The real daughter, she is a Buddhist boss

Chapter 222 We Win
On the phone, Shi Qing's words were like the last bell ringing in the monastery, which shook her soul violently and pulled her out of the dead sea.

She has never been so awake for a moment.

—Yes, she won't.

She is deeply trapped in the fog of repaying gratitude, and no one tells her how to go forward in the future; her only guiding direction is the word "repaying gratitude".

But it was these two words alone that made her exhausted physically and mentally for countless late nights, and even wanted to die.

Enough is enough.

She also wants to see the flowers bloom and listen to the cicadas; to live freely in the sun and hold her sister's hand to do what she should do at her age.

Even if Yu Zhaokang called her ungrateful, she would not hesitate.

After all, in the past three years, hasn't he treated her like a cow or a horse?

Now, she is just a human again.
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The basketball hits the backboard hard and falls into the hoop.

The harsh whistle sounded, announcing the end of the game.

"Class 19, Senior One, win!"

--we won.

On the court, Luan Zhou happily hugged Ding Shuming and started to spin around, yelling like a wild horse that had run loose. Even if Ding Shuming held his head down, it would be of no avail.

Fang Yao picked up his own towel and wiped the sweat from his forehead, and reached out to take the water that He Xuanzi handed him.

Looking up, he caught a glimpse of the uncomfortable look in the girl's eyes. He moved his fingertips slightly, clenched the water bottle in his hand, and explained in a slow voice, "Sorry, I didn't mean to hurt you just now."

He Xuanzi sullenly, expressionless, to see what he wants to say.

"At that time, I thought that Meng Yu was injured to help Yu Zhaokang buy water, so I stopped you. Even if you passed, it would only make her look more pitiful."

"……Oh."

Fang Yao tilted his head and poured down half a bottle of water, and after recovering, he glanced sideways at her, with a calm expression, "I don't want you to be like her and become the object of ridicule in class 18. But now Meng Yu can realize that Yu Zhaokang is not a good person, And get away from him, which is good."

The stadium was full of voices and noise.

In the midst of the commotion, He Xuanzi heard the ethereal words of the young man blowing in the wind.

"Even if Class 19 is a plate of loose sand, it shouldn't be the loose sand that others step on."

Boom, boom——

The heart in her chest suddenly beat like a drum, and the audience was cheering, but she heard her own heartbeat.

Hot air rose from the tip of the ear, and the blood pumped in the blood vessel spread to the back of the ear, causing a slight blush.

--Mother!This man teased me! !
The other party admitted the mistake, and He Xuanzi couldn't put on a cold face any longer. She moved her lips and stammered, "You...you shouldn't look at people with colored glasses."

Even though Meng Yu's previous behavior was indeed contemptible in the eyes of outsiders, the only person who was hurt by those things was herself.

As classmates, they should not talk about it.

"Yes. You're right." He tightened the cap of the bottle in his hand, and stared at the girl seriously with downcast eyes: "I'm sorry for scaring you."

"Next...down is not an example."

The deep voice brushed against the ears, plucking at the heartstrings.

Holding on to the last sliver of reason to finish speaking harshly, He Xuanzi hugged the ice water and "dendenden" ran to the spectator seats, walking straight to Meng Yu.

Fang Yao watched her leaving back, even he didn't notice that the corners of his lips were already slightly curved.

——Looks like he just came here to give Meng Yu cold compresses with ice water.

He unconsciously squeezed the water bottle in his hand, feeling a sense of loss in his heart for no reason.

So the bottle of water was just handed to him?
(End of this chapter)