Lin Zeyu decided not to think about it anymore, and took out something from his pocket and stuffed it to Zhao Mengyao.

Zhao Mengyao took it and saw that it was her mobile phone.

"Ah, thank you for helping me get it back!"

"No thanks. By the way, I will bring you a notice from the school, and your military training will be temporarily postponed to next year. Rest well. ”

Zhao Mengyao wanted to go to military training, but her leg wouldn't be better for a while.

"Also, Jiang Rong'er and Liu Muyi asked me to take a message and let you take care of yourself, otherwise you will be beaten so much that you can't get out of bed when you come back."

"......" Zhao Mengyao couldn't cry or laughed, did she want her to be good or not?

"And-" Lin Zeyu turned his face awkwardly, and said in a thin voice: "It's really good that you're okay." ”

Zhao Mengyao's ears were very sensitive, and she was a little stunned when she heard it, blinked her eyes, and asked, "Who asked you to bring this?" ”

A faint flush appeared on Lin Zeyu's face, but his expression was still very vicious, and he bluffed and said, "Lao Tzu said it himself." ”

"Poof." Zhao Mengyao couldn't hold back and laughed: "Hahahaha, you also have such a cute side?" No wonder those girls are fascinated by mini fascination. ”

Lin Zeyu was a little flattered when he heard Zhao Mengyao praise him for the first time, and it took him a long time to react, and he fled in a hurry with a red face: "I have to go back to military training!" Rest well! Good bye! ”

After escaping from the ward, Lin Zeyu pressed his chest, calmed down his rapid heartbeat, and said silently in his heart: Other girls like me not because of this, because this kind of appearance will only appear in front of you.

After Lin Zeyu left, Zhao Mengyao lay on the bed and swiped Weibo.

When she saw a whole piece of Weibo on the Internet that lit candles to pray for her, Zhao Mengyao pulled the corners of her mouth, and her heart was moved and helpless.

casually swiped it twice, but swiped a Weibo that hacked her. turned over the things of her junior high school again, coupled with some rumors chasing the wind and shadows, and tried to discredit her image.

Zhao Mengyao clicked on the Weibo comments, wanted to see everyone's reactions, and flipped through a few casually, but found that the comments were one-sided, all of them were scolding the marketing account.

"Is it interesting to eat human blood steamed buns on the marketing account? People's lives and deaths are uncertain, and you are spreading rumors here? Something like that.

It seems that today's netizens are still quite sensible, and they will not be casually rhythmized by the marketing account. But I have to blame this marketing account for being too uncommon-sense, how can you lose black material when something happens to the other party and the whole network prays for blessings?

Obviously, netizens will sympathize with the party who caused the accident first. Emotionally favoritism.

After flipping through it for a while, I found that a clarification Weibo was on the top of the homepage. The content is very simple, only a link to the post bar was posted, which was a long time ago, and Liu Muyi posted a post in the post bar of the No. 2 Middle School.

The recording of Zhao Mengyi at that time was attached, which restored the truth of Zhao Mengyao's junior high school black history.

The person who posted Weibo also added a paragraph: "Are there enough people who follow the trend?" It's so easy to be rhythmic, don't have a long brain? Is my Yaoyao that kind of person? ”

My home...... Yaoyao......

Seeing such an ambiguous title, Zhao Mengyao always had an ominous premonition, so she subconsciously glanced at ID, Xiaolonglong.

Emmmm。

Zhao Mengyao fell silent.

The instructor is so idle, can he still post on Weibo?

She casually flipped through a few Weibo posts, and even saw rumors that her body had been found by the mountain patrol team, and Zhao Mengyao felt a chill on the back of her neck.