is something that can prove his identity.

If not, it is a black household.

Can't take a bus or stay.

Not even able to work.

It's almost impossible to move forward.

However, looking at the boy's appearance on the picture on the mobile phone, he was only fourteen or fifteen years old. At this age, it would be fine if outsiders misunderstand it, but Zhao Xiaojing's parents and family would definitely recognize him at a glance.

Zhao Yuanjing was thinking in his heart that he had been pulled into a simple house.

Bao Xinyu was anxious: "Sit down quickly, take off your clothes, I'll put on your makeup! Chuchu, go and bring the spare set of Hanfu!"

Zhou Chuchu quickly went to the side and rummaged through the boxes.

Zhao Yuanjing raised his head and saw himself in the mirror, and was stunned.

The eyebrows are still the same eyebrows, long hair tied up high, and a black robe.

But, I'm much younger.

Although Zhao Yuanjing has always maintained a young appearance, he looks like he is in his twenties after all, which is completely different from the young man with tender eyebrows and eyes in the mirror, who is only fourteen or fifteen years old.

He raised his hand and touched his face.

There is a light, brown mole under the corner of the left eye.

It's him.

In the mirror is what he looked like when he was a teenager.

Why?

After passing through that magnetic field channel, his body became much younger?

If you look at it this way, he is eighty or ninety percent similar to the boy named Zhao Xiaojing on his phone.

No wonder none of these people saw the abnormality.

Bao Xinyu acted quickly and untied his hair, and there seemed to be no surprise at all about his long hair.

But when she took off the black jade hair crown, she looked at it more because of her warm and luxurious texture.

However, she didn't think much about it, picked up the hair dryer and dried Zhao Yuanjing's long hair.

Zhao Yuanjing was still immersed in the shock of becoming a teenager and didn't care about the buzzing hair dryer.

However, when she put on makeup on Zhao Yuanjing, she asked in surprise: "...Hey, why do you have a mole here? I remember when I put on makeup on you last time, there wasn't one."

Zhao Yuanjing came back to his senses and looked at where she pointed.

It was the mole at the corner of his eyes.

Very small and shallow.

If you are not close, it is difficult to find.

Zhao Yuanjing: "I don't know."
Chapter completed!