chapter003 I'll have you enough.

"Eh, I think you look good with a hairpin." The tablemate continued, "This hairpin is just pretty. ”

Without waiting for Song Jiu to answer, she continued: "Do you like to divide the middle?" ”

“……”

"I still like bangs?"

"......" Song Jiu met her gaze and said slowly, "I like baldness." ”

Shi Zhenzhen: "? ”

I always feel that something is not quite right at the same table lately.

Song Jiu felt that if her hair was pulled off so unscrupulously, she would become bald sooner or later.

The air was silent for a few seconds.

Shi Zhenzhen coughed a few times, automatically ignored it, and moved on to the next topic.

I turned the hairpin in my hand that was very textured and shiny and inlaid with diamonds.

"Huh," she surprised, "this thing is a hidden brooch." ”

Song Jiu looked over when he heard this.

It is indeed a very hidden brooch, the kind that you can't see at all if you don't look closely.

"By the way, don't you often follow Sun Yingyu." The same table finally got to the point, and returned the little second brooch in his hand to her desk, "Is there any gossip to reveal?" ”

Shi Zhenzhen is actually a very good person, usually a little arrogant, quite unreasonable and inexplicable, but it is actually quite good to Song Jiu.

The only thing that bothered Song Jiu was that she was too gossipy at the same table and loved to collect mysterious rumors and private news from all kinds of bigwigs on campus. even wrote them down in a small notebook and listed them as biographies.

It is conceivable that Bi Chu and Sun Yingyu must be at the top of the list.

used to show them to Song Jiu very generously.

Looking at the girl's neat handwriting, line by row, she rushed to this seriousness, Song Jiu really felt that it would be a pity for her not to be a journalist in the future, and she had the potential in that area.

"Do you think I'm amazing?" The tablemate patted the book very proudly, "I didn't say it, it's hard to find someone as serious as me, you know." ”

Song Jiu actually wanted to say that if you were so serious in your studies, you wouldn't be in this class at the end of the crane.

Of course, they won't be tablemates.

"Is there any?"

She was still struggling with that question.

"What?"

"What's going on with you lately, why have you been punished by Sun Yingyu, haven't you yet, aren't you her little follower?"

Song Jiu: "......"

I said this as if I really wanted her to be punished.

Realizing that she was using too much force, Shi Zhenzhen added: "Ah, no, I mean, why don't you suddenly play with her." ”

Song Jiu came up inexplicably, pursed his lips, and looked at her with a very sincere gaze: "Zhenzhen, don't I have you?" ”

The tablemate subconsciously swallowed his saliva.

"I'll have you enough."

She suddenly felt uncomfortable, and she had the feeling of being struck by lightning and the Tianling Gai, so she instantly turned back to her main table, picked up the pen and grabbed an exercise book by the way.

Put on a sweatshirt and hat, focus on learning, and work hard to write, all exuding a kind of "The future student is me, don't look at it", "I only have learning in my life, don't bother me anymore" and "Don't even think about it!" We can't be absolutely not! Can! Yes! "The natural temperament.

However.

"I'll have you enough."

"It's enough to have you."

"You're enough."

"That's enough."

"That's enough."

"That's it."

“。”

These words lingered in her ears like a spell, lingering.

"Classmate, I have your letter."

Song Jiu's place was by the window, and a girl outside knocked on it, and then handed in a piece of stationery.

"What?"

"No, nothing."

For the tablemate who suddenly came over, Song Jiu grabbed his hair and quickly hid the letter in the textbook.

I still can't help but sneak a peek at it during class.

[See you in the grove after school, do you dare to try it!! 】

The handwriting that was scribbled to the point of flying, it was a loss that Song Jiu still knew it.

At the same time, his mind began to search quickly for memories of the original owner.

As a result, it seems that there is no plot where people are invited to the grove.

Could it be blackmail, kidnapping, threatening, and then forcible seizure? School Bullying!

Song Jiu's shoulders trembled unconsciously, remembering that in the past, she only wore a fat school uniform with white canvas shoes and a high ponytail, and spent three years quietly holding exercise books.

So after becoming a little transparent, I felt that since she was a little transparent, she might have nothing to do, and she could live a stable life.

Song Jiu had an unstable life all day.

"Let's go."

"See you tomorrow, tablemate.

Song Jiu nodded modestly and began to pack up the books slowly.

When there was almost no one, he grabbed his schoolbag and ran quickly to the school grove.

For fear of being discovered by others.

Behind the group of teaching buildings, there is a small rockery-like park, planted with several rows of lush evergreen trees, that is, the grove where some students go on weekdays.

Song Jiu didn't know why she would send a ghost to go.

In fact, she could have given the threatening letter to the teacher.

But she didn't dare, just by virtue of the handwriting, it looked like the handwriting of a certain cool bully dragged by a big guy.

What if the teacher doesn't solve the problem adequately, and then he will be retaliated against.

Given that this is a secondary school text, and any kind of unbelievable and disgusting plot will happen, she still chooses to give in.

Just go, just go and see. If you notice something is wrong, run immediately.

For this reason, she went back to bring her mobile phone at noon.

The daylight is fading, and the streetlights are shining a cool light.

The wind blew through the trees, and the cold stirred up a little coolness.

"Hey, here." A hand from behind suddenly put on Song Jiu's body, "What are you looking around?" ”

Song Jiu was so frightened that he took a step back, stayed for a few seconds before he came to his senses and patted his chest.

Not a bad guy, but probably, nothing good either.

still has the memory of the original owner in her head, and she knows the person in front of her, who is one of Sun Yingyu's little followers, Lin Xiaoman.

Lin Xiaoman was still holding a few pieces of A4 paper in his hand, all of which were thrown into Song Jiu's hands.

"Traitor."

Song Jiu: "......"

"Slut!"

Song Jiu wanted to refute, and several thoughts were fighting in his mind, alas, forget it, take a step back and open the sky.

Good tempered like her, she still decided to endure.

Song Jiu just stood there and listened to her continue.

"You still know to come back." Lin Xiaoman rolled up his sleeves and circled around her slowly, "It's a shame that the boss trusts you so much, you actually ran to report the news!" ”

"That's it, I won't take you with me next time."

Song Jiugang wanted to explain, she didn't report it, she didn't do anything. From behind came a little sister.

This person Song Jiu also recognizes, Guo Qian.

Lin Xiaoman and Guo Qian are both in Class 9, and they like to be courteous around Sun Yingyu on weekdays, but Sun Yingyu is the first to look forward.

As soon as he heard this, Song Jiu suddenly felt very happy, "Okay, okay, it's great if you don't take me to play." ”

She couldn't ask for it.

I just want to get rid of the identity of this little follower.

"Tsk," Lin Xiaoman didn't want to talk nonsense with her, "I'll finish this task first." ”

Song Jiu pinched a few pieces of floating A4 paper in his hand and looked at her a little blankly.

"Sister Yu said that if you make a mistake, you have to accept punishment."

"Yes, so you're going to write a review, three thousand words."

Song Jiu counted the A4 papers in his hand, and there were seven of them.

"You don't need so much paper, do you?"

"You have to write seven copies," Lin Xiaoman crossed his arms and raised his chin, "If you don't have enough paper, buy it yourself." ”

“…… Yes? ”

Song Jiu suspected that he had heard it wrong, didn't it...... Does she write reviews? How did it become seven?

Soon I realized that they might have been reprimanded by the teacher, and then asked to write a review, so they came to her.

"I can't imitate the handwriting of seven people alone."

There is a more important question, which she wants to write in the voice of seven people.

"Then I don't care, if you can't hand it over before noon tomorrow." Lin Xiaoman glanced at her, "You are good-looking!" ”

"Let's go."

In short, it has the domineering and aura of the messenger.

Song Jiu was left alone in the dim light.

Write, write something, give them a song of the Seven Sons?

I haven't had time to savor the sorrow that has come too violently.

The sound of rustling in the distance drove her further into the woods.

Under the faint beam, there were two figures.

The man's figure was thin and tall, covering the girl in front of him. Leaving only one back, the black dress seems to blend in with the surrounding atmosphere.

Song Jiu hid behind a small bush nearby.

Knowing that it didn't seem good to casually explore other people's privacy, she told herself to listen for a few seconds, stay for a few seconds and then leave.

"Why, tell me, why did you do that? Why? ”

The man's voice was hoarse and low, and he didn't respond for a long time, and then he seemed to laugh angrily, and a magnetic light laugh came out of his throat.

"I'm that bad, huh?"

Finally, the voice that calmed down was inexplicably familiar, as if it had been heard somewhere.

The somewhat hoarse, nasal voice is reminiscent of the texture of the cold spring water illuminated by the moonlight after the fresh rain in the empty mountains.

Song Jiu's heart beat violently, and his fingers subconsciously clenched his palm.

She couldn't help but poke her head out to glance over.

The man was tall, and the faint beam of light hit the muscles of his arm, creating a smooth and neat beauty.

The pent-up irritability seemed to ignite in an instant, and he chuckled, tugging at the girl and clasping her wrist.

"You're crazy."

The girl's voice was soft and a little angry, and the thin white wrist exposed was particularly dazzling and beautiful.

The sound of tangled breathing was still there.

Song Jiu couldn't bear to look at it anymore.

In this situation, I sorted out my thoughts, and soon made up a picture of a well-dressed beast and a domineering man against a delicate and weak girl who annihilated humanity and forcibly took it, as well as the twists and turns between them, you love me, but I don't want to love you.

Song Jiu closed his eyes and took a deep breath.

At this time, it is necessary for her to come out to uphold justice and protect peace.

Do you want to call the police?

It's better to call the police.

Luckily she brought her phone.

She half-squatted, took out her phone, pressed the screen, and made up her mind to dial a "1" out.

It was out of place, there was a heavy wheezing sound behind her, and something wet and soft was licking her arms and elbows for a while.