The next day, Zhihua woke up, she sat on the bed in a daze, covered her head, and looked loveless.

"Drink some porridge."

Lin Miaomiao ordered takeout, she put the porridge on the table, and said to Zhihua.

"I'm not hungry."

Zhihua buried his head between his knees, and his voice was a little muffled.

The memory of last night came flooding back, and Zhihua felt a little suffocated.

Oh my God, how could she have had a drink last night?

"What's wrong, do you have a headache?"

Lin Miaomiao was a little puzzled, and a little puzzled.

Zhihua: "No."

"Don't be verbose, drink the porridge, and go back to class, you have one more class this morning, don't be late."

Lin Miaomiao didn't care about thirty-seven twenty-one, she directly dragged Zhihua up.

It's half past eight in the morning, and there is a class at ten o'clock, and it's a five-minute walk to school from here, and it's also a five-minute walk to the classroom.

Zhihua drank porridge silently, and the whole person was sullen, as if it was a quail.

Zhihua went to school after eating and changing clothes, and Lin Miaomiao followed.

"Not happy, huh?"

Zhihua wrote all her emotions on her face, and Lin Miaomiao thought of something, but she didn't say it.

Well, it's nothing more than what happened after Zhihua got drunk.

Hmm, she didn't say anything, and let Zhihua slowly ponder her humiliating behavior last night.

"Miaomiao, let me tell you something."

When she arrived at the door of the teaching building, Zhihua grabbed Lin Miaomiao's arm, and she suddenly looked at Lin Miaomiao very seriously.

Zhihua's serious expression was quite terrifying, and Lin Miaomiao said that she was frightened.

After all, the usual paintings are not serious, and once the people who are not serious get serious, they are quite scary.

Lin Miaomiao: "Oh, you say."

"I decided, I don't like Song Nanqiao in the future."

Zhihua lowered her head, and then suddenly raised her head, she looked at Lin Miaomiao very seriously.

Lin Miaomiao: "??? ”

What's that?

This girl is empathetic and don't fall in love?

Or do you think liking Song Nanqiao is just a temporary interest?

"Senior Song is very good, why don't you like it?"

Lin Miaomiao raised her eyebrows, and she reached out and pinched Zhihua's face.

No, Song Nanqiao just told her last night that he also likes Zhihua, and then today Zhihua told her that she doesn't like Song Nanqiao?

"If you don't like it, you don't like it."

Zhihua bit his lip tightly.

"You scumbag who plays with feelings."

Lin Miaomiao's teeth itched with hatred, if her eyes could kill, Zhihua would be full of holes now.

She was so angry that she was all angry.

"Miaomiao, I was so embarrassed last night, don't you make fun of me, right?"

"I went to class."

Zhihua glanced at the time, and then hurried upstairs.

She cried and fussed last night, splashed and rolled, and had no image at all, a pure madman.

How could someone like Song Nanqiao like this like her.

Woooooooo

She shouldn't have drunk last night.

After class, as soon as I got out of the classroom, I met Song Nanqiao.

Zhihua's expression froze, then he lowered his head and hurriedly ran out with the book in his arms.

"Draw."

Behind him, there was Song Nanqiao's nice tone.

"Senior Song, I still have something."

Zhihua ran away as he spoke, and Song Nanqiao stood in place blankly.

This week, Zhihua avoided Song Nanqiao, like an ostrich.

In the library, Zhihua was reading a book, but when he saw Song Nanqiao coming, he hurriedly got up and left.

"Don't want to cram math anymore?"

"No, no, I'm done with my homework."

In the cafeteria, Zhihua had just eaten a few bites of food, and when she caught a glimpse of Song Nanqiao coming, she ran away with a plate.

"Not eating?"

"I don't have a good appetite today, I'm full."

In the classroom, when I saw Song Nanqiao coming, I was the first one to rush out of the classroom after class, and I ran fast.

Song Nanqiao was confused.

When they met by chance on the playground, Zhihua just said hello to Song Nanqiao, and then sped up and left.

In the past few days, Zhihua has been like this, Song Nanqiao asked, she is all using "busy" as an excuse.

In the past, the information about Song Nanqiao was a second return, but now it is simply a reincarnation.

Seeing Song Nanqiao, Zhihua thought of the face he threw out, and immediately felt like crying without tears.

Woo woo, she's so hard, so hard, so hard.

"Paint, what's wrong with you?"

Lin Yunsha said she didn't understand.

After coming back that day, Zhihua was like a different person, never mentioning Song Nanqiao, nor dating Song Nanqiao.

The whole person is wilting.

"I'm busy with my homework."

Zhihua plunged headlong into the sea of books.

Lin Yunsha: "??? ”

Li Yuan: "??? ”

Xu Qingqing: "??? ”

They don't believe a word, they don't believe in so much homework where they know where they come from, they don't believe it anyway.

Knowing the painting, they didn't bother to ask.

Because they know that they will definitely say it when they want to say it, and when they don't want to say it, they won't say it when they ask.

"Zhihua, Senior Song is waiting below, you give me a slip."

Lin Miaomiao walked into Zhihua's dormitory and pulled Zhihua up from the bed.

"I'm busy."

Zhihua bit his lip slightly, then shook his head.

"You're busy with a hammer, hurry down."

Lin Miaomiao continued to pull Zhihua, and she frowned slightly.

"I don't."

Zhihua hugged the bed pole and didn't let go, looking at Lin Miaomiao pitifully.

Lin Miaomiao's heart is clear, but she just doesn't say it, hehehehe.

She wanted to watch a play.

"Let go."

Lin Miaomiao went to pull Zhihua's hand.

Knowing that the painting is so stubborn, he just refuses to let go.

Zhihua's strength is greater than Lin Miaomiao's, and Lin Miaomiao can't pull it away.

"I don't."

Zhihua now thinks that he can grow on it and merge with this pole.

Woo woo, she doesn't want to go down, she's afraid of embarrassment, she also wants a face, hey.

It's really embarrassing, woo woo.

"Let's go down and make it clear, OK?"

Lin Miaomiao's tone softened, and she blinked lightly at Zhihua.

If it's hard, it's soft.

There is always something that can make Zhihua convinced.

"I don't want it."

Zhihua glanced to the side proudly.

"Then after you make it clear, maybe you won't have to see him."

"Think about it, you've been like this, Senior Song must think that he did something wrong."

"Who said they had to be together, they could be friends."

Lin Miaomiao said in a flute voice, persuading Zhihua.

The two of them have been together for so long, and Lin Miaomiao always has a way to loosen the painting.

Zhihua was really a little moved.

But I still hold on.

"Hurry up, I'll come with you, huh?"

Lin Miaomiao coaxed Zhihua in a low voice.

"Okay."

After a long time, Zhihua nodded slightly, indicating that he understood.

Well, let's go down.

Seeing that it succeeded, Lin Miaomiao laughed.