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Chapter 69 He is just an accomplice 3
He was obviously a boy who was four years younger than him and a head shorter, but for some reason, Zhang Mingyi was shocked by him.

Compared with Mr. Tong's blunt threat, this Qi Luobai feels more scary.

That kind of clear expression seemed to see everything, and there was a faint, cold light in the light-colored pupils.

How to describe it?The first time he met the boy's eyes, he only felt a chill down his back, from the soles of his feet to his heart.

When he was almost about to confess, he saw a tall girl crowded in the crowd and gestured to him.

So, Zhang Mingyi swallowed the words that came to his lips.

Turning his head away, he avoided Qi Luobai's eyes, "I don't know what you're talking about, I'm looking for the teacher because I met a ghost while walking at night."

"Ghost?" The boy seemed to have heard the funniest joke.

"Yes, what's so funny? In the woods, a black shadow flashed past. I was frightened, so I called my life teacher over."

"Well," the life teacher came forward to testify, "Xiao Yi said so last night, and I comforted him, saying that he might have read it wrong, and coaxed him for a long time."

"Look," Zhang Mingyi shrugged, "I'm not lying."

Saying so, he forcibly broke free from the shackles of Little Rabbit Dad, "If you have evidence, you can sue me."

"You kid think I don't dare?" Little Rabbit's father didn't expect that he would contradict him just now, and he was furious.

Zhang Mingyi turned his head and snorted coldly, "Hmph!"

Trying to suppress the anger in his heart, the man calmly analyzed: "You pass a message to Xiaotu and trick her out, that's enough to convict her."

"What crime? I originally wanted to use Qi Luobai's name to ask Xiaotu out to confess my love to her, but I saw a ghost, so I didn't dare to go to the back mountain. Of course I ran back to my room."

Different from before, Zhang Mingyi continued as smoothly as if he was reciting lines from a script book: "Who stipulated that releasing female pigeons is breaking the law?"

It is clearly a sophistry, but there is no place to refute it.

Little Rabbit's father was so angry that he clenched his fists, not knowing what to do with this brat named "Zhang Mingyi".

"You mean confession?" Tong Xiaotu opened her mouth, and asked in a small voice, "We don't know each other, so why are you confessing?"

"Do you need to know each other to confess to a girl?" His face turned red, he didn't dare to look into Xiaotu's eyes, "I think you are very beautiful and cute, Xiaotu, so..."

In the middle of speaking, he lowered his eyes shyly, and seemed to blame himself: "It's my fault, I shouldn't be afraid that you ignore me, don't want to come out, and lie to you in the name of Qi Luobai."

Being stared at critically by the girl, he continued to murmur "sorry", "sorry", "sorry".

His eyes were slightly red, and he said regretfully, "If I didn't ask Xiaotu to go to the back mountain, I wouldn't have caused Xiaotu to be pushed into the well by ghosts."

"Could it really have nothing to do with him?" Tong Xiaotu hesitated for a while, then asked Brother Luobo, "Maybe it's really a ghost?"

"Little rabbit!" Qi Luobai frowned, "There are no ghosts in this world."

"Brother Carrot..."

It was the first time seeing a boy speak to him so seriously and forcefully, and Little Rabbit somehow felt a little wronged.

"I'm sorry," Qi Luobai anxiously comforted the girl when she curled her lips and lowered her head, "Xiaotu, I'm not angry with you."

The anger wasn't because Xiaotu thought it was a ghost, but because Zhang Mingyi didn't say a word of truth, but it shouldn't be a lie that he liked Xiaotu.

Immediately, with a helpless sigh, he said to Little Rabbit's Dad: "Uncle Tong, if he continues to argue like this, there is nothing we can do."

　Thank you little fairies for your support and comments! !I don’t even think that Miaomiao wrote his childhood sweetheart as a copycat version of Conan, 5555~ touched ing! ! !There are four changes today, and the last one at ten o'clock.That's right, that's right, a belated "520, pen refill".

　　
　
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