[When the love value reaches 58, the next plane will be automatically opened!] Memory Erasure...... Erase Success! 】

Although Yun Shu said that his eyes were still closed, he could still smell a smell, that kind of smell was really familiar and indescribable, and he could usually feel it at home - the unique smell of the toilet.

Yun Shu opened his eyes with disgust, looked at the toilet in front of him, frowned and pushed the door and walked out, and when he washed his hands, he couldn't help but raise his head and look at the mirror in front of him, looking at himself Although he looked good, he had nothing to say about his messy hair, and his clothes were also dirty and had all kinds of oil stains.

But all of this looks like someone else deliberately got it, and the reason why I was in the toilet was probably because I was bullied in the toilet.

The system looked at Yun Shu, shook his head silently, and tried to hold back a smile.

The hair hung down messily, Yun Shu touched it, and he didn't know how long it had been since the original owner had washed his hair, so he glanced at the clothes on his body with disgust, and then at the quiet and unmanned toilet, and knocked on the system.

"Hurry up and pass on my memory, if I am bullied, I will pay it back."

The system obediently transmits memories.

The original owner, Yun Shu, is from the taekwondo department of the University of Physical Education, and he is also a figure who carries the handle, he is already a junior, and since he entered the industry, he has won numerous awards, although it is not an international award, but he is also a man of the hour.

And now, she is not in a hotel at all, but when she came to eat KFC, her aunt suddenly came to visit, and she was in pain in the toilet, but the two best friends outside didn't know.

But it just so happened that a few girls from the gymnastics team of the same school saw it, and directly ravaged Yun Shu, making her dirty, and then slipped away.

After cutting his hair, Yun Shu gritted his teeth and looked at himself in the mirror, and then looked at the oil of the fried chicken thigh on his chest, clenched his hand into a fist, and slammed it on the sink, directly knocking out a crack in the tiles there.

Yun Shu: "......"

Pulling the toilet paper with his hand, he wrapped it around his neck like a scarf, glanced at no one around, and chose to retreat quickly.

On the way, Yun Shu digested his memory again, thought about the names of those girls, secretly wrote them down in his heart, and prepared to go back to clean them up.

However, when he was going down the stairs, he accidentally bumped into a person, who was still wearing the uniform of the local high school, and after Yun Shu quickly apologized, he saw this person looking at him with disdain, and he was very arrogant.

"Auntie, can you have more eyes? Why do you even hit people down the stairs? If I am knocked down by you, will you be responsible? ”

As soon as Yun Shu lowered her eyes, she saw that the girl was holding a large pile of high school review materials in her hands, and it seemed that she was taking advantage of lunch time to review, plus she was wearing a high school uniform.

Yun Shu could only silently apologize to her in his heart, raised his eyebrows without changing his face, and looked at the electronic clock hanging on the side, showing 08:30.

August 30th?

Yun Shu propped up the wall with one hand and smiled.

"With less than six hours of sleep a day, a gel pen used up in two days, and countless cups of instant coffee, when you walk through the dark dawn to the school building, do you wonder if you are overdrawing your life? But fate gave you a slap in the face and said: The Chinese Education Bureau reminds you: study tens of thousands, homework first, homework is not completed, and two lines of tears at the beginning of school! "I want to talk to more like-minded people about "Fast Wear System: The Male Protagonist is Strong and Flirtatious!" ", WeChat pays attention to "excellent reading literature", chatting about life, looking for confidants~