Chapter Seventy-Five: What kind of immortal figure is that senior sister?

The other side

Gu Yi and Yang Yiqing stepped on the bell to enter the elective classroom.

Look around

There is no place for the Sutra anymore.

Only the two seats in the front and middle remain.

But that's not a good location.

Gu still didn't want to sit in such a prominent position.

But there's not much that can be done.

With difficulty, the two next to them got out of the way, squeezed into the middle, and sat down.

After the two sat down, they tacitly began to look at the people around them.

It was at this time.

Gu Zhen's eyes were fixed in one place.

Look at Gu Yi's eyes.

It's a tall boy.

Healthy sun-kissed skin, high nose bridge, deep eyes. It looks a little cynical and a little carelessly handsome.

I've confirmed the eyes.,It's the type that Gu still likes.。

Gu still looked at the junior brother with interest.

The junior was chatting with his friends, smiling brightly.

At this time, another junior who was talking to the junior brother next to him noticed Gu Zhen's eyes.

She patted him on the shoulder and motioned to him.

The junior brother also looked at it.

It just met Gu Zhen's eyes.

Gu still didn't hide, and looked at him with interest.

The junior brother actually blushed when he saw it, and turned his head very stiffly.

Gu still wanted to laugh a little, it turned out to be a little boy who was easily shy,

After class, Gu was still reluctant to turn back. Start the class.

Yang Yiqing still smiled when he saw Gu like this.

After class, the boy ran away like a wind.

Under Gu's still shocked gaze.

Gu still secretly regrets it.

Alas, I didn't ask about WeChat yet, so I just left.

Back to Class 5.

Ye Xiaoyu beckoned to the two of them happily.

Gu still found that Lin Mo was sitting in his place.

She raised her eyebrows and waited for Ye Xiaoyu's explanation.

Lin Mo saw that Gu was still back, so he sat back silently.

Gu still asked, "What's going on?" ”

Ye Xiaoyu said: "Daily dictation, Beiwei and I haven't memorized it." Just ask Lin Mo for help. ”

Gu still looked at Ye Xiaoyu helplessly and sat down.

Ye Xiaoyu hurriedly changed the topic: "Eh, you and Yiqing are back, how are you?" Is there a handsome junior? ”

Gu still unexpectedly hooked the corners of his mouth, licked his lips, supported his chin with one hand and said, "Well, there is one, it is the type I like." ”

Ye Xiaoyu looked at Gu Yi in shock, and hurriedly asked, "Who?" Who is so miserable that you fall in love with? ”

Gu Zhen's beautiful eyes glared at Ye Xiaoyu and said, "What's wrong with me, am I a scumbag?" I'm not scumbag. ”

Ye Xiaoyu nodded cooperatively and said, "Yes, yes, you are not a scumbag." ”

At this time, Beiwei turned his head and asked ruthlessly: "Then tell me how you and your ex-boyfriend are separated?" ”

Gu is still silent: ....

Tired of it, divided...

Gu still retorted: "Isn't this quite normal. ”

Ye Xiaoyu continued to mend the knife: "What about your ex-boyfriend?" ”

Gu still: ... I fell in love with my ex-boyfriend.

Gu still said unhappily: "I'm really not a scumbag!" ”

Suddenly, there was a scream from Gu Zhen.

Several people hurriedly looked over.

found that Gu Zhen's hand was cut, and the blood flowed down as if he didn't want money.

Ye Xiaoyu was shocked: "How did you cut it?" ”

Gu still looked at the "culprit" and was silent.

Yang Yiqing wanted to laugh a little: "You were actually cut by a book?!" ”

Ye Xiaoyu looked at the slightly deep wound and said, "Can someone who has been cut by a book be cut like this?" ”

Yang Yiqing suddenly laughed: "You still don't say scum, you see, it's pierced." ”

Gu still: ...

Several people laughed.

Lin Mo had been standing beside him, taking a band-aid and handing it to Ye Xiaoyu.

Ye Xiaoyu put it on Gu Yi.

Beiwei joked: "Sister Ran, people are watching the sky." ”

Gu still glared at Beiwei and scolded: "Beiwei, I remember you!" ”

Beiwei hurriedly begged for mercy and shouted: "I was wrong, I was wrong, Sister Ran, I was wrong!! ”

Gu still ignores North Swing.

Silently looking at his wounds.