Joey turned his head and gave a rare smile: "I don't know what you're talking about. ”

"Why don't you call or message me?"

"It's simple," Joey shrugged, "because I didn't remember." ”

Mo Yan could only grin bitterly. She covered her eyes with one hand and waved weakly at Joey with the other.

With what she knew about Joey, if Joey had said, "It's easy, because I forgot to bring my phone," then there was really a problem.

And "I didn't remember", this reason that sounds a little imperfect, is the real reason that is more in line with Joey's usual situation.

Joey often forgets about everything, forgets to eat lunch, and even forgets whether he has had lunch or not. She is the kind of rare girl who focuses on her studies.

Perhaps she has the potential to be a female scientist like Marie Curie, Jane Goodall, and Maria Gopert-Meyer.

Wang Hates You and Joey are caught between left and right, unintentionally inserting willows, which dilutes her deep longing for the king's wind.

During the big recess, Mo Yan went to the window of the first class for the first time without pretentiousness, and he did not sneak into the studio to paint in the fourth self-study class, and naturally there was no painting to give away during the lunch break.

Her appearance can only be described as "lost soul".

Normally, she used to eat with Joey for lunch, and used her to relieve the embarrassment of the "lone ranger". At noon today, it was clear that there was nothing to do, but Mo Yan was unwilling to get up and keep up with Joey.

She still cares about Joey's little episode of lying about the military and causing her to indulge in the love of her beloved.

"You go first, I still have something to do."

Fortunately, Joey was indifferent and didn't ask anything.

Mo Yan was alone, and when she finally got up and walked out, there were few people in the classroom. She had barely reached the front door when she was hit on the shoulder by a man who had broken in, and she almost fell.

Chasing after his eyes, the slender and long figure is undoubtedly King Kong.

King Kong shouted as he ran: "It's not a good thing! It's not a good little thing! The king has been arrested! ”

Mo Yan wanted to leave the classroom without hesitation.

The rest of the few who didn't go to dinner really got together and started talking. The news was so loud that they couldn't suppress their chatter.

"Because of what?"

"When?"

"Do you still need to ask? Wang, I didn't come all this morning! ”

"How do I think I saw him in the morning?"

"Mom, when I got up this morning, my eyelids were beating and my heart was panicking. It can't be the East Window incident, right? ”

"Crow's mouth, shut up."

Mo Yan stood at the door with his hands down, confused.

Although they were all in the same class, the boys were ridiculously naïve. If it weren't for their average height being tall enough, Mo Yan would have wanted to call them little brothers.

Just a second before Mo Yan lost his patience, someone finally asked the point: "Who was arrested?" ”

"Director of Discipline and Discipline!" King Kong is like an ant on a hot pan.

Everyone knows that King Kong sticks to the king.

Mo Yan stroked his forehead, put aside his anxiety and panic, and reasoned carefully, if Wang Chengyou was locked up in a small black room by the director of discipline because he kissed her hand, then how could she sit in the classroom for four classes in a good way?

Therefore, if King Kong did not spread the falsehood, then there must be other reasons that are not related to her!

Since it wasn't relevant to her, she wasn't interested in auditing.

Silently stepping out the door, he gently closed the door of the classroom for the group of naïve boys who had given each other the nickname of the smoky miasma.

Obviously, turning left is the stairs, but I can't resist the paranoia in my heart, but I go to the right hand.

Knowing that he is not in the classroom now, he insists on having the obsession of "it is good to look at an empty seat".

That's a crush.

Sweet, yet sour.

I found out his seat at a glance, and sure enough, I didn't see anyone, and I really felt comforted.

Satisfied, I walked to the restaurant. I chose a pasta, found a corner seat, and ate it silently. Looking at the time, it was only half past 12, and there was still half an hour before the class was at one o'clock in the afternoon.

In the noisy restaurant, the body and mind are flustered. Mo Yan knew why. According to the memory of the body's biological clock, she should run to the small garden at the intersection of the three forks to meet the king wind.

It's just that there is no painting in his hand today, what can I do to talk to him?

Mo Yan felt melancholy in his heart, and walked casually onto the remote path behind the teaching building. On the royal road, empty yourself and silently say to yourself: Don't worry! Don't panic! Everything will be fine! You see, Mo Jielian is starting to look for part-time jobs.

Halfway through the psychological construction, suddenly the cold wind sent a burst of human voices.

"Don't you have points in your heart? Poor like this, what kind of aristocrat did he run to a private school?

To say that you are 'pathetic' is too exalting to you, and it is clearly 'ridiculous'! Let's eliminate the harm for the people today and tear off the hypocrisy of your slut! ”

Mo Yan's whole body froze.

My gut felt like it was talking about her! But she really couldn't think of anyone so daring!

The tiger turned around vigorously, and the thunderbolt hand picked up the bush branches that slipped into the sheep intestine path, and Mo Yan was dumbfounded.

If you look down on this remote path behind the school building, you will find that it is slender at both ends, and in the middle it is like a protruding belly that grows a dense canopy that does not wither all year round. It was a camphor tree that was nearly 100 years old. At this moment, under the camphor tree, a group of young girls are beating a young girl.

Mo Yan was a little in a dilemma.

The moment she realized that she wanted to do more, she wanted to sneak and sneak away, but when she came, the action was too intense, and it was impossible to sneak away. At least half of the teenage girls had turned back and seen her.

Look at the size is a group of junior high school students.

It's only junior high school students who take personal grievances so seriously, and senior high school dogs like them who fight for grades have automatically turned on the Buddhist system, and their ears are too lazy to smell foreign affairs.

At the moment when Mo Yan made up his mind to turn around and run away, the girls in the circle were pushed and fell to the ground, so Mo Yan faintly saw a round face from the gap between a few thin legs.

This face was seen on the access control display screen two days ago.

At that time, the round face was expressionless, but I didn't expect that I was going to be beaten by the group, and I could still have a stinky face.

Shouldn't it be a trick to beg for mercy?

You deserve to be beaten!

With indescribable refreshment, Mo Yan simply turned around and left.

"Sisters, take out your phone, let's shoot something hot."

The little girls laughed tacitly.

At this moment, a critical sound suddenly sounded in the air.

The sensitive girls turned their heads towards the position where Mo Yan had appeared.

A 2-meter-long stick with a thick wrist was held in Mo Yan's hand.

"Smack."

"Smack."

Suddenly, suddenly, the stick struck on the trunks of trees by the roadside, on the leaves of the dwarf holly, on the branches of the bushes.

Mo Yan walked towards the girls step by step, and the sticks randomly landed on the plants on both sides of the road she walked, making a strange noise.