Quick wear: the villain can also push the male protagonist!

Chapter 208 I am a person who loves to learn (End + extra episode) (plus To blush~)

Song Chengci stared at the handle of the knife that fluctuated with the voice, his heart was about to fly out in fright, he stepped forward and grabbed her hand, and said seriously, "I'll tell you what I want to hear, but don't talk, wait When the wound is healed, let’s talk slowly, there’s still time.”

But Bai Ling shook his head, struggling and said, "Give me... get me... a certificate of honor for being brave..."

Song Chengci: "..."

WTF? ? ?

Bai Ling closed his eyes, missing his bewitched expression, and persistently added, "It's best... at the city level, but...it can't be lower than the school level."

Song Chengci looked at her with twitching corners of his mouth: "...I'll find someone to do it right away, you shut up first."

Bai Ling breathed a sigh of relief, and closed his eyes peacefully.

...Although the male lead's emotional value has reached 100, the original owner's additional task has not yet been completed.

I almost forgot, but luckily I set an alarm clock to remind me, otherwise it would be a stain on my life.

She blocked the pain, and soon fell into a deep sleep under the pull of exhaustion.

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Warwick Middle School, Class 3, Senior Three.

Shen Yihuan looked at the blackboard for a while, then turned to look at the person next to him.

After doing this three or four times, he found that the other party was still not possessed by the secondary soul, he sighed, and finally couldn't help poking Song Yu.

"What's the matter with you these days? You changed your position and you were in a daze again, lost your soul?"

He turned his head and looked at the seat that had been vacant for An Haiyue, and couldn't help but ask, "Why is the little girl absent from class for so long? What's the matter with you two? Did you quarrel? Did she transfer school?"

Shen Yihuan babbled for a long while, and finally got Young Master Song to raise his eyes.

He leaned over expectantly, intuitively feeling gossip.

However, after straining his ears for a long time, he only heard Song Yu's confused way, "Huh?"

— as if he hadn’t heard the long string of words he just said at all.

The veins on Shen Yihuan's forehead twitched, so he could only attribute it to the fact that he didn't make it clear just now.

He resigned himself to repeating it, but suddenly he heard Song Yu say "ah" again, asked himself an answer, then lowered his head again, immersed in his own little dark cloud.

Three black lines slid down the back of Shen Yihuan's head, and secretly shook his head.

Late unrequited love, hopeless.

……

Song Yu also felt that he was hopeless.

In the past few months, his feeling is——

The sky suddenly collapsed.

It was sewn up again by Grandma Wolf.

He just breathed a sigh of relief.

Only to find that the sky was snatched away by the sinister, cunning and shameless grandma wolf.

...God knows why An Haiyue fell in love with his worthless father when she woke up.

...They actually hooked up quickly and started traveling around the world!

A few months ago, Song Yu didn't dare to think about how the little fox would react if he didn't like him and fell in love with someone else.

However, since she "died" once, although the result still made him furious, but...strangely, she didn't pick up a knife to murder her father in the middle of the night.

——Compared with the gap between life and death, it seems that everything else can be slowly resolved.

At this time, the phone vibrated, Song Yu came back to his senses, gritted his teeth and turned on the screen, and as expected, he saw the group photo that the couple had just posted in the space.

This time, it was on a big boat that looked very luxurious, and life seemed to be quite good, An Haiyue's thin face finally got a little fleshy.

He glanced at Song Chengci on the other side of the photo, struggled for a moment between "unfollow" and "long press to save", and secretly saved the photo, then immediately called up the photo editing software to cut off Song Chengci up.

He saved An Haiyue's solo photo, and then he let out a sigh of relief.

……

Yan Yixia put away his mobile phone, looked at the gloomy weather, and then at the messy cabin due to violent turbulence, and sighed, "What kind of physique do you have, and you have revenge against Tiandao to kill your father?"

Bai Ling fiddled with the "good luck halo" on his wrist, and this poor little guy couldn't even maintain his perfect shape, it was covered with fine cracks.

When another thunderbolt exploded not far away, it was finally overwhelmed and completely shattered into slag.

The corners of Yan Yixia's eyes twitched, a little imperceptibly frustrated, "...how about trying the halo of the heroine next time?"

"It's useless." Bai Ling shook off the debris on his wrist and stood up.

Originally, she had no interest in staying in the small world, and if Tiandao didn't want to, she naturally didn't bother to force it.

"Tiandao and I have no hatred for killing my father, but..." She squeezed Yan Yixia's chin, and suddenly smiled, "There is hatred for taking away my son." The son of destiny can barely be regarded as the son of Tiandao.

Yan Yixia: "..."

Seize the child?

He reacted for half a second, his eyes suddenly frightened, always worried that Bai Ling would suddenly pick out a child from somewhere in the next second.

Fortunately, the old monster is not so frenzied yet.

The two of them were speechless, so they had to stand at the door for a while. Soon, the hurricane roared, and the monstrous waves rolled in. The sound and waves drowned everything first, and the boat would capsize.

Amidst the roaring noise, Yan Yixia saw Bai Ling say something to him, but he couldn't hear it clearly for a while.

Just as he was about to ask again, the huge wave crashed down with a mighty force, sweeping everything into the bottom of the water.

……

After 5 minutes, everything was calm.

A woman's mobile phone soaked in water spun and sank to the bottom of the sea. On the screen was the photo album interface. The photos on it were all set to be sent regularly, and they would be sent to her space slowly on a weekly basis.

There are photos taken, some with P, densely packed up the memory of the mobile phone, one photo per week, enough to post for about ten years.

When the time comes, those who should grow old will grow old, and those who should grow up will grow up.

The time is quiet and the years are beautiful.

　emmm Why do some cuties always feel that they can't send automatically when they run out of battery?
　　After it is put on the system platform, it is a matter of the system. As long as the program of the software company does not collapse, the mobile phone can continue to be released if it is broken into pieces.

　　
　
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