The school grass is slightly sweet

Chapter 181 He is my medicine

When the girl finished speaking, her blood was boiling just now, and for some reason, the person who was desperately suppressing her suddenly lost her fighting spirit and let her go loosely.

"Whoo~"

"You are simply a crazy woman!"

She crumpled her flowery branches into hawk-grass grass, exhaustedly got up from the bottom of the table, as if shaking out of a chicken coop, hurriedly took her small mirror to tidy up her appearance.

"Even if you still have a little conscience, the sun came out in the west today, and you were so kind to let me go..."

While combing her hair, the girl murmured in the mirror, not wanting to, and gradually heard a little bit of strange voice——

It's eerie and chilly. At first glance, it sounds a bit like the creepy voice of crying graves in A Chinese Ghost Story.

Huazhi slowly took away the mirror, and saw that the person behind the mirror who was still fierce and fierce just now, who looked like the Monkey King, now looked delicate, weak, miserable, and really felt wronged.

Whoops, that little face is blushing, the mouth is pouting, the tears are cloudy, the nose is twitching, I don't know, I thought it was her who was bullied just now.

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"I'm so miserable, and you still say..."

The moon's dry throat was slightly choked, and after a while, with a miserable expression, she picked up the beloved pencil case, hugged it tightly in her arms, and rubbed it with her chin.

It would be perfect if the background paired her with a song "Yijianmei" or "Little Cabbage".

Ever since she came back from Internet affairs Rufeng that day, she and Lu Jingyun...

No, the names of the two of them can no longer be put together, like points on two straight parallel lines, no matter how much you move them, they can’t intersect together. There is a word in the profound Chinese culture to describe them as the most It couldn't be more appropriate - like a stranger.

To be honest, she seriously doubted whether Lu Jingyun was in a car accident when he went back to school that day. This was by no means a curse, but Lu Jingyun had miraculously lost his memory!
He became completely unfamiliar with her and ignored her, even if he saw her, there was no trace of emotion in her eyes, as if she was a roadside vendor.

Whether it was morning reading, she was slouching at the window of the second class, or she was hanging around the entrance of the men's toilet like a pervert during class, or she deliberately fell on him in a 'weak way' when the flag was raised.

He can avoid him perfectly, and even when he travels, the boys around him always wave after wave, just like the emperor is traveling, so that she, a rebel, has no chance to get in touch with him at all, she really wants to be by his side The boy's little xx was cut off!

The only time to raise the flag every Monday is a good opportunity for the two of them to be alone. As a result, Jiang Han did not know when he became so familiar with the owner of the school’s canteen. He learned about the quick calculation from him and insisted on sharing it during the time when she was out of the gym. experience.

Share a fart experience!She does have a lot of ideas on how to chase male gods, even male gods don't care about you, do you want to share it!
If God gave her another chance, she would absolutely, absolutely not help the shop owner that time!

The more I thought about it, the more the moon's 'illness' gradually worsened, and the last one stood up, leaning against the wall as the sun was fading away, covering her mouth and coughing (choking) a few times, her expression became more and more dejected.

"Hey, moon-old talented girl, are you seriously ill? Would you like an ancient evil doctor to give you a pulse?"

Huazhi stretched out her hand like a taunt, hooking the bangs in front of her once in a while, the moon shook her head heartbroken, "Don't bother with the quack doctor, heart disease must be healed by heart medicine, and the person who tied the bell is needed to untie the bell, the benefactor will help me It's better to invite that predestined person, he is my medicine..."

The corners of Huazhi's mouth twitched, thinking beautifully.

Your medicine is now eager to poison you to death.

(End of this chapter)