Quick wear: spoil the villain as a stand-in

Chapter 127 No one doesn't like studying, right? (12)

Feng Qiting: "..."

He watched Ling Yang's back go away, then he turned around and put his schoolbag on his back, and walked all the way to the alley, where a man in a black suit stood at the end.

Without saying a word, he walked past the man and got into the car.

Not long after that, the long-running Lincoln, which was wiped brand-new and clean enough to reflect the light, gradually faded away.

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At this time, Ling Yang was standing at the entrance of the cafeteria, his eyes swept over the low wall behind the cafeteria, the place had been blocked, a few security guards were patrolling with batons, presumably they were waiting for someone.

And this person... Ling Yang knew it well.

However, she herself showed no guilt, walked past the cafeteria door openly, and went back to the teaching building with a hache.

Behind them, several security guards didn't realize it. After all, what they were looking for was a delinquent girl who played truant with dyed hair, not a weak and delicate malnourished girl.

Besides...they didn't even expect that Ling Yang had climbed back from another wall.

When Ling Yang returned to the classroom, someone looked at her curiously, as if wondering where she had gone in the afternoon.

However, because Lingyang has a low sense of presence, and although her grades were poor before, she performed well, even if she skipped class for an afternoon, no teacher suspected that she was skipping class, but someone asked speciously whether she had gone to the bathroom.

Ling Yang lay on the table and spent the whole evening self-study. At the end of the evening self-study, she finally got up from the table and read the book twice.

Winding English letters and mathematical formulas flooded into her mind.

Ling Yang was silent for a second, then fell back on the table.

So, who invented English mathematics and physics!

At night, Lingyang returned to the dormitory, the dormitory was quiet at this time, Mo Yaoyao was sitting in front of the bed with red eyes, and the other two roommates whispered comforting beside her.

The whole day passed, Mo Yaoyao's mood did not drop but rose, the more she thought about it, the more wronged she became, and she was complaining in a low voice.

"I didn't ask Lu Qi to trouble her, why should I take it out on me in the end!"

"And it was indeed Xu Zhiyin who hit me."

The two roommates next to her didn't know what to say, so they could only look at each other and comfort her softly.

"I want to apply to the head teacher for a dormitory transfer!"

When Mo Yaoyao saw Ling Yang coming in, her voice became louder, and then she looked at the other two with hot eyes: "You guys also transfer to the dormitory with me."

There was a bit of hesitation on the expressions of the two roommates.

In fact, after less than a month of getting along with each other, they didn't think that Xu Zhiyin was a difficult person to get along with, that is, he spoke with an accent and was rustic and ignorant.But her background is not something she can choose. In terms of conduct...except for the beating incident last night and this morning, she has no problems with it.

But isolation may be like this, and sometimes they can't say any specific reasons, but in order not to be isolated, they can only keep silent.

Or make some actions that actually hurt others.

Although these things did not come from their original intentions, after a long time, they became the same as "evil".

The two roommates were obviously still struggling, but Mo Yaoyao was already looking at them with red eyes, trying to force them to make a choice with tears.

The two were silent for a moment, not even daring to look up at Ling Yang, and finally one of them whispered:

"Okay... After two days of vacation, we will tell the class teacher when we go back to school."

"Okay, that's it."

Mo Yaoyao immediately smiled.

She was about to cast a provocative look at Ling Yang, but she met the other party's half-smile.

Ling Yang was smiling, even the kind that came from the heart.

(End of this chapter)