Almighty Goddess of Rebirth

Chapter 107
Lu Chaochao gnawed on an apple and shook his head, "No need, I didn't do anything, just treat me to a meal then."

Seeing her serious expression, Yan Jiahui nodded fiercely and hummed.

Because we are friends, so this is enough!

The two smiled at each other.

"By the way, you can help me get the wholesale money to your friend when the time comes."

"...Okay." Lu Chaochao had forgotten about it, after all, that friend didn't exist at all, so he could only accept the money handed over by Yan Jiahui.

After putting away the money, Yan Jiahui was still excited, and she probably wouldn't be able to sleep if she was asked to sleep, so Lu Chaochao let her play here, and sat down at the desk to make clay figurines by himself.

Seeing this, Yan Jiahui became very interested. She knew that Chao Chao had the ability to make clay figurines, and Li Li's was the proof!
Moreover, there are many small things on this desk, which are exquisite and cute. Now that I can watch Lu Chaochao's clay figurines up close, Yan Jiahui naturally wants to come over.

The black soil is very obedient in the white and slender hands, but the shape is squeezed out in the blink of an eye, and then the small tool next to it is used to draw and draw, and the outline comes out.

Yan Jiahui's eyes widened as she looked at the short-haired clay figurine's head, which looked cute but had an unhappy expression, and she didn't know who it was.

"who is this?"

Lu Chaochao didn't speak, he lowered his head and squeezed another big piece of mud, rubbing it rather viciously. Yan Jiahui was aroused by her expression with great curiosity, and leaned to the side to look more seriously.

In the end, after the little clay figurine was made, Yan Jiahui thought it was time to start painting, but saw that Lu Chaochao was already cleaning up the mess, "Why didn't you paint it?"

After cleaning the table, Lu Chaochao opened the small cabinet next to it and put the clay figurine in.

Yan Jiahui was standing in a position where she could see the inside, and saw that there were actually two clay figurines that looked the same as this little clay figurine, but they moved differently, so she immediately blocked Lu Chaochao's movement of closing the door, and leaned over to look at it with her whole head.

The three little clay figurines are all the same size, and they are all dark clay-colored. Except for their different movements, they all have unhappy expressions, but no matter how you look at them, they are clearly boys!
Is it...?
Yan Jiahui felt that her heart of gossip was burning, she rolled her eyes, and ran to the small balcony to find Lu Chaochao who was washing her hands, and said with a wicked smile, "Chaochao, who is that little clay figurine?"

"It's not anyone, it's just practice." Lu Chaochao replied expressionlessly.

practise?Yan Jiahui doesn't believe that the practice can be hidden so tightly?

"Is it a classmate in our class?"

Lu Chaochao could tell what she was thinking just by looking at her expression, but she was wrong, "Squeeze it casually, how can I answer it?"

After finishing speaking, she walked back to the dormitory, and Yan Jiahui followed behind her like a ghost, asking, "Hey, Chao Chao, do you know that the boys in our class have a crush on you?"

Lu Chaochao closed the cabinet door and said, "I know."

Yan Jiahui was speechless, she was so narcissistic!I looked at that face again, and I was discouraged. He has a self-willed face!
"Then, Chao Chao, do you have someone you like?" Yan Jiahui smiled ambiguously.

Lu Chaochao reached out for an orange, raised his eyelids, "Jiahui, do you like Fang Yi?"

Now students have already started judging the school flower, class flower and class grass.

Lu Chaochao is recognized as the only school belle in No. [-] Middle School, but the candidates for the school grass are more controversial. There are also many good-looking boys, and naturally they all have their own fan groups. Many school grass.

Fang Yi is also one of the school grassroots. He is in the first and second classes of senior high school. He has good academic performance and is the monitor of the class. He can play basketball. The fans follow.

Yan Jiahui was dumbfounded, and then her face slowly turned red. Seeing the interest in Lu Chaochao's eyes, she snorted and acted very generously, "What's the matter? Isn't it normal to like Fang!" Suddenly she suddenly realized, "Oh? Why did you mention Fang Yi suddenly? Could it be that the little clay figurine is Fang Yi?" Then he laughed again, "I see, don't worry. Chao Chao, I won't snatch it from you! Go and confess boldly!"

Lu Chaochao peeled a piece of orange and stuffed her mouth, "Just talk nonsense!"

While chewing on the orange petals, Yan Jiahui didn't take any time off, "Who is that little clay figurine? I'm so curious!"

Lu Chaochao was so quarreled that he couldn't help it, so he stuffed the remaining orange petals into her mouth, choking until she rolled her eyes.

Yan Jiahui managed to swallow it, but Lu Chaochao turned around and pushed her away, yelling, "Let go of you Chaochao, I must find out who that little clay figurine is!"

Lu Chaochao pushed her out of the door in one breath, and was about to close the door, when Yan Jiahui blocked it with her hand, grinning, and could only say helplessly, "You won, that's my brother!"

After speaking, he pushed her away bluntly and slammed the door behind him.

Yan Jiahui just jumped outside, "I don't believe it!"

"believe it or not!"

After a commotion, there was no movement outside, so Lu Chaochao turned off the lights, climbed up the bed ladder, jumped down half way up, went to the desk, opened the small cabinet, and looked at the three dark clay figurines inside. Son, the mood changed from anger to complexity, and then fell into silence.

It's the same this year, birthday gifts still can't be delivered to you.

He closed the cabinet with a "bang" and climbed onto the bed in two or three strokes. He couldn't help but took out a thin card and fumbled for the writing on it. He threw it back on the pillow and raised the card. That sentence can be seen in the dark too.

I know you miss me.

"Now that you know, why didn't you even leave me the address..."

Holding this card, she fell asleep.

On Christmas Day the next day, Lu Chaochao knocked on the door next door, but didn't hear a response. He guessed that Yan Jiahui was going to sleep all night, so he didn't wait any longer. He went out to buy breakfast by himself, and brought a copy on the window sill , and nested at 509 again.

Although it's Christmas, for single dogs, it's better to hide in the dormitory!

With complicated emotions, Lu Chaochao turned his mobile phone into a computer, logged in to CC, and received a bunch of photo sharing from his mother as usual. He endured it and set up a block. He could only resign himself to his fate and open the CC website. , Went to cheer on my mother's Weibo.

There's no way, if she doesn't go to Weibo to like and comment in time when her mother shares it, the same post will definitely be shared in the next few days, and the sharing can only be suspended by watching it.

After applauding the latest Weibo of "Fangheyu", Lu Chaochao went to her own Weibo again and uploaded a few photographs, all of which were taken with her mobile phone, which can be regarded as a work of literature and art, but her The only fan is the mother. From the browsing history, it can be seen that the mother and daughter are a mutual praise group.

(End of this chapter)