Xiaojiao, the god of learning, is really hard to follow

Chapter 425 Scam Calls
"Don't move." Xie Zhi didn't intend to let go, and hugged her princess even tighter.

In this kind of public place, there were still glances from around, Yan Mumu whispered to Xie Zhi in a coaxing voice, "Someone is watching...you let me down first."

"Not loose."

Knowing that he was jealous, Yan Mumu bit her lip and said nothing.

About the day when the results of the Yimo exam came out, Jiang Zhao sent her a letter.

pink.

It was exactly the same as what Jiang Wan asked him to hand over.

But the surface is much more refined.

Yan Mumu didn't think much about it for the first second when he saw the letter. He thought it was Jiang Wan who asked Jiang Mu to let Jiang Zhao pass it over. He just asked, "Was it Wan Wan?"

Jiang Zhao smiled and said nothing.

Yan Mumu thought it was acquiescence.

After all, apart from Jiang Wan, Yan Mumu couldn't think of any other possibility.

So she put the letter in her schoolbag, and put it carefully in the inner layer, planning to read it slowly when she got home at night, and then write a reply letter.

Being busy with many things, Yan Mumu forgot the letter in the inner layer of her schoolbag after returning home at night.

It wasn't long after she was buried in front of the desk writing homework and heard the end of get out of class bell from Nanzhi High School opposite, the phone rang suddenly.

Quickly, Yan Mumu touched the phone.

Ever since Xie Zhi left, Yan Mumu's phone was turned on 24 hours a day, with the volume turned up to the highest level, just for fear of missing any call from Xie Zhi.

She was afraid that she would not be able to answer the phone call he made at a certain second when he was wavering.

Yan Mumu in the past six months.

Whenever I come back from school, my first reaction is to check my phone.

As long as there is a missed call, she will tremble uncontrollably and quickly go back.

Countless times of hope, and how many times of disappointment ushered in.

Call back every time.

It was not the voice she expected to hear.
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"Hello, I am xxx real estate here, the real estate...beep..."
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"Hello, is this Ms. Yan? Your car was photographed...beep beep..."
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"The online loan record you borrowed at xxx bank will affect the individual... Dududu..."
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"This is the school's Academic Affairs Office, and now you need to pay tuition and miscellaneous fees... Dududu..."

There were endless scam calls, and Yan Mumu hung up immediately after listening to a few words.

I have also received wrong calls from others.
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"Excuse me, is it xxx?"

Only at this time, Yan Mumu said, "Sorry, you may have made a mistake, but I am not."

The other party immediately apologized, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry."

After hanging up the phone, Yan Mumu sometimes even deluded herself into thinking, maybe Xie Zhi's phone is broken and he can't remember her phone number.

She imagined many kinds of results, and she had already answered in her heart, but she didn't want to admit it.

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That day, when she saw the word Jiang Zhao jumping on the screen of her mobile phone, she felt a sense of loss again.

When I picked up the phone, I couldn't hide the disappointment in my tone, "Hey, what's the matter, monitor?"

"Are you feeling unwell? You sound tired." Jiang Zhao on the other end of the phone was also a little worried when he heard her voice. He knew that Yan Mumu had something to do with Xie Zhi.

Ever since he returned to Nanzhi, he never saw a day when Xie Zhi didn't pick Yan Mumu to and from school.

Jiang Zhao didn't feel anything since he didn't see Xie Zhi on the first day.

But when this situation lasted for ten days and a half months, Jiang Zhao felt that something was wrong, and it was obvious that Yan Mumu's state was not right. From time to time, he would pull out an iron box from the hole in the table and open it. It is full of paper cranes.

She would always look at the thousand paper cranes in a daze.

It's like thinking of someone through the thousand paper cranes or looking at someone through the thousand paper cranes.

(End of this chapter)