Chapter Eighty-Seven: Fools
Wu Ya whispered in my ear with a thin voice, "Idiot, I'm helping you." These have been looking forward to seeing your jokes for a long time, and if you don't make an example, they really think that you won't be able to live without Qian Mao. ”
"I know, but there's no need to make a fuss in the classroom."
"Why is it unnecessary? I'm deliberately making trouble, who am I making trouble outside? ”
"Wu Ya, I know your intentions, but it's almost class, do you want to make trouble for the teacher and then be punished?"
Wu Ya froze and measured her fierce eyes, and looked at me in embarrassment, "What should I do then?" If you don't make trouble, how can you go down the steps? ”
I burst out laughing, and the originally distressed expression suddenly turned into anger, and he reached out and grabbed my neck, and roared unwillingly: "Lao Tzu has worked hard to help you, and you actually laugh at me?" ”
"I beg you not to help me!"
"Wang Qi, you say it again." Wu Ya pointed to my nose, and her height was very oppressive. "You tell Lao Tzu again, I'll tear you up now."
I lowered my hip and shoulder, and looked at her helplessly, "If you want to quarrel, let's go out and quarrel." ”
The car paused for two seconds, and pouted arrogantly, "Forget it, waste your lips." After saying that, he leisurely returned to his seat, as if the shrew-like girl just now had never existed.
I shook my head in relief, and when I looked back, my table mates were dumbfounded at me.
"What, you still want to argue?"
The flower at the table glared at me with a blank face, and closed it with interest.
I threw the book I borrowed from her on her desk, and sat on the table with a ruffian face.
The eyes of the same table have never been so round, and they look like they are waiting to fight. "You're coming, I'm afraid of you?"
When I caught Wu Ya and couldn't resist the other party's provocation, I successfully stopped her, pouted and said, "Sister, let's not mess with her, we will have business in a while." ”
Wu Ya couldn't hold her face, and was about to break free from my arms, when she suddenly thought of something, and grabbed my arm with her head and asked bitterly: "What's the matter?" What do you want to do? Don't expect to drag me into the water. ”
I let go of a hand that was holding her waist, and put it back behind the back of her head in fear, "What you said is so good, let me not drag you into the water, aren't you dragging me into the water?" ”
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