Servility.

I drank porridge with black lines on my face, despising my servility that went deep into my bone marrow. The cafeteria was full of people at this o'clock, and after the senior brother left, Wang Rong and An Ling from the next table came over with plates to share a table with me.

Eh, did you two quarrel?

Quarrel? No, I don't.

How bold I must be to dare to quarrel with my senior brother, and you really look up to me.

An Ling pouted while drinking egg soup.

Then why is your senior brother's face so dark?

Is there one?

His face is black, and it's not that he doesn't have good food.

Yes.

Wang Rong also looked at me with a smile and said.

In this way, should the people who go to the rich banquet be more open than the lost me?

Originally, the blood in the brain was not enough when eating, and when they said it, I felt even more confused. This afternoon, the senior brother seems to be a little distracted, it turns out that this is not my illusion, even others can see it.

Today's porridge is not boiled well, the taste is light, and it does not arouse my appetite at all. The cabbage cake is a little cold, and the taste is also a layer worse.

You see, the food is tasteless and difficult to swallow. Alas, a little woman in love...... But a little noise is pleasant, and the noise is healthier!

No quarrels!

Well, if you say it's not noisy, it's not noisy.

An Ling always treats me as a happy doll and often teases me.

It's no secret that I have something to do with my brother. Last time, I was weakly mentioned that he would not be allowed to send it, and his feedback to me was that not only did he return late, but he also waited for me to go downstairs in a conspicuous position downstairs in the dormitory every morning when the crowd was at its most dense, and we went to the three canteens for breakfast together.

I used to be the only people around me who knew about me, and since then no one in the house knows about me.

That is Zhang Heng's girlfriend?

Well, that's right, it's her.

Sure enough, it's an ordinary person.

Isn't. But it's not an ordinary person.

Well?

Can ordinary people catch up with Zhang Heng? The wrist is not ordinary.

Reasonable......

There are a lot of sour and even malicious rumors that often float to my ears, and I get used to listening to them. Fortunately, the novelty slowly passed, and the harsh words gradually became less and less, but those eyes that glanced around and had no clear meaning were always full of left and right. Rao is a mental preparation, and sometimes I will be secretly injured by cold arrows.

No, the girls at the table behind the diagonal are discussing enthusiastically without scruples.

Eh, you see, Zhang Heng is gone, and the woman is left eating.

Alas, this girl was originally called the long-legged little junior sister, but now she has become that girl.

Mmmm, it doesn't look very harmonious.

I guess they won't be able to grow long. If you want to be good-looking, if you want to be able to do it or not, I don't know what Zhang Heng likes about her.

The twisted melon is not sweet, so there will be a gap so soon......

I was still pretending to listen to the "rumors and commentaries" calmly, and An Ling had already stood up and strode over.

When others fall in love, you don't worry about it. Chewing the root of the tongue behind your back, you don't know if you know the girls?

An Ling is tall and domineering. After saying two sentences, the girls at the table were dumbfounded for a while.

We speak for ourselves, can you control it?

You speak on your own, spray my friend, and I'll take care of it. If you have the ability, you can say this in front of Zhang Heng. I like him to chase it by himself. I don't have the ability, I'm a girl, I bully girls behind my back, and I deserve that no boy likes you like you.

A few girls who wanted to quibble opened their mouths.

The eyes around me gathered, and before the situation could ferment further, I hurried over and pulled An Ling away.

Why are you pulling me?

Auntie, you still think I'm not well-known enough, spare me.

An Ling's righteousness is directly proportional to her height, and she is more concerned about her sister's affairs than herself. We're portraits, but we're more bold than I am. I'm only going to poke and poke the calculators, haha.