Soon it was night, and when Tang Yuan came out of the basement, he saw that Bai Twenty's face was not very good.

"What's wrong with you?"

Oh, woman, isn't it quite energetic when you beat me? What's going on now?

"Nothing." It's just that I think of someone who hasn't come home yet.

Bai Twenty sat on a rattan chair and lifted Erlang's legs. Tang Yuan said that her younger sister is also studying at Pingcheng Art Academy, both of them are freshmen, and I don't know if she is in the same class as Yeziyou.

Q letter, group chat [Lingzhai Troublemaking Heavenly Group]:

Society: @也妄@子幽. Come out, come out!

White-Autism-Feather: What's wrong, Boss?

Society, your twenty master: It's a bit of a problem. Are you out of class?

White-self-autism-feather: [Picture]

"......" Bai Twenty saw the picture sent by Bai Yu and couldn't help blurting out "Groove".

Bai Yu sent over a picture of a bowl of chicken soup, the crushed chicken skin floating on the surface of the greasy soup, mainly where did the chicken go?

【Lingzhai Troublemaking Heavenly Group】

Bai-self-autism-feather: See, boss, do you want a bowl?

White-autism-feather: Drink a bowl to keep your body healthy.

White-autism-feather: Drink two bowls of longevity and longevity.

White-self-autism-feather: Drink three bowls and fly in place.

White-self-autism-feather: Please look for the authentic chicken soup for the soul of Pingcheng Institute of Technology. Fuck you, who's going to eat my chicken?

Society, your twenty master: It's boiled.

White-self-autism-feather: GodTM is boiled, and the chicken will still melt?

Gentle Ginger Boss: The focus is on the "soup", not on the chicken.

White — self-closing ing—feather: emmmm.

Society, your twenty master: the chicken ran away from home.

Pingcheng Xiaobawang: After the founding of the People's Republic of China, it is not allowed to become a fine.

Zi Youyou: Your chicken is in my belly.

Gentle Boss Jiang: Drink more soup, and go back on the weekend to cook duck soup for you.

White-self-shutting-feather: see you on the rooftop.

Society, your twenty master: Ziyou Ziyou, are you in school now?

Zi Youyou: Yes, I just ate in the cafeteria and saw the chicken soup with white feathers, and I was going to vomit out my dinner, you bad old man is very bad.

Society, your twenty master: Tang Yuan er and I are going to your school in a while, and we will talk about it when the time comes.

Zi Youyou: Oh.

Bai Twenty turned off his phone and looked at Tang Yuan: "Let's go!" ”

The two of them left Lingzhai, and Bai Jie took a taxi in the direction of Pingcheng Art Academy. Passing by the bustling night of the commercial street, she propped her head and looked at the neon outside the car window, and the person she was thinking about still hadn't returned.