Miss, you are my future wife

Chapter 5 The Alley Princess
On the way home, Xiao Yao felt in a good mood.

Such a passage appeared in his mind:
You have activated Shen Jie's reputation.

Your reputation with Shen Jie has increased by 3000 points.

Your reputation among Shen Jie has reached friendly.

Don't get me wrong, it's not that he has awakened some system, it's just that he has played too many games.

Having said that, it was actually not in the plan to be able to talk to Shen Jie today.

He recognized Shen Jie immediately.Firstly, she looks too much like Shen Tianyun—uh, there seems to be something wrong with saying that; secondly, before coming here, he had already searched for the keyword "City Seventh Girls High School + Shen Jie" in Canhua Internet Café up.

Undoubtedly, Shen Jie is a little celebrity in school.Not only can you find her photos online, but also videos of her hosting school performances, videos of karate splitting wood, and so on.In the "Seventh Girls' Middle School in the City", on the first page, three boys from other schools posted posts to inquire about her.

Regarding the post bar, she is similar to Yu Luying.

Speaking of it, I wanted to take a look at it from a distance and leave, but I still couldn't help talking to her.

It doesn't matter if you strike up a conversation, the key is that you were caught fishing in the milk tea shop, and somehow admitted that you wanted to chase her, and in the end you were forced to tell the truth about what happened in the mirror.

This woman is not just a matter of being too strong...she is that kind of "powerful" in all aspects.

If Xiao Xiong knew about this, Xiao Yao could already imagine what he would say: "Give up, you can't hold this woman."

Shut up, stinky bear.Xiao Yao waved his fist towards the void.

He spent a lot of time returning home from the Seventh Girls' High School in the city.

First take the bus to the bank of the Yellow River, then spend [-] cents to take the ferry, and then take the bus when you arrive in Jiangxi, which is really tossing.

Maybe, try the subway next time.

He opened his right hand, and the string of QQ numbers on the palm of his hand was very pale, but Xiao Yao had already memorized it.

After all, this was the first time he touched the hand of a girl of the same age, so he couldn't help recalling the sudden tenderness.

After getting off the bus, he turned into a narrow riverside path—on the left was the not-so-pleasant Suzhou River, on the right was a row of low and dilapidated Shikumen houses, and at the foot was the bluestone road.

Yu Luying lived in this row of lit houses, and Xiao Yao would always pass by her door when returning home.

In the first semester of high school, he and Yu Luying often went to and from school together, so everyone thought they were a couple, and it was taken for granted.

Although, they're really, really just friends.

Just as Xiao Yao was about to go through and knock on the door, the narrow wooden door creaked open, and then Yu Luying walked out from inside.

This child is tall and thin, with straight bangs, a shawl of straight hair as black as a pencil, a simple headband on his head, and a small melon-shaped face with beautiful features: deep eye sockets and a straight nose , the chin is pointed but not protruding, there is no smile on the pearly lips, the pale complexion and the drooping corners of the eyes cast a layer of melancholy on her body.

She was wearing a pale yellow short-sleeved shirt and a three-quarter check skirt. Her white legs were curvaceous, protruding from the skirt and extending into the white socks above her ankles. She was wearing a pair of candy-colored plastic slippers .

The girl held a plastic spittoon in her hand, and dumped the yellow liquid into the gutter in front of the door with ease.

After emptying the spittoon, he put the lid back on and carried it with his left hand. Two beautiful little feet climbed up and down the steps in front of the door alternately.

As soon as her toes touched the steps, her smooth heels lifted up lightly in the slippers, agile and graceful.

The delicate white socks pulled out traces of lines in the movement, and also drew beautiful arcs in Xiao Yao's heart.

"Yu Luying!" Before she entered, Xiao Yao called to stop her from behind.

The girl stopped, turned around, and grabbed her left arm with her right hand: "Why did you skip class this afternoon?"

"How did you know?"

"Teacher Yao's calls are coming to me," Yu Luying lowered her eyelids, "I thought you were with me?"

"Ah..." Xiao Yao's heart sank slightly, hoping that the teacher in charge didn't call grandma.

"She wants me to tell you, go to her office on Monday morning." Yu Luying pursed her lips.

It's so nerve-wracking...

Xiao Yao untied his schoolbag and took out "Poetry Magazine", "Teacher Yu asked me to bring it to you."

There was a hint of a smile in the girl's eyes, as if seeing an old friend she hadn't seen for a long time.

She took the magazine with her right hand: "Thank you."

"I heard that you are sick," Xiao Yao put his schoolbag back on his back again: "What's going on?"

Yu Luying bit her lips tightly: "It's okay."

"Say." Xiao Yao stepped forward half a step, with a firm tone.

Yu Luying hesitated for a moment, and showed Xiao Yao the redness and swelling on her left wrist: "I slept well last night, and suddenly woke up with pain, as if someone had hit me with a stick, promise, it's just the wrist.

"I was having breakfast with my uncle in the hall this morning, and suddenly my knees and elbows were hit by something, and they were swollen again." Yu Luying pointed to the position of her knees.

"What did the doctor say? Could you have rheumatism?" Xiao Yao asked with concern.

Yu Luying shook her head: "I went to the hospital, but nothing was found. Besides, in the morning, I still felt bloated in my stomach, but I couldn't vomit anything until noon. At noon, my arm was still My feet are numb for no reason..."

Xiao Yao frowned: "It sounds really evil—why don't you ask your priest and uncle to exorcise evil spirits."

"Superstition." Yu Luying slightly rolled her eyes.

"Yingying!" A female voice came from upstairs.

"Ah, my mother called me, goodbye." Yu Luying was a little flustered, and flashed through the door with a spittoon in her hand.

(End of this chapter)