Quick Transmigration: Rescuing the Blackened Male Lead

Shen Mubai couldn’t help but look at the side. If you think about it thoughtfully, Chen Jiahui’s people, except Du Yao’s because of the guaranteed number of places to enter this school The other three people seem to be because of someone to help or other reasons.

Since I was in high school, the relationship between these three people has become very general. Although Zhou Wei and He Dawei are a class, their relationship does not seem to be very good.

However, in the current situation, Shen Mubai did not have the extra time to speculate on the relationship between several of them. He said, "It is time to go to the rooftop."

"But Da Dawei didn't come." Du Yao was hesitant. She was afraid that she would be angry because of this when she was left. When they were beaten, they were still a few, and they could not help but blame He Dawei.

"It's too late, even if we are willing to wait for him, he may not be willing to come." Shen Mubai glanced at the time and raised his face.

Chen Jiahui had resisted the incomprehensibility of the Shangtiantai. The unknown fear made him sweat out of his body, and he felt a slight leg.

It’s not just him, Du Yao and Zhou Wei’s situation is not much better.

They are all afraid to go to that place, afraid that the left will really come, and they are afraid that the other party will not appear.

The footsteps of the crickets rang in the stairwell, and the closer they were to the destination, the more timid they were.

The person who took the lead was Chen Jiahui. The light was a little dim. Although the ground was very clean, the atmosphere was cool and quiet.

Because not only students, but even teachers rarely come to this place.

The roof of the roof is not locked, just simply take the lock and copy it.

The sweat of Chen Jiahui's forehead slipped to the lower jaw, and the throat was rolling slightly, and the hand paused still on it.

Behind him is Zhou Wei, then Shen Mubai and Du Yao.

Zhou Wei is also afraid, so he did not urge Chen Jiahui.

Until Shen Mubai sounded a reminder.

Chen Jiahui reacted like a dream, swallowed a slobber, and then took the lock that was buckled on it.

"嘎哒"

A dull voice sounded and the door of the rooftop was opened.

Just like the road to hell, the bodies of several people involuntarily stiffened.

The masseter muscles trembled slightly, and even the pupils were tightened in a circle. Chen Jiahui just used up the last strength to push the door completely.

"嘎哒-"

The dull voice seems to step on everyone's heart, bringing the rhythm of the drums like a drum.

Chen Jiahui, who walked in the front, took the first corner. The sweat behind his neck soaked his collar. It seemed that there was a cold wind blowing, and a small chicken skin appeared on his skin.

The sight of the rooftop is unobstructed, empty, and silent as if a needle fell to hear its voice.

Zhou Yi subconsciously stepped back, until someone pushed him by hand, "Go."

It is summer leaves.

The calm voice of the other party was heard in his ears. Not only did he not smother a little bit of anxiety and fear, but he also liked a reminder, letting him be like a cold water in the winter, so cold and snoring.

Four people went on the roof in turn.

Today's weather is not good, some dull, and there is a cool breeze.

Although there is no meaning to rain, the sky gives people a feeling of depression and breathlessness.

Du Yao was afraid of crying, and the voice line was a little trembling. "Have he come..."

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