[Xu You] Protect our Fang Luo... Diligent farming? !

Lamenting its misfortune, anger is indisputable.

This is Lin Yiwang's overall feeling of "Xu You", which was recommended by his roommate and successfully entered the pit.

Oh yes, there is another one:

"Chachaxi, I beep——Your uncle!!!"

In short, looking at it as a whole, Lin Yi was almost pissed off.

So, as a support team for the newly-promoted Shengge, he participated in the meeting of many pan-fried buns on the rooftop against Chachaxi.

In fact, she is a self-recommended representative from the "underground organizations" of various departments, and she is only a member of the nine-person academic discussion and research club.

On the surface, it was a self-recommendation, but in essence, it was a tall and tall person selected by nine "underground organizations".

Of course, it is impossible to recommend only embroidered pillows.

Among the nine people are one from the literature department, two from the art club, two from the drama troupe, one from the judo hall, and three from the traditional folk art department.

All of them can be regarded as above-average in technology in the department or club.

"The underground organization in the department has collected a lot of fanfiction for Brother Sheng," Liu Yang, who was the only male creature in the academic research association and from the Department of Literature, quietly handed out the thick paper that was secretly printed out by a public printer. A dozen A4 papers, "there are too many girls in the underground organization, and there are very few career-oriented boys who fight, kill and kill hard-hearted boys, but there are many fierce-looking boys who love their brains and are spoiled by all kinds of girls, as sweet as they want kind of."

Li Rourou from the judo gym with super strength took it first, flipped through it briefly and asked, "Is there any Lalang?"

"There was an otaku student who had a crush on Yiyi and wrote an article about Cheng Dieyi pulling Lang, but the writing style is not flattering." Liu Yang turned to that page and curled his lips involuntarily, "But Narcissus is still there. Weilan Derived’s writing is of good quality, and it’s worth collecting.”

Lin Yi stuck out his tongue and trembled: "Then I won't watch it, I can't stand other people harming Dieyi."

"Huh~ tsk tsk tsk, it's as if you are willing to let your brother be harmed by others." Lin has always been the senior of Sun Qiting, a boy who sings beautiful faces, and is a decent family, but in the traditional folk art department, he can only wrong himself Only a wild way like her who became a monk halfway because of her faith can sing emotional dramas.

Therefore, as a minister, Sun Qiting would shout loudly in his heart every time he recruited new people: Beijing opera is the quintessence of the country, why don’t you learn it! ! !

"I drew a few daily routines of doting on my son for the "If the Father Is Alive" that Yang Yang wrote before." The high-cold beauty of the art club is about to face the internship of the senior sister, and she is also the highest-ranked member of the research association. Chang He Zhiying said, "Banhui, I'm posting on Weibo."

"I was also urged by my senior to finish painting Chachaxi's One Hundred Ways to Die." Yin Haoran, a freshman who has not returned from military training for nothing with his bloody and violent style of painting, is miserable. Qi De rubbed his eyes with dark circles, "literally a hundred kinds!!"

Wang Qian rubbed her head and hugged her in her arms, as if she had decided to sprinkle dog food with a big orange.

"Recently, the drama troupe is busy with "The Butterfly Lovers", and there is no way to borrow the stage for us to rehearse the book written by Qianqian before." Li Zhenzhen, the deputy head of the drama troupe, took over the ideas she had provided from her twin sister Li Rourou and was shown. The short story, by the way, regards the two as nothing.

"Sister Zhenzhen plays Liang Shanbo, the rehearsal performance is worth watching." Wang Qian said calmly, pinching Yin Haoran's little hand.

The single dog Jin Yumeier, who played casually and bored, was forced by her stupid appearance to light the bamboo board as a torch and burn them down, but Lin Yi, who was in the same dormitory beside her, grabbed the crackling board.

But still too angry to speak, and refused to tell others about the sheer volume of excellent submissions she received for editing.

"I think I can go and see." He Zhiying, who is about to enter the marriage certificate after graduation and has a wife-slave fiancé, nodded unaffected.

"Then, it's settled. See you at the "Blessed Lovers" performance."

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On the eve of the performance of "The Butterfly Lovers", Lin Yi started the second brush with Sheng Ge's personal editing, which came from the boring product of Jin Yumeier who practiced lip service.

Lin Yi, who was a fried bun, was viciously gnawing on the fried bun in front of the computer and yelling at the screen.

That's right, fried buns.

One is food and the other is living things.

"Chachaxi, right! Break your leg, and dare to make my brother Sheng kneel down?!"

"Hu Qi, straighten your face for me, what's wrong with asking my brother to draw a little bastard?!"

However, what happened next forced her to break the contract and not attend the meeting on the day of the "Blessed Lovers" performance.

Because of her, she was honorably sacrificed.

Filled with righteous indignation, being suffocated by peanuts in the trachea is a coincidental way of death, Lin Yi said: emmmmm, it is too wonderful.

Also too embarrassing.

It's just that she has some regrets. The last sentence she said was not "Mom and Dad, I'm sorry", nor "I love my brother", nor "Longlong looks good".

Instead: "Chachaxi is to die!"

Ruthless star, from now on she will become, Lin, ungrateful, unfaithful, and unfilial.

Oh, you said she didn't come back?

No no no, you are wrong.

Our out-of-the-ordinary Lin Yi traveled through time and space and returned to life with a dead body.

Yes.

That's right.

Lin Yi looked at her bed and sighed when she woke up.

There is no need to guess when traveling through time and space, she doesn't even need to turn her head, she just needs to glance at it from the corner of her eye, such an antique decoration is definitely not available in places she can touch.

As for reviving the dead, she just came here and couldn't even breathe, her body was so stiff, her heart was so painful that she almost suffocated to death again.

It took five or six minutes for her to catch her breath. With a slight movement of her fingers, she heard footsteps approaching from far to near. Since it was time to act, she managed to open her eyes, but was stunned on the bed again.

Then she immediately closed her eyes.

My heart is full of barrage:

"When you open your eyes, you can see the big back of Mr. Ju's head. So happy, it really is heaven!"

"Wait, why the robe?!!!"

"Don't move, you are Luo Qingeng?!!!!!!"

"I'm a pan fried bun! Not a watch bun!!!!!!!"

"It's too bad!!!!!!"

"I choose to die a little longer..."

So she took advantage of her stiff body that hadn't recovered much, and tricked her biological father who tucked her in the quilt.

Well, biological father, cover yourself with a quilt.

Ruthless star.

If it wasn't for her stiff body, she would have knocked over the roof in excitement.

But why the birth father?

The biological father seemed to be in a hurry, he just came back to take a look at her and hurried out the door again.

"Ugh!"

No.30 three mouthfuls.

It's not like Lin Yi didn't think about it, when she exerted force, a certain hidden part of her was in pain, and she just wanted to shout: This concubine can't do it! ! !

So I had no choice but to lie on the bed and think wildly.

According to the time-traveling texts she has read, she has to receive the memory of her original body, but why, she can't remember it at all! ! !

After thinking about it, she was biased again. She hadn't seen Brother Sheng's La Lang yet. Although it wasn't good-looking, at least it was someone else's hard work.

When he finally came back to his senses and was about to sigh No.30 four times, the sturdy Mr. Pianpian in the long robe entered the door again.

Four eyes facing each other.

awkward.

Lin Yi wanted to imitate Liu Yang and describe her biological father's beauty, but she could only look at him feebly in a daze.

"all!"

The biological father seemed to make a dashing sound.

Did Lin Yi ever say that her nickname in middle school was Dash?

If not, she will mention it now.

"you're awake!"

The biological father was very excited, he rushed to the bed and grabbed her hand, his eyes filled with tears.

ah! ! !Teacher Zhu has stars and oceans in his eyes! ! ! !I'm dying! ! ! ! !

How can it be so beautiful! ! ! !The heart that beat so hard seemed to be about to stop again! ! ! !

"I thought, I thought you were still blaming me, and you got angry and didn't want to look at me again!"

what? !

Excuse me? !

Is the original owner a brain problem? !

Why would I not want to see you! !

"Great, great!"

Lin Yi felt that she should die, her slightly stiff heart suddenly beat too fast, and it hurt a lot.

"That's right, I'm going to see the doctor!"

Then, the biological father ran out without being a gentleman at all.

Emmmm, can she take back the insane barrage of "sleeping and giving birth" that she posted at that time?

Is this frizzy-looking biological father really the biological father in the play?

What should I do if I suddenly don't want to sleep? ! ! !

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