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At eight o'clock in the morning, the students came downstairs one after another to have breakfast.

With sharp eyes, Tang Jia saw Meng Zhe sitting alone on a chair at the entrance of the hotel.

"Meng Zhe, why are you sitting here with your clothes so wet!" Tang Jia's face was full of concern.

"I did it all night, can the clothes stay wet?" Meng Zhe smiled, patted the side, and motioned her to sit down and talk.

"Sit all night~? Are you dying?" Tang Jia was like a cat whose tail was stepped on. After hearing Meng Zhe's words, Tang Jia jumped up and stared at Meng Zhe like that.

Meng Zhe signaled her to be quiet: "Don't worry, I'll talk to you slowly!"

"Okay!" After a while, Tang Jia calmed down slowly.

"Why are you so slow in reacting today?" Meng Zhe glanced at Tang Jia.

"Isn't that your problem today?" Tang Jia snorted, her expression unnatural.

"My question?" Meng Zhe pointed to himself with an innocent face.

"Who knows what medicine you took wrongly today, and you became so gentle!" Tang Jia continued arrogantly.

"I, gentleness is still wrong, right!" Meng Zhe was speechless.

"I feel like I'll get used to you changing back to the way you were before!" Tang Jia Tang Jia said with some coyness.

"Yoyo, molesting girls here again!" At this moment, a voice that made Meng Zhe frown came from the door of the hotel.

I saw a well-dressed and handsome young man coming out of the hotel.

His demeanor is very chic, and it is easy to attract girls, but what he said is enough to make girls' impressions fall badly.

"Yang Zhiyuan, it's you shit stirrer again!" Tang Jia said through gritted teeth.

After finally having a chance to be alone with Meng Zhe, he was so gentle today, but it turned out that this shit-stirring stick broke the atmosphere.Tang Jia wished he could chop Yang Zhiyuan with a knife.

Meng Zhe smiled slightly: "If you get angry, you lose!"

Tang Jia nodded obediently: "Well, I won't be angry for him!"

Meng Zhe turned his head and looked at Yang Zhiyuan again: "Tell me, what big news do you want to make this time? Last time I heard that you wanted to pour dirty water on me, but it didn't work, and you even let yourself fall into a violent storm!"

Yang Zhiyuan's eyes were full of resentment, but he didn't make himself angry, but said back: "Why, a player who skipped the game has the nerve to accuse me!"

"Hei, I skipped the match because I didn't want you to lose too badly, so I gave you back my face, right?" Meng Zhe was amused, as if he was watching a fool perform.

Yang Zhiyuan also smiled: "Very good, I will get this place back!" After speaking, Yang Zhiyuan returned to the hotel.

"This man is sick, and he didn't offend him, why do you find fault every day!" Tang Jia's face was full of anger.

Meng Zhe patted her on the shoulder: "Let go, anyway, he is the one who suffers every time!"

"I'm just a little depressed. It's obvious that he finds fault first every time, but his face looks like we offended him!" Tang Jia kicked her calf indiscriminately, her face full of resentment towards Yang Zhiyuan.

"Let's not talk about this. I will take you to a fun place tomorrow. You may not be able to come back for a long time. You should explain the matter so as not to delay it!" Meng Zhe changed the subject with a smile.

"Really!" Tang Jia looked at Meng Zhe excitedly.

Meng Zhe nodded: "You have to cooperate with me when the time comes, otherwise you won't be able to get in!"

"That's okay, I'll do whatever you ask me to do, there's no difference!" After finishing speaking, Tang Jia rushed to explain things to her classmates!
"This little girl!" Meng Zhe shook his head with helplessness on his face.

He patted behind him, got up from the stone bench, and when he was about to go upstairs to wash off the dirt on his body, something happened to him again:

"Meng Zhe, stop!" A coquettishly dressed girl who smelled of cosmetics stopped him.

Meng Zhe stopped, but he didn't look back, he just stood there.

Meng Zhe knows this taste without looking at it, this is the girl with the most news in the school, Wang Yixin.

"No time!" Meng Zhe resolutely refused, fearing that she would continue talking non-stop, Meng Zhe went upstairs after speaking.

The girl saw that Meng Zhe didn't even glance at her, her face was full of sadness.

"Isn't my news just to attract your attention? In fact, I didn't do anything!" The girl was just like that, squatting in a corner and crying silently.

It's a pity that Meng Zhe has already gone upstairs. He couldn't hear what she said, and even if he heard it, he would laugh it off. After all, a Tang Jia is enough, and he doesn't want to live in trouble every day!
After cleaning, he went to Lin Yingtong's room to take a look as usual:
I saw Xing'er combing Lin Yingtong's hair. Seeing Meng Zhe coming, Lin Yingtong directly handed the comb to Meng Zhe.

Xing'er smiled embarrassedly, but Meng Zhe didn't know what to do, after all, he hadn't combed his hair too much.

"Ask, how do you comb your hair!" Meng Zhe looked at Xing'er for help.

Xing'er took the comb from Meng Zhe's hand: "Let me do it!"

Seeing Xing'er took the comb away, Lin Yingtong didn't want to do it, she reached out to get the comb in Xing'er's hand.

Xing'er gave a helpless look, and then gently returned the comb to Lin Yingtong.

After getting the comb, Lin Yingtong turned around and handed the comb to Meng Zhe again.

When Zhe was in trouble, Xing'er opened his mouth to relieve Meng Zhe.

Meng Zhe made a direct decision: "Just do as you say!"

Afterwards, Meng Zhe asked Lin Yingtong to sit back on the stool, and Meng Zhe occupied behind her, listening to Xing'er's instructions step by step.

During this period, Meng Zhe pulled his hair many times, but Lin Yingtong didn't yell.

Meng Zhe fell into deep thought, maybe Lin Yingtong just lost some emotions, so her brain is not too clear, but her thoughts should be able to do it.

Meng Zhe first made a simple test: "What breakfast do you want today, I'll buy it!"

Xing'er understood that Lin Yingtong was the one to ask about this matter, and she was already in Bigu now, it didn't matter whether she ate or not.

After a while, Lin Yingtong really spoke as Meng Zhe guessed:

"I want clear soup, egg patty soup, and fried dough sticks!"

"Okay, just wait for me, it will be soon!" Meng Zhe quickly agreed.

Just as she was about to walk out of the room, Lin Yingtong's voice continued to come from behind: "I'm getting a snail noodle. Remember, there are [-] dumplings!"

"No problem, just wait and eat!" Meng Zhe ran to the breakfast shop as fast as he could.

Wang Yixin, who was crying, suddenly felt a gust of wind blowing by her side, making her body tilted, she screamed involuntarily, there was a bucket of boiling water next to her, if it hit it, it would definitely disfigure her face.

At this moment, Tang Jia, who was in the distance, ran over at her fastest speed. Just when Wang Yixin closed her eyes and was about to accept the cruel reality, a small hand grabbed her by the collar and pulled her back forcibly .

Because Wang Yixin was wearing a skirt, when Tang Jia pulled her like this, only a slam was heard, and Wang Yixin's skirt was directly torn a big hole.