Jiangshen's Xiao Zuojing is strawberry flavored

Chapter 11
Forget it, let's talk about it when Jiang Si comes back.

Qiao Mian narrowed her eyes, looking rather sleepy and lazy.

She looked at the list and found that the class group had already followed a red 99+, which made Qiao Mian dazzled.

She can't be seen by anyone who doesn't participate in the chat. How did those active people do it?
See nothing, blind hair?
Qiao Mian glanced roughly, but didn't turn the front.

In the class group, there is generally no important thing to post. In all likelihood, there are a few more active people chatting in it.

She skillfully clicked on the upper right corner and sent a Do Not Disturb message to the group.

Song Ruan was talking about the sports meeting at this time, and he also attached photos of the last sports meeting—all ugly photos.

Just post it, and Song Ruan will provoke another wave.

[Song Ruan: Hahahahahaha I have a collection of G's sports games here, let you choose. 】

Xu Xing appeared most frequently in the ugly photos—Jiang Si didn't.

After all, with this person's appearance, he really looks good in any photo. Song Ruan has given up the idea of ​​having Jiang Si's ugly photos.

[Xu Xing: @宋罗 you are dead. 】

Song Ruan and Jiang Si were still on the basketball court, Xu Xing came back early, otherwise Song Ruan would be punished on the spot.

Song Ruan reckoned that it was because of this that she dared to make such a show.

【Gao Chen: Hahahahaha Song Ruan, Xu Xing is going to assassinate you. 】

【Ji Yu: Hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa 】

[Xu Xing: @高晨忍言他, right now. 】

Gao Chen is the monitor of their class. He is usually very lively and has a good relationship with Song Ruan.

So the two of them had no scruples and gave Song Ruan a 10-minute silence gift package when they came up.

"Hahahahahaha" and "nice job" filled the screen in the class.

This wave, this wave is called what you deserve.

Qiao Mian clicked "Add One" to match their formation.

She propped her chin, No. [-] middle school sports meeting so early?
It had only been a few days since school started, and they started discussing it.

Qiao Mian thought for a while, and sent two messages to Jiang Si.

【Joe: When is your sports meeting?I just saw Song Ruan talking about the sports meeting in the group. 】

【Joe: Thank you for taking me to the infirmary. 】

Also followed a kitten emoticon package.

Qiao Mian usually doesn't use emoticons when speaking, but she just downloaded them, fresh out of the oven.

Now the conversation between her and Jiang Si is reasonable, and there is no need to feel the awkward chat of "thank you" and "you're welcome".

Jiang Si replied almost in seconds.

[Jiang Si: You're welcome.

[Jiang Si: The sports meeting is still early, at least after the monthly exam. 】

Qiao Mian: "...?"

So why discuss it now?

Seemingly guessing what Qiao Mian was thinking, Jiang Si sent another sentence after a while.

[Jiang Si: He's just trying to comfort himself, don't worry about it. 】

Jiang Si didn't know that he had the honor of asking Qiao Mian to post emojis, but this kitty Su also got it.

Song Ruan: "...?"

He was silenced and had nothing to do, so he just watched the whole process of Jiang Si receiving the news.

No, who sent you a message, it is necessary to laugh like this?
Song Ruan leaned over, just in time to see the sentence "he is comforting himself".

"Damn it, Siye, do you want to go too far?" He put the mineral water bottle in his hand aside, filled with righteous indignation: "Don't even let me comfort myself?"

Jiang Si laughed: "Okay, you can comfort me slowly."

He got up and threw the basketball back into the storage box beside him, "I'm going back to the classroom, the next class is Lao Chen's."

Being late to Lao Chen's class is no different from chronic suicide. If you are late for one minute, you are more likely to die.

(End of this chapter)