Fast-traveling female supporting role counterattacks in a different way

Chapter 41 My Girlfriend Is the King of Ghosts

Rosie froze when she heard the familiar voice, and slowly turned her head to look at the person speaking in front of her.

Some people can't help thinking about it, no, the person who was planning to give up the strategy just now is actually in front of them.

Does this mean that Lord Tiandao won't let him give up?

yes!
Otherwise, since the gazebo that day, how could the person whom I hadn't seen for a long time suddenly appear just when I was about to give up on him?
Can it be said that it is not the reason of Tian Daojun?
Rosie has always been a person who likes to think too much.

If you have nothing to do, you have to make up your mind, it is healthier to make up your mind.

"Why are you here?" Rosie looked at the other party and asked seriously.

Doesn't his sudden appearance disturb his original plan?

Rosie secretly rolled her eyes.

It's really not the right time for this person to come.

Usually you can't see it when you want to see it, but now you don't want to see it, but you just want to pop out and dangle in front of your eyes.

"Come here whenever you want. In public places, there's nothing strange about having more than one of me." The other party replied with a helpless smile, looking at Rosie.

Rosie:→_→

Well, this is a wrong question, so you shouldn't talk to this person.

Now it makes me look like a vexatious person under the eyes of the other party.

This is really frustrating!
Rosie decided not to look at each other, and turned around to continue looking at the sculpture in the corner.

Hey! Where's the sculpture?The one who was still in the corner just now, why is there no one now? When did the other party leave?
It's all the fault of the dead fox behind him. He just missed the opportunity to strike up a conversation. Rosie would never admit that even if he was still there, Rosie didn't want to continue to pay attention to her because of her scruples about the school belle.

But now because of Jiang Yichen's classmate, Luo Xi felt that if the sculpture was still there, she would rather go to the ice than say a word to the fox.

Every time this person opened his mouth, he was so depressed that he suffocated into internal injuries.

The old wound is not healed, and a new wound is added.

Unable to communicate happily.

"He left early, I should have reminded you just now, but I was too lazy to remind you." The dead fox continued to say that it would not pay to kill people.

Rosie: "..."

Since you are too lazy to remind me, then you are too lazy to tell me now, let me not know that you have ever thought of reminding me!
Why did you say it again.

I was sick, and I didn't want to talk to this person anymore. When I heard the other person talking, I had the urge to catch up with a watermelon knife and slash a few times.

Rosie turned her head and glared at the vixen angrily, then strode out of the library without looking back, just wanting to get away from the source of her anger as soon as possible.

I can't say no to you, I stay away from you, this should work!
"Where are you going? Why are you walking so fast? You look like you're going to the downtown to show off your chest. The footsteps are so powerful, and your chest is rising and falling..."

I want to hit your broken mouth with a big rock.

thought Rosie.

"Where do you care about your business? Don't follow me!" Rosie stopped suddenly, turned her head and yelled at the other party.

However, the next moment Rosie could no longer yell and turned into a cry of pain:
"Oh! My nose, don't bump it crookedly, my face value~" Rosie held her sore nose that was hit by the fox's chest, tears of pain swirled in her eyes.

I knew that meeting this guy was not a good thing, either I was pissed to death by the other person's words, or I was hit to death by pain.

None of these ways of death are what Rosie wants!
"Is your chest made of stone? Why don't you walk with eyes? Are your eyes used as decoration? My poor nose is crooked. I'm in trouble with you!" Rosie groaned angrily. Cursing, then quickly clutching his nose, he ran towards the school's infirmary.

Can't leave sequelae, I have to go to the infirmary to see it quickly.

It would be troublesome if the brittle bones inside the nose were really bumped or had comminuted fractures.

The bridge of the nose is really important and cannot be taken lightly.

Besides, this pain is not something Rosie can bear. Now I feel something cool coming out of my nostrils. Rosie reached out to touch it, and put it in front of my eyes, oh my god!Bleeding, nosebleed.

Blood is so valuable!
How many good things do you have to eat to make up for leaving so much!
It's really not a good time to go out today, I forgot to read the almanac.

"Hurry up, why are you standing there stupidly, your hands are so beautiful that you can't even move your feet in this situation!?" The annoying voice came from behind again, really lingering.

In the past, I used to chase after people and run behind them, and people used to pretend to be a little white rabbit to be innocent.Let yourself feel like a big bad wolf who is abducting Little Red Riding Hood, and I felt a little guilty for a while.

It's good now, since the other party has revealed his true colors, he doesn't want to pretend anymore, and he doesn't intend to pester him anymore.

But this is good, the other person is beginning to linger. Either his words make you angry, or your nose is hurting and your nose is bleeding.

Why is this world so malicious to me?

Didn't get killed by the hero and heroine, is it time to be killed by the raiders?
I'll kill you if I'm mad at you!
There is no unlucky place in life, because I met you.

"Didn't you see my nosebleed? Are you really blind?!" The fire squeezed in Rosie's stomach suddenly became bigger.

"If you're bleeding, shouldn't you go to the infirmary quickly? Why are you just standing still?" came a surprised voice from the other party.

Rosie: ...

What can I say, what the hell can I say that I didn’t react when I saw the nosebleed?
"Let's go quickly?" Rosie felt her hand leaving her sight. When she came back to her senses, she found that her bloody hand was being held by the other party, and she also took a step forward following the other person's footsteps.

Damn! I don't like being held hands.

The palms of my hands were full of blood, and just holding them like this felt wet like sweat mixed with dirt, not to mention how uncomfortable I felt in my heart.

What a disgusting feeling.

Rosie felt a little dizzy, as if shaking off the opponent's hand.

But thinking about the situation in front of me, I had a nosebleed. If I raised my head and walked, I might not be able to see the way forward, so I endured it.

Let's hold hands.

Growing up, apart from holding hands with my younger brother when I was little, I also held hands with a male classmate during the morning run in kindergarten. This was the third time in a long time that a boy held hands with me.

The feeling of holding hands with the opposite sex in the first two times was blurred. I only remember my younger brother’s little hands were fleshy when I was a child. When I was pulling him to walk, the soft hands felt very sensual. Oh, I was still young at that time and I hadn’t gone to school yet. , I don't know the word 'sensuality', but I feel like holding my brother's little hand.

The feeling of pulling the hand of a certain male classmate in kindergarten has no impact.

Now being held by the person in front of me has only one feeling: disgusting.

The wet palms are full of blood, and all the good feelings are gone.

Rosie just looked up at the sky and was dragged all the way to the infirmary by the culprit.

Rosie was a little disappointed that she didn't see the cold and glamorous female doctor last time.

The female doctor was good-looking, and although she was a little cold, she was patient.

Unlike the doctor in the image of the 40-year-old uncle wearing glasses in front of him.

Ever since her last encounter with the dean of the department, after running twenty laps on the playground and being scolded by him, Rosie had become obsessed with these 40-year-olds wearing glasses who looked serious and were harsh. I don't like it anymore.

So now seeing a similar project of a department head, Rosie lost the enthusiasm she had when she saw a beautiful doctor last time.

(End of this chapter)