Xue God, you got the wrong object

Chapter 11 Traffic Lights

Lin Zhou: It's another day I hate the deskmate of the school committee.

Regarding the oolong incident in the morning, Jiang Ling remembered that the protagonist and heroine really didn't want to mention it, and she couldn't explain it clearly.

"I saw a girl being robbed this morning, so I beat up two of them. Jiang Shi, the boss and a red-haired boy were standing together. I didn't see clearly from behind, thinking they were the same as the two. Those with yellow and green hair belong together."

"As for fighting..." Jiang Ling paused, her eyes were calm and calm, but there was a certainty in it that made people believe, "Probably because of the potential inspired by the harsh environment."

Jiang Ling's words are of course half true and half false. Of course, the heroine was not robbed but almost molested by social scum.

Only the red-haired Chi Zimu is true.

The male lead's friend Chi Zimu, when she was reading a book, she felt that he was a second-hand guy, who would have thought that he was a non-mainstream second-hand guy?

I don't know which tendon is wrong and dyed red hair to stand with the male lead.

After being beaten into a daze, he scolded Jiang Ling and said that red is unlucky, so he ran out to dye his hair again, and dared to commit crimes against the wind just before class.

It's really bold, I don't know what is the obsession with dyeing hair.

His two gangsters with red hair and one yellow and one green really make people feel that they should be mixed together.

The three of them have to stand in a row, so they can go directly to the intersection and stand there.

Traffic lights are saved.

The morning light gradually revealed, and the soft golden glow reflected on the glass windows, sprinkled on the second and third classes of high school.

In the classroom, the temperature is gradually heating up.

During the first half of what Jiang Ling said, the boys and girls who asked the question believed it, but they didn't fully believe it. They just accepted the fact that Jiang Ling had definitely changed.

When Jiang Ling said at the end that she had a potential to fight, the words on their faces were "Do you think we believe it?"

And why do I always feel that Jiang Ling's expression is a little unlovable?

Qin Shu said quietly from the side, "You are quite helpful."

"Boss really hates you, think about what you did, and apologize." Qin Shu was still drawing eyebrows, listening to the chattering of unpromising classmates around her, and suddenly said something when she thought of something.

Jiang Shijing is not the kind of person who just hates people casually.

Jiang Ling, who was replying to her classmates: ...

You really hit the nail on the head, she doesn't know what's going on, isn't she doing nothing to the heroine in the current plot?

But you're right, she needs to get on good terms.

She doesn't want the villainous female supporting role, she still has to live here if she wants to complete the mission and get a new life.

But she didn't want to finish the next task, she would have to spend the rest of her life in the bureau.

But now she really doesn't know how to face the hero.

"Elder Sister Qin, what are you talking about, don't scare people, Jiang Ling just came back." Some people have already started to speak for Jiang Ling.

"Who are you talking about?" Qin Shu raised her eyebrows and flew over.

Then the classmate continued, "Jiang Ling, don't be afraid, brother Jiang is quite nice."

"It's just beating people a little bit harder."

Jiang Ling: ...

The people around wanted to ask again, but it happened that the class bell rang and this class was still a chemistry class, so I had to give up, and everyone reluctantly went back to their seats.

The sound of twitching stools soon resounded in the classroom, as well as complaints that had not completely dissipated.

"It's so boring to start class so soon."

"That's right, it's still chemistry. This class in the early morning can really make people sober, and it can't make people live."

"Maybe we're talking about papers?"

(End of this chapter)