Chen Yue walked over and took out the green math study book, and then brought it to him, and said to him with wet eyes: "You deliberately took this exercise book wrong, right?" ”

For a while, the sourness of the past came to my heart.

"Do you know that you didn't touch a word, I tm redo (copy) it, how much time wasted?!"

She couldn't help laughing when she saw Song Yao being yelled at stupidly, but there were still a little tears in her eyes.

"You're so immoral!"

"I'm sorry," Song Yao hugged her into his arms and said apologetically, "I just want something to think about." ”

"Don't they all have that comb?" Chen Yue's eyes looked at the one standing in front of the many photo frames on the desk over there, like a black comb that had been enshrined.

"Not enough... Far from enough. Song Yao hugged the person in his arms tighter.

You don't know, how much I want to take you with me, always by my side, no number of things are worth one of you.

Later, because he really couldn't stand the smell, Song Yao stayed in the house for less than ten minutes, so Chen Yue continued to watch, and then went to take a bath by himself.

Song Yao felt that staying in it was like a corpse soaking in formalin, and when he thought of this, the bath time unconsciously increased.

In fact, he rarely had the opportunity to smell this smell in the past, and there would be hourly workers to remove this smell in advance, unless he came back suddenly, as this time.

In the treasure house, except for a few rows of bookshelves, there are lockers and desks, and Chen Yue's figure is not in it. From time to time, a cold night breeze would enter through the window that Song Yao had specially opened, and Chen Yue was uneasy for some reason.

It seemed that something terrifying was lurking in this room, and after Song Yao left, he gradually stretched out his claws towards her.

An invisible evil force shrouded around her, oppressing her to the point of suffocation.

Chen Yue wanted to close the window, but she didn't even have the courage to take a step forward.

As far as the eye can see, there is a vast forest outside the window, and there are only a few street lamps, faintly illuminating the road in the forest.

And the road embedded in the black forest made her panic even more, as if the road should not exist, as if it led to the underworld.

She didn't dare to look any further, so she quickly withdrew her gaze and focused as much as she could on what was in the room.

Tonight's restlessness made her vaguely feel that something bad was going to happen.

Often, at times like this, this premonition will come true.

But in the end, she blamed all these weird feelings on today's holiday.

Despite this, Chen Yue was still almost frantically trying to dispel this thought, rummaging through the lockers in a hurry, trying to dispel his fear with his busyness.

However, she rummaged aimlessly, to no avail, and she didn't even see what she had turned out. For a moment, she was driven crazy by her own panic.

She suddenly remembered that she should flee this place quickly, but she looked around, but could not find the door, let alone the exit. Only the window was open, and the road seemed to be getting closer and closer to her, but she knew she must not come closer.

Chen Yue leaned against the bookshelf in a panic, shrinking into a ball, like a trapped beast, and could only wait for Song Yao to hurry over to save her.

It was clear that she was conscious, she knew that Song Yao had gone to take a bath, and she knew that this was there, but why couldn't she find the exit?!

She begged in her heart that if it was a dream, she must wake her up quickly!

"Smack!" Behind him, a book fell to the ground, and the crisp sound of impact echoed throughout the room.

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