Fang Youning heard that Zhang Zimo was willing to make up for Zhuang Yi's English, and Tian shamelessly came over to show that he had not passed the fourth level.

"Your kid has passed the sixth level, coaxing ghosts."

Zhuang Yi put an end to all possibilities that could be related to Zhang Zimo.

"Zimo Zimo!"

A girl's voice shouted, accompanied by the sound of thumping footsteps, making the wooden floor tremble.

Zhuang Yi looked at the place where the sound came from in some surprise, and a ball rolled in the corridor on the second floor, oh no, there was a person running.

Although Zhuang Yi is fat, he is tall, but the height of the person who came here is only about 1.6 meters, and his whole figure is like a Doraemon.

- Doraemon in a pink dress with two braids.

"Tong Xinya-!" The building manager roared downstairs, "How many times have I told you that you can't run upstairs!" This building will be shattered by you! ”

The uncle looked at Zhuang Yi again.

"Especially when there's a big fat man!"

I was shot even while I was standing! Zhuang Yi was speechless.

Doraemon, who was wearing a skirt, stopped running, and only waved her arm at Zhang Zimo, which she couldn't distinguish between elbows and wrists.

"Azusa! Come on! Teacher Qin is looking for you! ”

Zhang Zimo glanced at Zhuang Yi again, and finally followed the pink Doraemon.

The pink Doraemon at this moment is simply a holy and immaculate angel exuding dazzling brilliance in Zhuang Yi's eyes!

His gratitude came from the inside out, from the bottom of his heart.

"Hey, hey!" Fang Youning poked Zhuang Yi, "You won't fall in love with that fat girl, will you?" ”

Zhuang Yi woke up: "What nonsense." ”

The long-awaited class bell finally rang, and everyone hurried into the classroom.

For the entire two English classes, Zhuang Yi was absent-minded, staring at the void in front of him.

actually met Zhang Zimo at school, Zhuang Yi was completely unexpected.

Being suspected by Zhang Zimo is not a good start, and you must be cautious and cautious in your actions in the future...... Wait a minute.

Zhuang Yi slapped the table.

Even if Zhang Zimo knows that I am Qi Sanfatg? Shibei Sanri should be impressed, now I am not the Qi San who only made flying needles fat in the past! Afraid of what she is doing!

Thinking about this, Zhuang Yi's heart suddenly brightened, and he felt that even if there was a mountain of swords and a sea of fire, he could bravely break through.

"This classmate, you slapped the table and stood up again, is there any dissatisfaction with my class?"

The gloomy voice of the English teacher woke Zhuang Yi from his excitement.

Zhuang Yi realized that he was in the classroom, everyone was sitting, but he was the only one who stood up, which was very dazzling.

"Uh...... No, how can there be dissatisfaction. I think you gave a great lecture, teacher! I stood to applaud. Good! Superb! ”

Zhuang Yi clapped his hands "snapped", and Sun Zhongzi, the king of the audience, also applauded, and the others looked at them like idiots.

"Sun Zhongzi, I have said many times that the school has exempted you from the English test, and you don't need to go to class." The English teacher said, "As for this classmate, I think it should be called Zhuang Yi, you have missed the English test three times in the first three semesters of your freshman year, made up the exam three times, hung up three times, and are full of popularity." Good, keep up, keep up the good work. ”

After speaking, the English teacher continued the lecture.

Zhuang Yi pursed his lips and scratched his stomach and sat down.

"Hey, Maitreya, why did you suddenly go crazy?" Sun Zhongzi asked in a low voice.

"He's not crazy, it's Sichun." Fang Youning whispered.

"Oh, who are you thinking?"

"I think it's the fat girl!"

"Bullshit!" Zhuang Yi finally couldn't help it, "When did I say that I like that fat girl!" ”

"What! You like that chubby pink girl?! A boy sitting in front of him turned his head and said.

Zhuang Yi rolled his eyes, and the more he depicted, the darker and darker, he didn't want to talk anymore.

"Let me tell you, Zhuang Yi likes that fat girl!"

"That fat girl like a ball at the Foreign Language Academy!"

"Oops! Two round rolls! So cute! Good match! ”

There were all kinds of whispers in the classroom.

At the crack of the back door, a pair of eyes kept looking at Zhuang Yi's back.

This person named "Zhuang Yi", is Qi San fat?

Zhang Zimo stood at the back door, his heart constantly swinging between right and wrong.

She began to suspect the moment she crashed into the fat man's arms.

Her body temperature is on the low side, even in summer. This fat man named Zhuang Yi has a high body temperature, and the feeling in this fat man's arms suddenly reminded her of the warm pig that she slept with for a few nights in the icy Qiyue Mountain a few months ago.

She always wanted to bring the pig called "Qi Sanfat" back to her place of residence, but after returning to the European headquarters on an errand, she took on several tasks and never found time to go to Qi's village.

I finally had a little free time, but I saw the news on the Internet that the pig died under the mudslide.

When he saw those news reports and the memorial video, Zhang Zimo couldn't tell what he felt in his heart.

Sad? No way. Worried? Neither is it.

If you really want to say it, it may be a pity, but it is hard to find a life that can warm you at night.

Buried by a mudslide to save people? Sure enough, it's very pig-like.

Thinking about the killer who used to kill it as dry food, didn't the pig also save it from the bloody field?

But when she thought about it, she always felt that this pig would not die so simply.

Maybe it's because I hope the pig is still alive.

So when she bumped into Zhuang Yi's arms and suddenly felt the heat flow that was different from ordinary people, she was very stunned, and deliberately stayed in Zhuang Yi's arms for a few minutes, just to confirm this feeling.

But in the end, she still couldn't make a positive judgment, even if she hugged Zhuang Yi like hugging Qi Sanfat, she couldn't be sure.

When it comes to being touched on the stomach, this fat man named Zhuang Yi doesn't seem to be as repulsive as Qi Sanfat.

Could it be that you are wrong?

Zhuang Yi always had a vague feeling that there seemed to be a line of sight staring at him from behind, and when he turned his head to look, he only saw the door with a crack open, and the students who hurriedly walked by outside the door.

Zhuang Yi had been worried that Zhang Zimo would come to him for trouble, but for more than a week afterward, he didn't see Zhang Zimo.

As for why Zhang Zimo is at Dongsheng University, Zhuang Yi has a lot of speculation in his heart.

Of course, he would not think that a person who has been trained by the "Thorn Society" to become a top killer since he was a child would have the leisure to enter a university as an ordinary college student, and he would not be a child playing with family wine.

Zhang Zimo must have some purpose to hide in Dongsheng University as an ordinary student, and it was not temporary.

Zhang Zimo transferred last semester, originally a student at a private university in Europe, and now he often goes to Europe for exchange and study. Seventeen years old this year, still underage, without father or mother, the guardian in Huaxia is Qin Huaiqiu. ”

Fang Youning prides himself on being an expert in picking up girls, although the means of picking up girls make people anxious, but the ability to gather information is very good.

"Ah, by the way, Qin Huaiqiu is also the head of the English Department of the School of Foreign Languages. But why is it called Huaiqiu and not Huaichun? ”

"I think it's a pity that your son will be called Fang Huaichun in the future." Zhuang Yi said.

"Then how can it be done, my son must be called Fang Shiyu. Hey, let me tell you, I also collected that Zhang Zimo likes black and white, and likes ......"

Fang Youning was still boasting about his results.

Zhuang Yi bit the steamed bun with the old godmother: Qin Huaiqiu? You'll have to watch out for this person in the future