it!

Old Stone is here!

Yuan Ruoruo silently lit wax in his heart for the two unfortunate compatriots who were "killed".

Being caught playing with a mobile phone in class, it's sad enough!

Luckily, she's sick.

She was secretly glad that Lao Shi replied again, [Today's homework will be sent to you in private messages, write homework when you are not uncomfortable!] 】

the groove ruthlessly!

Although she is a scumbag, she doesn't listen very carefully in class, and her homework is still handed in on time every day, after all, the teachers still have to give face.

But......

She didn't bring her bag back.

Yesterday when she lived in school, she planned to study at night, and her schoolbag was placed in the classroom, but there was such an accident, and she went directly back to the dormitory in the evening.

I fainted on the way to class again this morning.

So—

Yuan Ruoruo replied to Lao Shi: [Teacher Shi, I am sick, the doctor has said that it may burn again at any time, and I need to rest more. And my schoolbag is at school, so I won't write my homework first~]

Lao Shi replied to Yuan Ruoruo: [Let Zhao Yule help you take the schoolbag back, as for the body, you can play with your mobile phone, and it must be no problem to write homework, the teacher believes in you]

Damn, she doesn't believe in herself!

Lao Shi is not ruthless, he is simply cold-blooded and ruthless!

Yuan Ruoruo replied to Lao Shi: [No, it's uncomfortable, dizzy, I'm going to sleep]

After the reply was successful, Yuan Ruoruo hurriedly withdrew from the WeChat circle of friends as if he was afraid of being monitored by video.

The excitement that had previously been weakened by Xiao Yue's reply to the information did not diminish in the slightest.

Holding her mobile phone, she couldn't arouse her interest in playing with her mobile phone, turned over, lay flat on the bed on all fours, staring at the snow-white ceiling, and couldn't calm down.

I want to see Xiao Yue!

I want to be with him all the time.

When this idea popped into his mind, Yuan Ruoruo was startled by himself.

She used to like a lot of male stars, and she would grab tickets to go to their concerts.

We will support them in every activity.

I will laugh with my aunt and look at their photos and videos over and over again.

But she won't be as sad as some Jimei because of which idol she likes has officially announced her girlfriend, and even quit the circle and turns black.

She used to think that she was probably that kind of relationship was very casual and didn't force it, like: I like you, it's my business, it has nothing to do with you.

But at this moment, she realized that it was not that her feelings were casual, but that she had not met the person she really liked.

Now that she has met it, she can't do anything but not care about his thoughts.

I like him, and of course I hope he can like her too.

For the first time in sixteen years, I like a boy like this to the point of scratching my heart and being restless.

Thinking wildly, she glanced at the time, class was over, and he hadn't replied yet.

She was used to him not knowing the information before, and he replied coldly, and if she didn't reply, it made her feel a little lost.

She was bored, but she finally attacked him again, [Senior, did you sneeze just now? 】

If someone thinks he's going to sneeze, she's thought he's been thinking about it for so long, he's going to do a lot, right?

*

After school in the afternoon, Zhao Yule didn't help her bring her schoolbag back, Teacher Shi didn't really send her homework in a private message, and Xiao Yue didn't reply to her messages.

Yuan Ruoruo finished dinner and took anti-inflammatory drugs according to the doctor's instructions, but at nine o'clock in the evening, she still had a fever again.

It's the kind of high fever that burns so much that your eyeballs are on fire.

Maybe people are more vulnerable when they are sick.

She suddenly felt so aggrieved because Xiao Yue didn't reply to the message.

So he lay on the bed, held up his mobile phone, and sent him a message to complain.