Until the evening, Yan Zhou waited left and right without waiting for Song Mingcheng to come, hurriedly put on a dress, and came out of the 504 dormitory in the slightly wet and cold darkness and went to the playground.

The moonlight is too cold, and in mid-May, the "rustling" sound of the grove in the breeze is like the waves kissing the sandy shore, intimate and lovely.

Yan Zhou's footsteps seemed out of place in this comfort. He walked in a hurry, as if he was going to a doomed end.

The playground was empty.

Maybe there is, but that's not Song Mingcheng.

Yan Zhou didn't take a closer look, and rushed to the next place where the other party might appear.

He didn't find anyone to help him, nor did he shout at Song Mingcheng

"I want to play a school bully every day" 81.Don't want to win me I'm playing in my hand, please wait a while,

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