Quick Transmigration: The villains don't follow the routine!

"Okay, okay!" A slender girl with long hair reaching her waist heard this, and hurriedly picked up her things in her hands.

The four of them walked on the path back to the dormitory. Song Le was the shortest, at 160, walking in the middle, like a basin.

The other two people in the dormitory, one is the study committee member of the class, who is at the same table as Yu Yan, named Lu Xiaoshao.

Big glasses frame, boy head, tomboy like.

As soon as she said it, the nickname became a spoon, and she accepted it with a smile.

The other one is Banhua, Fu Hui, a great beauty with aloof appearance but actually amusing.

Just like what Song Le remembered, the three of them had good personalities. They talked and laughed along the way. The three of them said that Song Le was responsible for silently laughing from ear to ear.

Back in the dormitory, after washing up, Song Le'an sat quietly at his desk.

——Silently brush the questions.

I don't know why, but in this plane, Song Le always has the urge to brush up on the test papers and questions when he sees them.

Over there, after Mo Yuanyuan finished washing, he inadvertently caught a glimpse of the little floral pajamas worn by Song Le, and was embarrassed for a few seconds.

Looking down at the pink plush pajamas on her body again, she couldn't help but want to laugh: Song Le, it's too cute.

Although the clothes are... well, old-fashioned, and the hairstyle is... well, very old-fashioned.

But the appearance of the honest little girl with soft white and wide eyes is so cute.

When Mo Yuanyuan climbed the small stairs to the upper bunk, he couldn't help thinking of it fondly.

At the same time, a reminder sounded in Song Le's mind: "Friend Achievement: Achieve 1/3."

Song Le, who was writing quickly, was a little stunned. Somehow, he suddenly had a good friend?

——A few days ago, Song Le, who thought this task was easy, heard an explanation later: "It's easy to win favor, but you have to be loved by someone from the bottom of your heart, especially like you, to complete a friend achievement." .”

So now, is there someone... who loves her in particular?

The first thing Song Le thought of was Mo Yuanyuan, and she couldn't help turning her head to look at the doll-headed girl who was lying on the bed, wearing pink rabbit pajamas and dangling her legs.

Mo Yuanyuan felt her gaze, turned his head to look over, and subconsciously bent his eyes and smiled.

Song Le blinked slowly, turned around with a smile, and wrote a line in the sketchbook for her to read.

Mo Yuanyuan poked his head out curiously, and was very new to this way of communication.

The neat and correct font on the book reads: Mo Yuanyuan (Love) Thank you today!

Song Le raised his head, pursed his lips, held up the sketchbook, and looked away a little embarrassedly, with a shy smile on his fair and small face.

Mo Yuanyuan...

Mo Yuanyuan was adorable.

#一个正确drawing a love heart or something, eh#

"No, you're welcome, just call me Yuanyuan from now on." Mo Yuanyuan hurriedly waved his hands, stumbling.

The communication here caught the attention of the two people over there.

Fu Hui, who was applying the mask, turned her head because her lips were restricted by the mask, moved her lips slightly and asked, "Has Lele not been able to speak this year?"

Song Le nodded and wrote: "Yes, but the doctor said that after he recovers, he should be able to speak slowly."

Lu Xiaoshao was sitting cross-legged on a chair reading a book, she also looked over at this moment, blinked and said, "I'm curious about your voice."

Song Le pursed his lips.

To be honest, she was curious herself.

Seeing the pile of test papers on her desk, Lu Xiaoshao said in admiration as if thinking of something again: "Oh! By the way, you are so good at today's physics class, Lele. Even Yu Yan was able to solve the problem. I remembered it after reading the theorem you used."