The vixen's journey through time

On the rooftop of the sixth floor of the teaching building of Qingyuan High School, a bouquet of jasmine flowers was placed neatly beside the wall.

When the wind blows, the petals fall down, white, swirling and dancing in the air, beautiful and sad.

"Jiang...Miss Jiang, you are here."

Wang Hao, who had been guarding the intersection early in the morning, saw the belated arrival of Chacha and hurriedly stood up and walked to her.

Chacha glanced at him and paused for a few seconds on the camera he carried. She was quite surprised to see that it was turned off.

You know, in the previous life, the original owner Jiang Cha did not receive such treatment.

Wang Hao would ask the original owner to come to school early and arrange for her to do some stunts.

For example, if you pick up plastic bottles and sell them for money, you can even have breakfast money.

Or watering the potted plants in the classroom, or helping her classmates organize their desks, he would take pictures of her busy figure.

All in all, it is to create a diligent, frugal and simple persona.

Now, it was Chacha's turn, but he didn't dare to instruct her. Even when he spoke, Wang Hao spoke in a trembling voice.

Chacha is quite satisfied with Wang Hao's current performance, it just depends on his ability to do things.

"Did you notice anything about the person I asked you to keep an eye on?"

Wang Hao... was silent.

"Ha..." Chacha's body was filled with cold air.

Wang Hao shuddered and said in a hesitant tone: "Ms. Jiang, I, I have something to do, but that person is normal. I, I haven't found anything yet. I..."

Feeling almost done, Chacha regained her momentum and her eyes were no longer so sharp.

"Then keep staring. Remember, don't miss any important information. Sometimes, the more inconspicuous and the more impossible it is, it is often it." Chacha didn't want to give up on this one. She intuitively knew that that person must be has a problem.

"Yes, yes. If I can't move myself, I will arrange for someone trustworthy to keep an eye on him. Don't worry, Miss Jiang!" Wang Hao breathed a sigh of relief. As long as Chacha doesn't beat him, everything will be fine for him.

Seeing that the time was almost up, Chacha stopped talking.

"Well, cameraman, you can start shooting now."

Chacha's style of painting changed. The lazy and oppressive atmosphere before suddenly turned into the appearance of a well-behaved, well-behaved and well-behaved school girl.

Despite this, Wang Hao still did not dare to let down his guard. He honestly turned on the camera and started filming Chacha, taking pictures of her back as she entered the classroom.

It’s no longer the kind where the camera is lowered and the photos are deliberately taken very low.

It’s not just a face-off, it’s like trying to find her eyes from those thick bangs.

Not even when I was so close before, I could take pictures of the undulating mountain peaks, and the girl's figure could be better reflected.

As a photographer, he is so good at capturing the kind of amorous feelings that are either flirtatious or not, self-explanatory, and he hesitates to speak.

But now, even with ten of his courage, Wang Hao wouldn't dare to shoot Chacha like this.

As soon as Chacha entered the classroom, the other students all looked at her with different eyes.

Those who were gloating about the misfortune were mostly female classmates, including a few people who were on the rooftop yesterday.

There are those who are indifferent, such as a few top students in the class who are ignorant of what is going on outside the window and only focus on reading books by sages.

There are those who watch a good show and have dark eyes, and that is He Huan.

There were those who looked inexplicably confused about the situation, such as Gu Yinuo.

There are also those who are worried, anxious, and faintly angry, such as Xu Qingzhi.

Xu Qingzhi's lips moved a few times, as if he wanted to say something to Chacha, but he seemed to be worried and said nothing.

"Jiang Cha, come here quickly. I brought you soup dumplings today. They are my aunt's specialty. They are so delicious. I can make three cages by myself. This cage is the third one I reluctantly saved. Cage." Gu Yinuo greeted Chacha happily.

He even subconsciously sipped his saliva as he spoke, which shows that he really likes soup dumplings. 8

He was Chacha's tablemate, so Chacha could easily see the steaming buns placed on the other half of the unoccupied table.

"Host, be careful! There is something wrong with the stool." The system stopped Chacha who was about to sit down.

"What? Will you let anything happen to me?" In the sea of ​​consciousness, Chacha asked the system.

"Of course not!" the system retorted loudly, how could it possibly cause Chacha to have an accident!

"That's it!"

Chacha paused and continued to sit down under the gaze of many classmates.

However, the expected screams and cries were not heard, and the scene of his butt falling into pieces did not happen. The surprise in He Huan's eyes flashed across.

But thinking of the fun behind it, He Huan calmed down again.

"Ah! Host... there is, there is a mouse in your desk!" In the sea of ​​consciousness, the system's voice was garbled, hissing, and strangely harsh.

Chacha frowned, she really looked down on her own system!

"What? Are you scared?"

Are all systems so user-friendly now? Still have the emotion of "fear"?

The system was confused, "Huh? Are you scared?"

Is this "fear"?

"Host, Ashan probably made a mistake. Ashan probably watched too much and saw many girls reacting like this, so he instinctively screamed." The system hurriedly added.

Chacha...it's instinct...

"Host, don't be afraid! I will avenge you now!"