"Also, everyone else gives gifts to Mr. Zhang, because everyone's family background is better, and they are more generous, Mr. Zhang hates you. Mom sent few things, so she has been so partial to you......"

"Natsuki, it's not that I don't want to be friends with you, it's just ...... They are all terrible, they say, if I still play with you, I will be bullied and isolated like you, I don't want to be poured cold water on the toilet, I don't want all the books to be torn off, and I don't want to be scolded by the boys for being chickens...... I'm sorry, I'm really sorry...... I know I'm selfish and I don't deserve to be your friend. ”

“……”

Jiang Xiaoxiao cried so hard that she couldn't stop crying.

Xia Xi never thought that she was the mother of a strong woman in her heart, and she was so humble in front of others......

Her fingertips trembled violently, tears poured up uncontrollably, and she pinched hard. legs, walked over quickly, and blocked in front of Xia's mother.

"Did I force Lin Jingxi to die? Did I put the knife around his neck? I have nothing to do with him, why, why do you?! It's me who is wrong, why are you scolding my mother! ”

is a small figure, but I don't know where I got the courage to question, and the picture is even a little funny and absurd.

Mother Xia was surprised, "Xiaoxi? What are you doing here? Go back to class! ”

She shoved Natsuki, not wanting her to get involved in this kind of right and wrong.

Lin Mu sneered, "It's not you who hooked. Lead my son, how could he kill himself? When he swallowed sleeping pills, he had a picture of you under his pillow...... You slut! Don't think I don't know that you hooked him to find you in No. 7 Middle School, it was you who instigated him to work against me, and you made him force him to die, right? ”

She raised the bag in her hand and threw it at Xia Xi, who instinctively dodged, but was still scratched in the face by the hardware accessories on the bag.

"Nozomi!"

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Seventh, the auditorium.

The program is still the same old-fashioned, poetry recitation, folk dance, cross talk...... These old-fashioned programs can no longer attract everyone.

Except for a hip-hop show that also received some applause, everyone applauded perfunctorily in the other shows.

It's time to eat, it's time to drink, and some people even started to hold their mobile phones in groups.

"The following is the guitar playing and singing "You at the Same Table" brought by Gu Yao from Class 7 to everyone, please applaud and welcome."

After the host finished the curtain, the audience burst into laughter.

Gu Yao is a man of the year at school, and everyone knows who he is at the same table.

"Hahaha, is Gu Yao serious?"

Even the fat man squirted out a mouthful of Coke, "Wori, I didn't expect Mr. Yao to love me so deeply!" ”

Xu Chengyu frowned, "Your saliva splashed on my roll." ”

"Ouch, don't write it, we have to support Mr. Yao!"

"Support?"

"Yes, it's the kind of shouting that Mr. Yao, Mr. Yao, I love you, Mr. Yao, Mr. Yao, never give up! Or your entire English version? ”

Xu Chengyu looked indifferent: "I refuse." ”。

"You're ruthless, you're unrighteous, you're boring...... Hey, I don't know where I'm going......"