Bing Manxue interrupted perfunctorily, "Yes, yes, I know, I know~" She yawned and continued, "Isn't it the end of the month in a week......"

Mo Chenyao, who didn't know the truth, hurriedly asked, "What's wrong with the end of the month?" Don't you sell it? “

How can she sell it, it is obvious that Mo Chenyao is indifferent to school affairs!

She spread out her hands and explained helplessly, "In order to welcome the festival on May 1st, isn't there a campus event party at the end of April?" When the whole school is ......"

Mo Chenyao interrupted Bing Manxue excitedly, "You mean ......" His eyes flashed with excitement, like diamonds. In Mandarin, it is ------- titanium krypton gold dog eyes.

He can't wait for the release of this 'annual face-slapping drama'.

He grabbed Bing Manxue's shoulder with one hand and complimented, "That's amazing." I knew you had a way, and I wasn't impatient at all, seeing how well I knew you. ”

Is this called impatience?

You may have misunderstood the word impatience.

Bing Manxue pushed Mo Chenyao's hand away in disgust and said, "Go back, it's time for class." ”

…………………………

The school's weekends are the most attractive days, when students can enjoy their holidays.

However, Bing Manxue didn't enjoy it so much, she had been wearing Yan Shuyan's shirt for a full month. She loves to be clean, and she washed it at least 10 times in a month. Not only that, but the shirt seems to be warmer than expected.

In such a bedroom full of hot air, the shirt is dutifully adding temperature to the ice and snow.

The sweat droplets on his forehead condensed into beads of sweat and fell, and the ice and snow rolled up his sleeves and fanned the wind with his hands.

It was probably the weakest struggle she'd ever had in her life.

It's hot at noon!

She rummaged through her room for a long time before finding her life-saving ----- the remote control for the air conditioner.

The cool breeze was blowing slowly, and the ice and snow sat on the bed, breathing a long sigh of relief.

Bing Manxue threw herself back on the bed, so that the air conditioning air was completely poured on herself, and she put her left foot on her right foot leisurely, looking at the ceiling and wandering into the sky:

It's not a thing to go on like this every day, the weather is getting hotter and hotter, and it's really hot to collapse to live on a shirt every day.

I really don't know how Yan Shuyan did it, he can still wear a suit and shirt every day, he can still wear it comfortably, is he a fire demon from hell, not afraid of heat at all.

The personality is also paranoid, and it is so domineering, maybe it is really the reincarnation of the fire demon!

Bing Manxue never tired of saying bad things about men in her heart.

Either go to Yan Shuyan's cloakroom and get another piece of clothing, anyway, he has a lot of clothes, and he can't see a few less.

Thinking of this, Bing Manxue sighed deeply again.

She remembered that Yan Shuyan had prepared a cloakroom for her in the previous life.

But she just doesn't know how to cherish it, and often takes out the clothes in the cloakroom one by one and burns them in the trash can in the garden to express her protest against Yan Shuyan.

But if she burned it once, Yan Shuyan bought it once, and this is how the vicious circle unfolded.

Now, is that room still there?

Bing Manxue sat up and stretched lazily.

She pursed her lips and made the big decision------- go to the cloakroom for an adventure.

But as soon as she opened the door, the heat hit with teeth and claws. Compared to the cool bedroom now, the hallway is simply a steamer.

Bing Manxue heroically stepped out of the room, quite a feeling of hot buns on the drawer.