Senior sister, I really don’t have any improper thoughts about you!

Hear the sound.

Jiang Jingqiu looked in the direction of the voice.

Several seniors who had been glancing at her from time to time suddenly looked towards the cafeteria entrance.

Urgent.

More and more people turned their eyes to the cafeteria entrance.

What are you looking at?

Jiang Jingqiu also turned his gaze away in confusion.

result.

Four ponytails suddenly caught her eye.

Especially two of them.

Unexpected glare.

.........

"Master Li!"

"Old rules!"

"Two!"

Miss Jiang put five dollars on the table, looking like a woman of the world.

See this.

Master Li at the cafeteria window smiled.

"Jiang Ning."

"Why are you so late today?"

...

"no way."

"We are trapped by the secular past."

Seeing Miss Jiang pretending to be profound, Qi Wen at the side couldn't help but chuckle:

"Uncle Li."

"Don't listen to her nonsense."

"She just sleeps in and refuses to get up!"

This made Miss Jiang a little anxious.

There are so many people around here.

How can you, a young wife, bring shame upon your man?

"Uncle Li, this girl can actually sleep better than me!"

"She was still... ouch, it hurts! Wrong, wrong!"

.........

Until you sit down.

Miss Jiang was still rubbing her waist.

"Wenwen."

"Where did you learn this unique skill of pinching people?"

"It really hurts."

Hear the sound.

Qi Wen snorted softly.

"See if you say bad things about me again in the future."

These words made Miss Jiang look aggrieved.

"I'm not telling the truth..."

Just saying.

Two plates suddenly landed on their table.

then.

Miss Jiang felt her two ponytails being lifted up and shaking.

This strange feeling made Miss Jiang very uncomfortable.

Grabbing her braid, she turned around and glared at a brick.

"what!"

"whee."

Sun Qian made a teasing sound.

"Have you, the vixen, cultivated a second tail?"

Vixen?

Fox, you hammer.

Miss Jiang pulled back her ponytail and glared angrily:

"I tell you."

"Fox spirits are human eaters!"

...

"Yo."

"I'm so scared."

Seeing that the Sun Niangs looked fearless.

Miss Jiang was at a loss.

He angrily took out his anger on the eggs in front of him.

This caused the other members of the sister group to laugh.

……

Not a moment.

The girls chatted and laughed and talked about today's New Year's Day entertainment activities.

"Did you guys get tickets for the haunted house on the basketball court?"

"No, I can't get it."

“I heard that they were all booked when they were first put on sale two days ago.”

"You really know how to play."

...

"So is the tea party of Class 8 of Senior 2."

“I heard the tickets are selling very well.”

“When I asked yesterday, they were almost sold out.”

"You see, there are so many people fighting for this thing that is just for eating sunflower seeds and chatting."

Hearing Luo Shanshan's question.

Miss Jiang said this unhappily.

"I'm playing a honey trap, do you understand?"

Honey trap?

In an instant.

The little girls immediately understood what Miss Jiang meant.

Then one by one, they cast teasing glances at me.

"Yin Dejun's was a honey trap."

"What about your class?"

"I heard that the three hundred advance tickets were printed and all of them were sold out."

"Whose credit is it?"

...

"It's not me anyway."

Miss Jiang's cunning argument:

"The tickets are sold by others!"

"I'm only responsible for the class layout!"

Mr. Jiang, who was stubborn, immediately received a lot of cold stares.

Speaking of which.

Sun Qian, who was standing by, suddenly thought of something and asked in confusion.

"Ginger ginger."

"I heard it from someone."

"A lot of the things your class sells are donated by the class members themselves, right?"

...

"Yeah, what's wrong?"

Miss Jiang poured all the remaining side dishes into her porridge, stirring it while saying:

"You don't have anything you want to sell?"

"I'd like to make it clear in advance that there will be a handling fee for selling on your behalf!"

...

"What the hell."

"You little money-grubber."

Sun Qian said something contemptuous, then blinked and asked:

"I heard that there are some of your personal belongings in there..."

"Is it real?"

...

"how is this possible?"

After hearing what Sun Qian said, Miss Jiang's face was full of surprise.

"How could I possibly sell my own underwear on consignment..."

"Let's talk again."

"Wouldn't it be offensive to sell something that someone else has used?"

however.

Faced with Miss Jiang's doubts, Sun Qian just shrugged.

"I don't know if it's diaphragmatic or not."

"But there are boys in our class who are ready to go to your class's stall to pick things up."