bow down under the skirt of a rival

Within two hours, all the ghosts and ghosts in the dormitory learned a shocking news.

Boss was dumped by a human!A human being dumped!Dumped!

Gossip spread outside, and the person involved, Jin Yang, was sitting in the dormitory. After Ling Ji left, he didn't bother to go out to eat in the dormitory building, so he simply washed his hair in a slow manner, dried and combed his hair, and hummed a little tune very freely.

She was enjoying herself leisurely, when suddenly she heard a low voice from behind her: "This love should be long-lasting, if you are ruthless, I will rest."

"Tsk." Through the mirror, Jin Yang saw Qiaofang's pale face, slapped the comb on the table, and said disgustedly, "What a quarrel."

Floating over with her tongue flicking, Qiaofang presented an anthology of boudoir grievance poems, and said comfortingly, "Boss, I know you are sad, I have never been dumped before, so I don't quite understand your feelings...it's okay, I'll find you a Take a good look at this book, it should resonate very much."

Qiaofang was just joking, but to her surprise, Jin Yang really picked up the anthology of boudoir grievances and carefully flipped through it.

"Damn it! Boss, are you really sad?" Qiaofang's eyes popped out, and she walked around to look in front of Jin Yang, "Boss, are you also expressionless when you are sad..."

Turning over a page of the book, Jin Yang asked calmly, "Why are you sad?"

"Dumped."

"That's called being dumped?" Jin Yang snorted coldly with her nose in disdain, "If you're uneducated, that's called a failed date."

"..."

As a conservative old ghost of the old era, Qiaofang can't understand the current open sex culture, and is shocked by Jin Yang's casual tone when she says the word "promise".

After Jin Yang had finished reading about ten pages of the anthology of boudoir grievances, Qiaofang breathed a sigh of relief, came back to her senses, poked Jin Yang's shoulder carefully, and asked politely, "Then why...why continue to read boudoir grievances poetry anthology?" ?”

This kind of naughty love for children doesn't go well with Jin Yang, who rarely has sex and treats her partner as a pastime!

"Tonight is the weekly language test." Jin Yang frowned at the thought, "The multiple-choice questions are not bad, but the big question is probably poetry appreciation, my old lady can't understand these moans in the boudoir the most, so I have to make up for it first. "

Hearing what Jinyang said, Qiaofang suddenly realized, and felt strange, "Since when did you become so interested in the weekly test? Is it... still a little sad? Turn grief and anger into strength, and turn your attention to study?"

Closing the book with a snap, Jin Yang's teeth itch when he thought of Ling Ji's words when he left.

"It just so happens that I don't like people who study worse than me."

Ling Ji's high chin, light steps, and relieved tone, like a peacock showing off proudly, there is no shadow of the soft and cute little white rabbit before.

Isn't it just a physics weekly test error?

Who is the first grade is not sure!

Jin Yang's fantasies about Ling Ji now are only to overwhelm her on the grade list, whether or not she is overwhelmed physically, it doesn't matter anymore, her fangs are exposed with resentment, and her eyes are gleam fiercely.

"It seems that it really doesn't matter." Qiaofang took advantage of the authority's obsession with the onlookers. Seeing that Jin Yang mentioned Ling Ji's expression without any pity, she probably knew that there was no possibility between the two of them for the time being, and her desire to gossip dropped sharply. She sighed long and long. "Oh, I thought the iron tree, Boss, had finally bloomed. After only one day, the show is over."

Squinting at the disappointed Qiaofang, Jin Yang was distracted, not in the mood to read the full page of sorrowful poetry selections, and planned to change her mood, ordering, "Find a mouse spirit to fight a landlord."

"Oh."

Qiaofang ran out in a hurry, found the mouse spirit in a short while, skillfully opened the folding table in the dormitory, turned out the playing cards from the drawer, removed the box and threw it into the air, the thick hair flew away, and a bunch of curls One, to shuffle a deck of cards into a mess.

"What are you in a hurry for?" Mouse Spirit yelled weakly, "Call the landlord first."

"Are you hungry and stupid? When will the boss be willing to be a farmer?" Qiaofang took the time to use her tongue as a whip, and whipped the mouse spirit.

Jin Yang heard it strangely, and then looked at the mouse spirit's demonic appearance, thinking that after he wanted to attack Ling Ji before but was stopped by him, he huddled in the corner behind the dormitory building for a long time, so he asked, "You haven't eaten all this time?"

"What are you eating?" Mouse Spirit snapped a pair of 3s angrily, "I don't have enough cultivation to absorb foul air."

Just like people need to choose ingredients and cooking methods when eating, goblins also pay attention to people's energy when they eat.

Jin Yang, a thousand-year-old demon, has a profound way of doing things. Eating a roast chicken can remove the dross and extract the essence, and regenerate that little essence with demonic methods, and circulate it in the body. The aura of heaven and earth, in short, don't worry about eating, don't need to eat.

The mouse spirit still has a hundred years of cultivation. In the demon world, he is like a baby with no teeth. Even if you put meat in his mouth, he may not be able to swallow it.

The many students on campus are full of energy, but they are still in the stage of growth and development. The pressure of study is heavy, and the energy of the body will inevitably be affected.For Jin Yang, they are attractive, they can be digested and absorbed with just a bite, for young children like mouse spirits, they have no appetite, no ability, and can't expel the turbidity of students, like a person with a bad stomach A person with a mouthful of toothache is helpless in the face of a table of delicious food.

It wasn't until the mouse spirit said that that Jin Yang realized that not all fairies were like her, hit a pair of 5s, and asked, "Why weren't you hungry before?"

"I always look outside." The mouse slapped the Q, "But recently the outside is not peaceful, and there is a rampant wolf demon..."

"No to q," Qiaofang waved her hand, was taken aback by hearing this, and asked the mouse spirit, "Wolf demon?"

"Yeah, he got on me yesterday," the rat spirit hung down his tentacles, feeling extremely depressed, "If he hadn't been injured and couldn't catch up, I would have died.

Wolf demon?Injuried?

Jin Yang thought of the vulnerable wolf demon who wagged his tail and begged to be his little brother in ten seconds on the night of the full moon.

Such a coincidence.

"My old lady beat him up," Jin Yang slapped a pair of K's on the table, "Don't be afraid, next time you see him, report my name!"

Staring at the pea-sized eyes, the mouse spirit suddenly had Jin Yang as his backer. He was in a daze for a while, covering his face and not hitting him, and flatteringly said, "Thank you, Boss, I don't want to hit K."

"Hey, it's fine if you play mahjong and set off cannonballs, and Doudizhu still gives in to the landlord?" Qiaofang whipped the rats with her long tongue, and could still find time to scold, "Pig teammate! Pig teammate!"

The mouse spirit lost his cards, covered his head and wailed, "I can't help it, you don't understand if you are a ghost, goblins and goblins, this is a different level of becoming a demon than becoming a spirit, I am more afraid of wolf demons than fox demons..."

"Hmph." Qiaofang retracted her tongue and raised her eyebrows at Jinyang, "He's so loyal, give him the little white rabbit that dumped you."

Rather than looking far away and going to other parts of the city to compete with other goblins for food, the mouse spirit, who is too hungry to take care of himself, has the best choice, which is to let Ling Ji, who has been reborn once with pure energy, relieve him of his urgent needs.

The mouse spirit was really hungry and panicked, with a flattering smile on his eyebrows and eyes, and begged together, "Boss, it's definitely like scratching an itch, it won't hurt her much..."

Frowning, Jin Yang's eyes passed through the ghost and the mouse, and fixed on the wall behind.

previously……

Ling Ji once leaned there, staying softly in her arms, his eyes misty with tears, every frown and smile was full of affection.

"Rules can't be broken." Came back to his senses, Jin Yang threw his cards indifferently, "Doudi Zhu just gave way, how loyal can you be?"

Qiaofang also persuaded, "He has risked going to other districts..."

"If you keep arguing, I'll chop you up and give him to eat. Don't touch Ling Ji."

……

The class in the afternoon was boring chemistry, and Teacher Yang was spitting all over her head. Jin Yang glanced at Ling Ji who was listening to the class seriously, and began to peek at her precious notes.

A chaotic mess of lines.

Sumire smiled.

Before class, Ling Ji took the initiative to say good afternoon to Jin Yang, who arrived late, as if he didn't mind about the noon. After the teacher came, he kept his head up to listen to the lecture and lowered his head to record, and never gave Jin Yang his straight eyes.At noon, defending Ling Ji in front of Qiao Fang and Shu Jing, Jin Yang was already somewhat regretful, but when she came to the classroom to see how calm and unyielding Ling Ji was, she found that Ling Ji was equally disturbed.

Jin Yang wants to have sex, Ling Ji wants to have a heart-to-heart talk.

Also a tragedy.

Thinking about it carefully, Jin Yang's anger towards Ling Ji has decreased a lot. At noon, she was the one who seduced Ling Ji with her seduction, but Ling Ji somehow realized that she was not sincere and rejected her.Compared to Jin Yang's loss of not being satisfied with her body, I'm afraid Ling Ji had a good impression of her at first and wanted to take it easy, but she exposed the matter of rebirth, spoiled her sincerity, and said those hurtful words under the pain.

"If you don't pay attention to the class, I will surpass you in chemistry."

Suddenly, after Ling Ji said such a sentence, the corners of her sweet lips curled up, her lovely smile seemed to remain unchanged, but the warmth in her eyes was gone.

Sumire Yang: "..."

She actually stood in Ling Ji's perspective to help excuse him just now! ?

Ling Ji is not a little white rabbit at all, no!

Jin Yang turned her head back, biting the tip of her pen resentfully, cursing in her heart until the evening, the moment when the language weekly test rolls came out.

After finishing the multiple choice questions in front of her quickly, Jin Yang was speechless when she saw the big question.

It was a short story about a vixen in "Sou Shen Ji".

Huang Shen, a Mi villager in Jurong County, was plowing in the middle of the field. A woman passed her field, went up from the 塍, and returned from the east.At the beginning of the trial, it was said that it was a human being.It's so strange every day.Shen Yin asked, "Where does the number of women come from?" The women rarely live, but they smile and don't speak, so they go.The trial becomes more suspicious.He waited for him with a long sickle in advance, but he didn't dare to kill his wife, but he killed his maidservant.The woman turned into a raccoon and walked away.As a maidservant.It's raccoon tail ears.After the trial, it was too late.Later generations saw the raccoon coming out of the pit, and dug it, but there was no tail.

There is a story about a villager named Huang Shen who found out that a passing woman was a vixen and chopped off her tail.

Jin Yang felt a little pain in her unstretched tail.

Turning her head in a bad state, Jin Yang happened to see the full stop of Ling Ji's answer. The handwriting was beautiful and neat.

Write... so fast.

During the two seconds she was in a daze, Ling Ji noticed that she was looking at it openly, and pointed the test paper at her generously.

Sumire Yang: "..."

Well, even if her answer is perfect, she also referred to Ling Ji, so what's the point?

Is this a win?

Throwing down the test paper angrily, Jin Yang ignored the big question again and took the bag back to the dormitory.

……

Ling Ji watched Jin Yang leave, and after 10 minutes, knowing that Jin Yang would never come back when he went downstairs, he sighed the sorrow in his heart.

"How much do you like me?"

Recalling Jin Yang's disdainful eyes, Ling Ji sucked his sore nose, wiped away a little tear from the corner of his eyes, neatly folded the finished test papers and put them in his bag, adjusted his smile, and talked to the class representative next to him.

"I'm a little uncomfortable. I can't hand in the weekly test before I finish it. I'm going home first."

She doesn't want to win either.