After wearing the book, I became the villain’s little fan girl

Maybe the little girl was just on a whim, and it won't be long before she gives up because of his indifference. Better stay away from him, as they say.

The farther the better.

For those who live in darkness for a long time, light is not salvation, it only feels dazzling, and he doesn't like it.

"ah..."

Jiang Yao wrinkled her little nose, "Have you eaten breakfast yet? If you don't eat breakfast, you will have a stomachache, and the stomachache is very uncomfortable."

She clearly remembered that it was mentioned in the episode about Yan Zhi that he had a very serious stomach problem.

So Jiang Yao looked at him expectantly, with a little imperceptible nervousness, but he didn't answer any more.

Jiang Yao: "..."

I am!

Rejected again woo woo woo.

Jiang Yao's heart was in a panic, and she was a little helpless for Yan Zhi's repeated indifference.

The air stagnates.

The classroom was unusually quiet at the moment, and Jiang Yao could only hear the brushing sound of Yan Zhi's pen and paper colliding with each other.

Time slipped away bit by bit.

She looked at the bruise on the boy's face, and the ending of the book suddenly flashed in her mind.

Just when Yan Zhi thought Jiang Yao was going to give up.

The little girl cheered up again, put her delicate chin on Yan Zhi's desk, puffed out her cheeks, and stared straight at the boy: "I brought it for you specially."

Thirty-six tricks, beauty tricks!

Jiang Yao's voice was naturally sweet and soft, and after being deliberately softened, it was inexplicably attractive.

She got a little closer, her warm breath sprayed on Yan Zhi's fingertips, and her whole body was filled with a faint milk fragrance.

Stab it!

The boy stood up suddenly, and the stool made a harsh sound across the ground.

He said, "Jiang Yao, don't make such a fuss."

Turned around and walked out of the classroom, striding forward.

Jiang Yao lay on the table and was stunned.

My dear!

Ahhh, brother, that angle is too amazing!

The beauty crit killed me!

That jawline, that Adam's apple!

So sexy! !

As for Yan Zhi's indifference?

Sorry, the fan girl filter automatically ignores it.

"Hey, I don't care about it!"

Xu Yufei's sinister sneer sounded in the quiet classroom. Seeing Jiang Yao deflated, she was undoubtedly gloating.

Jiang Yao ignored her, left the ointment, and took away the insulation box.

She walked back to her seat, which happened to be next to Xu Yufei, separated by an aisle.

She turned her head and asked with a smile: "Do you know why Lao Tzu wrote the Tao Te Ching?"

"Because I am happy!"

"you..!"

Xu Yufei successfully changed her face.

The classmates in the classroom sighed.

You look at me, I look at you, and I see the same doubt in each other's eyes: Is this Jiang Yao who is as quiet as a little white rabbit?

Was it an illusion a few days ago? !

It is true that Jiang Yao seldom socializes, so she seems quiet. Only those who are familiar with her know that she is not a little white rabbit.

She turned her head with a little regret, student Xu's fighting ability is not very good.

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Yan Zhi left the classroom.

The cicadas were singing one after another, and the sun shining on my body seemed to be particularly scorching today.

"Hey, are you blind?"

A boy covered his shoulders and yelled at the boy in displeasure.

Seeing that the boy kept walking, the boy took two steps forward and grabbed the sleeve of his school uniform. After seeing the boy's face clearly, he was filled with disgust immediately: "...So it's you, the broom star!"

Yan Zhi lowered his head slightly, and the boy suddenly saw the darkness in his eyes, as if he wanted to swallow him up.

The cloth material that was originally held by the hands loosened with a jerk.

Damn, horror!

Yan Zhi ignored him and left.

The boy adjusted his school uniform, cursed "unlucky" in a low voice, and turned around to leave.

Passing through the long corridor, the boy turned into the toilet.

Yan Zhi washed his face, and a delicate face was reflected in the mirror. The broken hair on his forehead was wet with water, and the mist made the gloom in his eyes hazy.