The Queen's Rebirth: Your Highness, please bow your head

Just then a voice interrupted her train of thought.

"Master, the chairman is calling." Sen Chi stood at the door and said respectfully, his face was ugly for some reason.

"I'll go out first." He said to her lightly and walked out, closing the door behind him so that she couldn't hear anything outside.

The silence in the room was restored again. She stared at the ceiling and thought for a while. What happened now had begun to give her a vague sense of bad premonition. She couldn't explain the reason, and she felt a little anxious unknowingly.

I hope I think too much. . .

. . .

When Beigong Jiyun returned to the room after answering the phone, the moment he opened the door, he found that Mu Yuluo was fully dressed, with the fake scar on his face pasted on the head of the bed, and her hands were in mid-air, as if It looks like it's about to open the door.

"Are you leaving?" I don't know what was said on the phone, his expression looked much colder after going out, but he still tried his best to control himself to maintain a consistent appearance in front of her.

"Excuse me." She said politely, walked around him and walked out the door.

"Wait!" He stretched out his hand to grab her left wrist and said in a low voice.

After a long silence, he said slowly, "Don't you want to win? I can help you."

There was a little disappointment in her eyes. He had said the same thing in the past, and her answer was: My purpose is to become stronger.

And he can actually ask such a question at this time, what does it mean?It means he doesn't have this memory. . .

She pulled his hand down calmly, not wanting to explain further, glanced at him indifferently with sideways eyes, and asked simply: "Don't you believe that I can win with my own strength?"

He fell into silence, and slowly let go of his hand. After she left, he still stood where he was, asking himself over and over again.

What happened to him?Knowing that she is very strong, but still offering to help her, doesn't the marathon prove everything?Although he always believed in her, he still had doubts for a moment, how could a marathon novice who had not trained for a long time win the championship.

But when her weak but bright smiling face reappeared in his mind, he suddenly realized that he really underestimated this woman. . .

Starting from the second day, after nearly a month of competition, Loharin took advantage of the few days of post-match adjustments to arrange everyone's classrooms. It is hard to imagine that there will be such a school where the freshmen start for the first month. I met in the classroom once, but after a month of running-in, I realized that not all the faces in front of me were new faces after arriving in the same classroom.

For a while, the originally quiet new classroom was filled with a lively atmosphere. The students talked, laughed, and chatted, without any sense of restraint when meeting for the first time.

Mu Yuluo sat quietly in the corner of the classroom by herself. Her body was sore from the marathon. What she needed most now was rest. . .

It seems that no one has noticed that the girl with a thin back and a cold temperament in the corner is a well-known all-round student in Loharlem. She is lying on a brand-new desk, resting with her eyes closed, facing out the window, and letting people see her. I don't know her face.

But at this time, there was a discordant commotion outside the classroom.

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