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

　　 Maybe the little girl is just on a whim, and it won’t be long before she will give up because of his indifference. It's better to stay away from him, as they say.

　　 The farther the better.

　　 For people who have lived in the dark for a long time, light is not salvation, it will only feel dazzling, which he doesn't like.

"what..."

　　 Jiang Wei wrinkled his little nose, "Then you have breakfast? It will cause stomach pain if you don't eat breakfast. It's very uncomfortable for stomach pain."

　　 She remembered clearly that Yan Zhi had mentioned in the extravaganza that he had a very serious stomach problem.

　　 So Jiang Yao looked at him expectantly, with a bit of unnoticeable nervousness, but he didn't answer again.

　　 Jiang Yao: "..."

　　 I'm gonna!

　　 was rejected again.

　　 Jiang Yao's heart was blocked, and she was a little helpless in response to Yan Zhi's repeated indifference.

　　 The air stagnates.

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

　　 Time slips away little by little.

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

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

　　 The little girl regained her energy, put her delicate chin on Yan Zhi's desk, bulging her cheeks, and staring straight at the boy: "I brought it for you specially."

　　 Thirty-six counts, beauty counts!

　　 Jiang Yao's voice is naturally sweet and soft, and after deliberately softening, it is inexplicably intriguing.

　　 She got closer, her warm breath sprayed on Yan Zhi's fingertips, her whole body was filled with a touch of milky fragrance.

　　 stab!

　　 The boy stood up abruptly, and the stool made a harsh noise across the ground.

　　He said: "Jiang Yao, don't do anything else."

　　 turned around and walked out of the classroom, striding to the shooting star.

　　 Jiang Yao lay on the table in a daze.

　　 My dear!

　　 ah ah ah, brother's angle is too amazing!

　　Beauty crit, I'm dead!

　　 That jaw line, that apple knot!

　　 is too sexy!

　　 As for Yan Zhi's indifference?

　　 Sorry, the Mimei filter automatically ignores it.

　　 "Hey, it's not rare!"

　　 Xu Yufei's yin and yang sneer resounded in the quiet classroom, and she was undoubtedly gloating when she saw Jiang Yao eating flat.

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

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

　　 She turned her head and smiled and asked, "Do you know why Lao Tzu writes the Book of Virtue?"

　　 "Because I am happy!"

"you..!"

　　 Xu Yufei successfully changed her face.

　　The classmates in the classroom are sighing.

　　 You look at me, I look at you, and I see the same doubt in the eyes of the other person: this is the quiet Jiang Yao who is like a white rabbit?

　　 It was an illusion a few days ago? !

　　 Jiang Yao really rarely socializes, so it seems to be quiet. Only those who are familiar with her know that she is not a little white rabbit.

　　 She turned her head back with a little regret. Student Xu's combat effectiveness is not good.

　　—

　　 Yan Zhi left the classroom.

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

　　 "Hey, are you blind?"

　　 A boy clutched his shoulders and yelled at the boy displeased.

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

　　 Yan Zhi bowed his head slightly, and the boy suddenly saw the gloom in his eyes, as if he was about to engulf people.

　　 The clothes that he was pulling on his hands were suddenly loosened.

　　 Damn, horror!

　　 Yan Zhi ignored him and left straight away.

　　 The man adjusted his school uniform, cursed "bad luck", and turned away.

　　 Across 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 water mist turned the gloom in his eyes into hazy.