Chapter 142: It's Really Not for Her [Asking for Votes]
Nighttime was taken aback, turned around abruptly, turned his back to him, and said, "Get out." ”
"Give you a minute to wash it, and don't get water into the wound." The man's dark gaze swept her back, and after his throat rolled, he said in a low voice.
He closed the bathroom door, stood in the doorway, glanced down, and shook his head with a wry smile.
At night, when he closed the door, he quickly washed and dried and put on his bathrobe.
She didn't mean to abuse her body, self-abuse or something, it really wasn't for her.
She just felt uncomfortable.
It's just not very well mentally and physically.
The days of tossing passed quickly, and she hardly paid much attention to the one who was still in the hospital.
The appendicitis surgery at night is not too big to say small.
At least, when she went to the military region for military training, she couldn't stand under the scorching sun for half an hour like others.
The instructor was very kind and very strict.
After she handed over the hospitalization diagnosis written by Leng Siche in advance, the instructor didn't feel sorry for her anymore.
The wound recovered quickly and well, because of the frequent ambulation, the adhesion did not appear.
Because she was training in a military region, although she couldn't sit and lie down like other classmates and had to sit and lie down according to the instructor's command, she was soon disused to being looked down upon by her classmates from the film and television department and the photography department who were in the same military training.
When everyone was basking in the scorching sun, an extremely beautiful girl sat in the shade and blew the wind, no matter how you look at it, it makes people jealous.
Of course, among them, the students of the film and television department are particularly crazy and jealous.
Almost everyone thought that the tall and beautiful girl with fair skin must have confused the instructor, so she would stand up and walk two steps so leisurely, and sometimes sit down to blow the cool breeze.
The instructor is not allowed to talk nonsense, so during the military training in the military region, everyone is still restrained, but when the eyes look at her, they are full of jealousy.
After the military training was over, after returning to school, the night was almost annihilated by the gossip of the entire one-year group of the Imperial Academy of Arts.
When Tang Xuan came over, she was sorting out the newly sent textbooks.
"What's the matter, you've offended all mankind? Why are people in our department talking about you and despising you? Tang Xuan helped her put away the textbooks, locked them in the cabinet, and then dragged her to the rest center on the basement floor, found a corner to sit down, and asked in a low voice.
At night, he wore black wide-legged denim overalls, a white T-shirt, long black curly hair and a high ponytail, and a low-key black baseball cap.
After she unscrewed the mineral water bottle, she took a sip, lowered her eyebrows and smiled, "I despise it, I don't have military training." ”
"Don't you know, the first-year flowers of the film and television department are all fried." Tang Xuan sighed twice, glanced back, and asked, "Let's go out to eat together at noon, do you have classes in the afternoon?" ”
"No," he tightened the mineral water bottle at night, raised his eyebrows, and said, "The first-year flower of the film and television department, what does it have to do with me, what kind of hair does she fry, how much hair does she have?" ”
"You just pretend!" Tang Xuan pursed her lips, "You don't know how demonic you look, do you?" She was originally a first-year flower in the film and television department, and her military training turned into a black briquette, if you look at you again, she is as white as Snow White, isn't she a joke? ”
Tang Xuan glanced down at her arm, handed it over, and poked it in front of her, "Look, the sunscreen spray is not less sprayed, it's not black and ugly!" ”