Fu Wan looked around, lowered his head, and pressed down the recording.

A bottle of '82-year-old Leibi: [Language]

Song Yongyan didn't know how to answer, and subconsciously clicked on the language, and the girl's gentle and quiet voice sang some bleak and distant sentences, like a dusty guqin singing a low tune in a deserted attic.

Caught off guard and quietly, accurately and suddenly, he stabbed at the most subtle point in his heart.

The indescribable bitterness seemed to be mixed with sweetness, bursting out and fainting throughout his chest, and then his brain exploded into many broken pictures in an instant.

He subconsciously wanted to explore those inexplicable memories, but found that he had seen nothing clearly.

Song Yongyan was stunned for a while, and he had the urge to go to Lin Zhi immediately.

。 : [We used to know each other?]

A bottle of '82-year-old Leibi: [Yes]

Song Yongyan couldn't imagine that he had crossed paths with Lin Zhi, he had been an extremely withdrawn person since he was a child. It wasn't until later, when he didn't try to fight for the family property, and might even be sent to a mental hospital by that woman, that he began to disguise himself and restrain a seemingly normal person with the rules of morality and social interaction.

But before that, there were almost no people in his world.

After that, all the people who come and go in his world come and go for profit.

There has never been such a quirky little girl.

A bottle of '82-year-old Leibi: [You don't believe it? 】

。 : [I haven't had amnesia]

Let's have a bottle of Eighty-two years old Leibi: [Maybe I encountered it in my previous life]

Song Yongyan looked at the mobile phone screen and didn't speak, he raised his head slightly, and the bright and commercial high-rise buildings appeared outside the floor-to-ceiling windows, and there was nothing above the clouds.

Last life?

A person lives like a cocoon in a cocoon, and he doesn't want to have an afterlife.

Let's take a bottle of Eighty-two years of Leibi: [The end of science is theology, who knows what the world of more than three dimensions is like. 】

When Song Yongyan saw this, the girl's pretended to be deep appeared in front of him. She doesn't look like a scholar who loves to study physical chemistry, but like a free little girl living in her own world.

。 :[See you on holiday]

。 : [Playing with my phone again, I'll tell my uncle]

Let's have a bottle of Eighty-two years old Leibi: [Children, do you have a lot of little question marks.jpg]

Come to a bottle of 82-year-old Leibi: [Count you ruthless]

Here's a bottle of '82-year-old Leibi: [Again! See!! 】

Fu Wan put away his phone, bored, and stretched out his evil hand to the chemistry workbook. Because junior high school chemistry is very simple, Fu Wan spent about 20 minutes brushing up all the chemistry questions that he had missed in a month.

After reading it and finishing the chemistry questions, Fu Wan turned his pen and looked around.

Everyone is preparing for tomorrow's monthly exams, either reading the papers or reading the notes. In view of the basic respect for the subject and the teacher when a student, Fu Wan generally does not sleep in class and.

After thinking about it for a moment, she decided to find someone to borrow a note to read.

After all, if the knowledge is not consolidated, it will really be forgotten unconsciously.

She poked the shoulder of her tablemate, who was a student with a little long hair, who didn't seem to like to study, "Tablemate, do you have any review materials?" ”

It's okay to look at tutorial books or something.

"Nope." The same table squinted and glanced at Fu Wan with short-sighted eyes.

It was also at this time that Fu Wan saw that what he had been looking at with his head down was not a textbook, but a very thick book.

Fu Wan glanced at Li Huanjia and Duan Zihan, and the girl's intuition told her that it was best not to get these two touches. So she took out her mobile phone and asked in the game group.

A bottle of Eighty-two Thunder: [Brothers]

A bottle of '82-year-old Leibi: [Do you have notes or information books]

Let's have a bottle of Eighty-two years of Leibi: [Can you lend me a review, there are no notes and information books]

Someone immediately replied to her, and threw a notebook with notes written on it across the classroom, which was math. Fu Wan made an OK, thanked him in the group, and honestly looked down at the information book.

Fu Wan has the habit of sorting out notes, she is also idle when she is idle, and she has sorted out a notebook for herself.

She was still tidying up after class.

Duan Zihan came over with a physics notebook and said to Fu Wan gently: "I heard them say that you don't have a material note to read, this is physical, I just finished reading it, and I will show it to you." ”

Fu Wan has always known what others take the initiative to give you, or this thing is superfluous, and she doesn't want to throw it away, so she uses it in exchange for a favor. Otherwise, the other party has a clear plan and uses it to make a transaction.

Of course, the emotional factor is in it, even the feelings will be exchanged for feelings.

After begging for food for a long time, Fu Wan best understands why others are good for no reason.

It means being targeted.

Lin Zhi has been targeted countless times, and finally found out that others are simply looking for her money and family background, so Fu Wanlian felt a little disgusted.

"No, thank you." Fu Wan quietly pushed the notebook back, and took out three packs of vegetarian tripe from the belly of the table, "Give you all a little snack and come on to review." ”

Fu Wan made a cheering gesture to her.

Duan Zihan was a little hesitant, and said in a slightly low voice: "Xiao Zhi, are you disgusted with my bad grades...... I heard from them that you had just arrived and didn't have any notes or materials, so I hurriedly sent them to you. ”

"Huh?"

Duan Zihan saw Lin Zhi's expression blank for a moment, she thought that her retreat made Lin Zhi feel guilty, and she was about to continue.

Fu Wan raised his eyebrows suddenly, and said with a smile: "It turns out that your grades are not good, then I can't look at you, if the content is all wrong, I won't be done with the exam." ”

Duan Zihan: "......"

Why did the other party have such an innocent and gentle expression...... But in fact, she disliked her bad grades, Duan Zihan was choked by Lin Zhi's words, "No...... Actually, my grades are okay, but I don't know if Xiaozhi's grades are very good, so I'm worried about ......"

Fu Wan stood up, flipped through her notebook, and then rubbed Duan Zihan's little brain full of wisdom, and said softly and brightly: "Ah, that's it." From your notebook, though...... Your grades are indeed much worse than mine, don't worry, I'll go and borrow from your classmates with good academic performance. Yours I don't look at ha. ”

Because Fu Wan's voice was not small, the girls next to him heard it, covering their mouths and snickering.

"Oh my God, someone can finally pass Duan Zihan with White Lotus."

"Hahahaha, didn't Lin Zhi come back from abroad, did she really study physics in the second year of junior high school?"

"But it's really funny, hahahaha."

Fu Wan looked at Duan Zihan innocently, Duan Zihan took his notebook at a loss, hesitated for a while, and said, "I...... Then I'll go back. ”

After saying that, she held back the crumbling tears in her eyes and turned to leave.

Fu Wan grabbed her, "Eh, don't go." If you don't show me your notebook, then you tell whoever in your class has good physics grades, and I'll borrow him. ”

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