The sweet smell of citrus

Thinking of this, Song Yi couldn't help but propped his chin and laughed.

Seemingly thinking of something, she became excited again, took a black pen to draw a little on the paper, and added another sentence.

It seems to hate me, challenging enough to arouse people's desire to conquer, add [-] points.

Raiders score 160 points, unique.

A bright color suddenly rushed into the ordinary and boring life.

Ah, it's tiring to do the same thing day after day, year after year. Living an ordinary life like this... Self-disciplined like Song Yi, there will be a moment of confusion and bewilderment.

Fortunately, when a certain thinking sinks into the lowest point, there will always be such interesting people or things.

After sorting out her emotions, and looking at her watch, Song Yi hurriedly got on the bed.

It's almost twelve o'clock, and it will seriously exceed the scheduled time.

Recently, he fell asleep a little restlessly. Song Yi pulled out his own radish dolls from the top of the closet, one big and one small, one on the left and one on the right, and lay flat in the middle.

In the enrichment of hugging left and right, Song Yi soon fell asleep.

The next day, she got up 10 minutes earlier than usual.

When the jingle blew in midsummer, it was already bright outside. When the curtains were drawn, there was a faint light coming in from the window, but it was not bright enough, so Song Yi turned on his small desk lamp.

With enough light, she began to write the table.

On the head of the watch, there is a row of neat words.

——How to attack Cheng Jialan, that is, how to make Cheng Jialan a minister under the skirt

Song Yi has done this kind of strategy list more or less twenty times.Every time she meets someone she likes and is interested in, she will make a watch to express her importance and feelings for this person.

Think about it, if after ten years, looking back on the past with a pile of watches, you can recall everything at a glance, how she made these outstanding and lovely people bow down for her.

Just thinking about it makes me feel happy.

But it's too early to think about it now, let's make a watch first.

First, portrait analysis.

This... It's easy to see that Cheng Jialan is not the eldest lady who grew up at home, her family background must be good, and she has the confidence to speak and do things.

Materially rich, no matter what items you look at, you seldom feel envious.

Whether you are spiritually rich or not - this will have to wait for a later screening.

character?

Cuteness is the main tone, a little changeable, and occasionally she will act coquettishly and play a small temper towards people she doesn't know very well.

Ok.

About that.

Ten minutes later, Song Yi fixed a clean, clear watch on the wall.

Well, the action sheet has been made.

As an active person, all plans must start from today, from now!

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sunny.

In November, the heat of summer dissipated slowly. The sun was not gentle, but it was not as hot as summer. In the early morning, there was still a slight smell of dew in the air.

Song Yi felt that the distribution he had taken care of was not afraid of this little water at all, so he rushed into the early morning mist fearlessly.

Jiang Ke Yi Gao.

Mistake, the water molecules in the air seem to be a bit too high today, the distance from home to school actually made her bangs wet.

Things go beyond plan, which makes people unhappy.

So when Song Yi entered class today, his expression was slightly worried.

But this kind of emotion cannot be shown to everyone, so it didn't take long for her to put away her displeasure and set up a book.

Forget it, just a little bit, the bangs will be done after the morning self-study, although the hairstyle will not become the planned one, but it should be about the same.

But to Song Yi's surprise, today seems to be... a cloudy day.

The sky has been gloomy all the time, and the sun doesn't come out.

……

That’s right, I was so happy making watches yesterday, and today I was too involved in writing the plan, and I seem to have forgotten to check the weather forecast.

A sense of displeasure as if the daily plan had been disrupted once again made Song Yi frown behind the book.

Cheng Jialan hurried into the classroom at this time.

Damn it, I never had such a morning class in my previous school, okay?Have to finish breakfast early...

Take so much time to come out!

If I knew she shouldn't have come!

No, she still has to come, if she doesn't come, her deskmate who can only use the child's technique of aggressive method will laugh at her again.

Ah.

She will never give her such a chance!

10 minutes before the scheduled start of class, Cheng Jialan saw the door of Class [-], Grade [-].

She walked into the classroom with arrogance and arrogance.

But the expected flowers, applause, surprise, and Song Yi's exclamation did not appear.

The morning self-study has not yet started, and the students who come to the class are still working hard on unknown exercise books.

The blood that surged up in the morning slowly subsided at this moment, Cheng Jialan thought, he should continue to be late tomorrow.

Walking with boring steps, she walked slowly to her seat and put down the exquisite book bag. Cheng Jialan originally wanted to catch up on sleep for a while, then she turned her head.

Inadvertently glanced at it, to be honest, she suddenly felt that the classmate Song at the same table... was a little bit good-looking.

I don't know why, but she didn't smile today, she didn't seem very happy, she was sitting with a book in her hand, her eyes were sharp, her bangs were slightly wet on her forehead.

very……

Cheng Jialan, who is not very good at Chinese, doesn't know how to describe this feeling, but she just thinks that the current Song Yi is a little bit nicer.