The villain's transformation plan

Chapter 325 I don't want to see pink things anymore
As soon as school started, Wen Mofan entered the second year of high school.

When Xu Yanzhijiu came to the future school, Sun Changgong came over to ask about the situation when he first arrived at the class.

"It's nothing, just got a little injury." Xu Yanzhi understated it without going into too much detail.

"Then September's physics competition, can you still participate?"

Not long after school started, various competitions came one after another.As an elite student in the Mathematics Olympiad class, the teachers have devoted a lot of effort and hope to Xu Yanzhi.

But he didn't come to class for most of the semester last time, and he didn't know if he could keep up with the progress.

"can."

"it is good."

Sun Changgong and Xu Yanzhi chatted for a few words before returning to their seats.

Hu Yilu behind her listened to their conversation, thinking that when she first entered the classroom, she also felt that something was wrong with Xu Yanzhi.His walking steps are very slow, and his movements are also very light. With his appearance, he has suffered a minor injury, but he must have suffered a serious injury. He has been recuperating at home.

However, Hu Yilu didn't ask too much, since he didn't want to talk, there was no need to keep pestering him for questions.

She just looked at Xu Yanzhi curiously, then lowered her head and started reading.

At this time, someone sat down in the seat next to him.All of a sudden, it blocked the sunlight coming in from the window and completely blocked her.

Hu Yilu turned her head to look, and saw Song Ziang with an indifferent expression.

He still looked like an old man, put down his schoolbag, and was about to sleep on his stomach.

"Hey."

Hu Yilu saw something was wrong, and leaned over to stare at him.

Song Ziang glanced at her, "What are you doing?"

"What happened to your nose?"

Hu Yilu saw a Band-Aid on his nose.

"Isn't that obvious?"

Song Ziang's tone was fierce, which made Hu Yilu unhappy immediately.

"I just care about you, why are you so fierce?"

After finishing speaking, Hu Yilu moved the seat to the side twice, away from him, and ignored him.

Song Ziang's face collapsed, and he was about to say that this is also called fierce?Later, when he thought about it, he had no reason to talk to the girl, and he didn't bother to talk to her anymore, so he just slept on his stomach.

The more Hu Yilu thought about it, the angrier she became. Just at this time, the pen in her hand was out of oil.She shook it hard twice, shaking it, as if something was wrong.

Suddenly, a shadow fell from the side, and a gust of cold air seemed to surround the whole body.

Hu Yilu turned her head silently, meeting Song Ziang's gaze.

Song Ziang stared at her with a dark face, and Hu Yilu saw that there was a dark streak of paint on the left side of his face, which looked like a mustache.Looking at it, Hu Yilu couldn't help laughing.

When she smiled, Song Ziang's face became even more gloomy.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry." Hu Yilu quickly apologized.

This is school bully!

She dared not offend this man.

"I'll wipe it off for you right away."

As she said that, Hu Yilu quickly lowered her head and found a tissue from her schoolbag, and carefully reached out to wipe the ink on Song Ziang's face.

But the more you rub it, the bigger the black area, and it looks more ridiculous.

Hu Yilu couldn't help laughing even more happily.

Song Ziang's face was as black as the bottom of a pot at this time, as if he was about to hit someone with a stool in the next second.

"sorry Sorry."

Hu Yilu held back a smile and apologized.

"Do not touch me."

Song Ziang said angrily.He immediately grabbed her tissue and wiped the oil on her face fiercely.

"This one needs a damp paper towel to wipe off."

Hu Yilu spoke softly from the side, but Song Ziang rolled his eyes.

He held out his hand to her, begging for wet wipes.

Hu Yilu pursed her lips, still holding back her smile, her eyes widened, and she said softly, "I didn't."

Song Ziang gave up completely and was going to go to the bathroom to deal with it.

But just at this time, the class bell rang, and the teacher came to the classroom early.

As soon as he got up, Hu Yilu reached out and tugged at the corner of his clothes. He turned his head and looked at her fiercely.

"Well, the teacher is here." Hu Yilu stretched out her hand, pointing at the teacher on the podium in front of her with her white fingertips.

"Don't worry, I'll borrow it for you."

Song Ziang had no choice but to turn back and sit back in his seat, with a look of lovelessness on his face.

"Wen Mofan."

Hu Yilu called Wen Mofan's name, Wen Mofan looked back at her, "What's wrong?"

"Do you have wet wipes?"

"Have."

"Lend me one."

Wen Mofan gave the whole package of wet tissues to Hu Yilu, Hu Yilu thanked him, and then carefully put the package of pink wet tissues on Song Ziang's table.

The school bully took out a wet tissue with flowers on it, and wiped it on his face in a rough manner.

Hu Yilu watched silently from the side, not daring to say a word, and even tried to restrain her breathing as lightly as possible.

"Ok?"

Song Ziang turned his head to look at her.

Hu Yilu hurriedly nodded like a chicken pecking at rice.

Later, fearing that he would not believe him, he handed him his small pink mirror. Song Ziang took out the mirror and looked left and right to be satisfied.

"Song Ziang, why is a big man so ugly in class?"

The math teacher on the stage stopped him.

Then, everyone in the class looked at him.

Everyone looked at Song Ziang, the school bully who is usually fierce, and now he is holding a small pink mirror to look at him. This picture is really not harmonious.Many people watched and laughed.

Song Ziang put down the mirror, his face darkened even more.

Hu Yilu on the side blushed with suppressed laughter, but she was afraid of laughing out loud, so she gasped heavily to regulate her breathing.

"Song Banhua, come up and do this question."

The math teacher was an old urchin, and he made fun of Song Ziang when he saw this.Calling him class flower immediately aroused the laughter of the classmates again.

Song Ziang was extremely speechless at the moment, he went up with a displeased face, and worked out the questions on the blackboard.

As soon as he sat down, Hu Yilu moved her stool towards him and apologized in a low voice, "I'm sorry, Song Ziang."

Song Ziang ignored her.

"I'll give you candy, don't be angry, okay?"

The girl's voice was soft and glutinous, and she sounded aggrieved.

What is she wronged?
It's not a good thing she did!

At this time, a white hand appeared in Song Ziang's field of vision, with a few fingers quietly approaching his table, pushing a few pink candies onto the table.

After doing all this, as if he was afraid that he would hit her, he quickly withdrew his hand.

Song Ziang looked at the three pink candies, and suddenly laughed angrily. He turned his head and looked at Hu Yilu whose face was tense, "I don't want to see pink things again."

Pink wet wipes, pink mirrors, pink sugar, how come there are so many pink things for Madeleine girls!

As soon as the words fell, Hu Yilu quickly reached out and put the three candies into his pocket at the speed of light.

Afterwards, seeing that Song Ziang was still staring at her, she said softly, "You don't want me to take off my shirt, do you?"

(End of this chapter)