Chapter 263: Autistic Teenager (41)

Suddenly, a girl in the front row turned her head and asked with interest: "Mo Chuchu, have you got a boyfriend?" โ€

Yu Chu didn't look up, "No." โ€

The girl glanced at her white forehead, and her tone unconsciously revealed a trace of sourness, "Then why did you suddenly dress up?" โ€

She said, teasing with the people at her table in a low voice, "Don't say it, we Chu Chu is dressed up like this, and we really look presentable." โ€

Yu Chu glanced at her.

The image and character of the original owner have always been a little transparent one in college, and the girls have an inexplicable sense of superiority in front of her, and they don't pay much attention to what they say, as if Mo Chuchu doesn't understand ridicule.

She tugged at the corners of her lips, a little too lazy to pay attention, and looked down to read the book again, but the girl came over and asked, "Chu Chu, do you have a company for tomorrow's masquerade?" โ€

As soon as she said this, Yu Chu remembered that this year, a club held a masquerade ball, and there were many people who signed up, which was almost a large-scale event.

Later, with the support of the school, every student participated, and it became an official sorority.

She thought, but didn't speak.

The girl was happy, "I know a boy who looks pretty good, do you want to introduce him?" โ€

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Yu Chu raised his eyes to look at the girl, and when he saw that the other party was enthusiastic, as if he was very enthusiastic about helping, he couldn't help but sneer in his heart.

Mo Chuchu looks like this, nine times out of ten, she was rejected by a boy, and the other party is not familiar with her, so enthusiastic Zhang Luo just wants to see her make a fool of herself.

Sometimes Yu Chuzhen doesn't understand how there is so much malice between unfamiliar people.

Mo Chuchu herself is not good-looking, and she doesn't hinder anyone, but those people just say that she is ugly behind her back, and she doesn't shy away from it in person, and now, she has even more inches.

She threw the pen, "No. โ€

After speaking, calmly packed up his things and prepared to go out.

The face of the girl who was ignored changed, and she suddenly became angry, and said to Yu Chu: "Hey, are you polite, I am a good heart, what kind of attitude do you have!" โ€

Yu Chu stopped, turned around, the girl bit her lip again, and sneered: "Besides, what are you pretending, your roommate saw the photo on your phone, it's not your boyfriend, right......?" Do you have a crush? โ€

Yu Chu frowned, and then remembered that he had taken a sleeping photo of Luo Chen.

Her eyes darkened for a moment.

The girl didn't notice it, and continued to say: "It's definitely not your boyfriend, you secretly photograph others, isn't it disgusting, what are you pretending to be pure and pure now?" โ€

As she spoke, she saw the girl turn back.

Walking in front of her, across a table, the girl held a book in one hand, raised her foot indifferently, stepped directly over the table, and stepped on her chest with one foot.

The girl was caught off guard, she was kicked and overturned, the sound of the chair falling to the ground, and the sound of things falling on the table sounded one after another, and everyone else stared at this scene in disbelief.

"Leave your mouth down." Yu Chu said lightly.

She patted the book in her arms, lifted her glasses again, and walked away.

There was silence in the room.

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When he arrived at Luo's house, Yu Chu remembered the ball, and told Master Luo that there would be activities the next day, but Master Luo hesitated and motioned for her to ask Luo Chen first.

Of course, the young man was very unhappy, and pulled the corner of her clothes pitifully, Yu Chu looked at him with a headache, and Master Luo said by the door: "Why don't you take him with you?" โ€

That aggrieved little appearance, he looked at it as a grandfather, and he couldn't bear it.

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