Cuihua slowly slid down the table legs, looked left and right, and saw that the white-robed ghost didn't notice, so she hurriedly ran on her little short legs and followed Wu Yue.

[I have prepared a seven-color sack, Xiao Cuihua, your porridge is spicy? ] 】

[Witch instigation to rush duck! ] 】

[Yan Mei's eyes narrowed, and she realized that things were not simple]

[Teacher Mu possessed: Today's innocence and beauty, the wind has a hustle and bustle~]

Away from the eighteenth class classroom, Wu Yue leaned against the corner of the wall and took a deep breath.

With her years of experience, the two just now, I'm afraid it's not black and white, right?

Mu Junyan is really not an ordinary person.

Then that day, Yan Chi Imperial General banned time, didn't Mu Junyan also know? Therefore, the sight that I perceive is not an illusion.

Wu Yue couldn't help but feel a little restless in her heart, she let out a long breath of turbidity, and her snow eyes condensed slightly.

, even she, an old man, didn't let go, so he had to throw her into such a world.

I don't know how to respect the old and love the young... T.T

Wu Yue thought about it for a while, Cuihua came and grabbed her school uniform trouser leg, her eyes flashing with a black luster on the paper.

Cuihua opened her lips, Wu Yue didn't know what she was talking about, but she understood that Cuihua was comforting herself.

She crouched down and reached out for Cuihua to climb into her palm. The eyebrows and eyes were curved, and they were plated with a little tenderness: "Cuihua, thank you." ”

One person squatted in the corner and waited for a while, waiting for the iron pillar to come out to find someone, and then Wu instigated Fang to stand up with his squatting legs.

When she went back, the first class was over.

The girl struggled for a long time: "Yun Wei, I have something I want to discuss with you." ”

Zhou Yunwei looked at Wu Yue's hesitation to speak, knocked on her desk twice, and said with a smile: "What's the matter, you say." ”

"I want to be at the same table as Yan Chiyu."

The young man across the aisle paused because of Wu Yue's words, and the corners of his mouth unconsciously hooked, and a light smile appeared.

[Get out of the way!] I brought the Civil Affairs Bureau!! 】

[The corners of my mouth want to be shoulder to shoulder with the sun]

[The corners of Yan Mei's mouth are crazy to rise, hhh is too real]

[The screen exudes the sour smell of love]

[Mama, I want to wear that table]

Zhou Yunwei subconsciously glanced at Yan Chiyu, then approached Wu Yue, lowered her voice and asked euphemistically, "Should you two be so, really?" ”

"Not what you think." Wu Yue had a headache, but there were some things she couldn't say.

She pondered her words, "There are some things I want to ask him, and we were at the same table when we were in Song City before." ”

Yan Chiyu took a deep breath and withdrew his gaze that was carelessly fixed on the girl, and the curvature of his lips turned from shallow to deep.

On the table are a few blank yellow papers, and the yellow paper on the first one is painted with incomprehensible symbols to ward off evil spirits, and there are obvious ink traces at the end of the fall, which is deep and chaotic.

The boy lowered his eyes and crumpled the yellow paper into a ball and threw it into a drawer. Tie Zhu rushed to Wuyue's drawer to meet Cuihua with the yellow paper, he took a bite of it first, told Cuihua that it was edible, and then put the yellow paper ball next to Cuihua's leg for her to eat.

Zhou Yunwei didn't think much about it, and looked clear, "I understand, I understand, you can change it." But you have to ask Song Wenzhi if he is willing. ”

The two tables were not far away, and Song Wenzhi naturally heard it. He immediately smiled, "Yes, yes." Come on, come on, Brother Yan, I'll help you move the table. ”

Thankfully, the big guy finally moved from his side. He has been living under his aura for the past few days, and he is already suffocating.

Let's ask, the same sophomore, the same paper, the same person, why is this guy who is often in a daze full score, and he is in single digits?

He felt that it must be because Yan Chiyu was by his side that robbed him of his good luck. Obviously, he has been listening to classes very seriously recently, and he has started to take a pen and copy his homework when he goes home. Before the change, he didn't even hold a pen, okay?

Song Wenzhi was comforted in his heart, and his actions became numb, and by the way, he also helped Zhou Yunwei move the desk.