Fu Niu practiced martial arts hard and studied hard, but she hasn't changed her silly image.

Her thoughts on this are that she did too many stupid things when she was a child.

The people around her are very familiar with the things she did when she was a child, such as being picked up by dogs, pecked by chickens, and falling into a mud pit.

Song and Rui, who were so busy that they couldn't see anyone, could say two things about Fu Niu.

So Fu Niu made up her mind to change her image. Otherwise, what will I do when I go to college in the future!

"Ahh I'm going to change! ”

The flesh on Du Zijing's body trembled as Fu Niu stepped on a brick with her face. Not surprisingly, he has already begun to think about whether he has offended Fu Niu recently.

Du Zijing has been practicing martial arts hard since he was determined to become a policeman in the first year of junior high school, and after years of hard work, he finally became a fat man with strong fists and feet. Occasionally, I can't beat my little sister.

For example, he can't step on the bricks with one foot for the time being.

Fu Niu's gaze moved, Du Zijing raised her head instantly, and began to applaud as soon as her hands were closed.

"Amazing, it's still a junior sister!"

Fu Niu's face was not red, her heart was not beating, and she jumped down from the pile of moving bricks.

"Jingjing, what do you think of me?"

"Awesome!" Du Zijing's standard fake smile did not forget to look at the miserable red bricks. I don't know if he can train like this, whether he can be specially recruited into the police station to realize his dream in advance.

"Am I stupid then?" Fu Niu is asking sincerely.

Similarly, Du Zijing also replied sincerely, "I think I'm a little stupider than you." ”

Fu Niu came back to her senses, why should she be stupid with Jingjing! Anyone with a discerning eye can see that it is silly to be quiet.

Silly persistence.

"It's okay, we all like your stupidity." A kind of stupidity that has no bad intentions, is stupid to people, and is good.

Du Zijing scratched his head, it may be that he is fatter and loves to laugh, and he always looks reliable, he came to Fu Niu's side regardless of his sweat, and then was pushed away by Fu Niu in disgust.

"The two of us need to be separated by at least half a meter."

Du Zijing sat half a meter away from Fu Niu, he supported his chin with one hand, "What's wrong with you?" ”

Fu Niu was unhappy, and her little face twisted, "My mother said I was stupid." ”

"You're doing a good job!"

Fu Niu gave him a blank look, "My mother is not talking about IQ!" It's the eye of the heart! ”

Du Zijing understood, "Lack of heart!" ”

Fu Niu: "!! ”

"Du Zijing! Today you are the one who moves bricks quickly, I have to cut you! ”

"Oops! No cannibalism! Little nephew, help! ”

Zhou Feng, who has not successfully stolen the division for many years and continues to stay: He is numb. Let them kill each other, and without him they will inherit the mantle.

Du Zijing was honest after being pressed to hit the head and blast the hammer. Fu Niu gasped and hooked his shoulder directly, and asked him mysteriously, "Do you say that you can save it without a heart?" ”

Du Zijing asked in a low voice: "You just don't have the heart and eyes and still beat me?" Am I wrong? ”

Fu Niu let go of her hand, tidied up her clothes, and was still strong, "I'm not lacking in heart!" ”

Du Zijing: "......" has no power to refute!

"Tell me quickly, is it possible to save the lack of heart?" Fu Niu kept urging Du Zijing, as if she could get the answer from him.

Du Zijing pinched the fat on his waist, his expression was vicissitudes, and he looked into the distance as if everything was out of his eyes. When Fu Niu was about to run out, he leaned forward and put his big face in front of Fu Niu, "Do I think I can still be saved?" ”

Fu Niu stretched out her hand to block the two directly, and after all, it was an itchy hand that pressed his big face plate.

Why did you forget that this person is the biggest lack of heart!

"It's hopeless!"

"Terminally ill!"

"Who is terminally ill?" Qiao Yue's loud voice sounded from behind, and she was seen flying like a flower butterfly like two people, followed by Song Qizhao, the little brother of the bag, "Who is terminally ill?" Is that little nephew of yours? Isn't he quite strong? ”

Zhou Feng: Bad luck!

Song Qizhao threw Qiao Yue's bag on her, rolled his eyes and sat down next to Fu Niu.

Qiao Yue was not annoyed when she was smashed by the bag, and sat next to Du Zijing.

Du Zijing's face was slightly red, "You are wearing a skirt today." ”

The beautiful pleated skirt spread out like a flower, covering Qiao Yue's straight calves, but she was not very elegant when she sat anywhere.

Qiao Yue had completely given up on herself, "Don't talk quietly, let me be quiet." You don't know, I stole my mother's high heels today, and my feet hurt to death! ”

Two or three centimeters of small heels, but for Qiao Yue, it hurts as much as walking a knife mountain. Fortunately, she met Song Qizhao on the road and could help her with her backpack, otherwise she would have collapsed halfway before she could move forward with the weight.

"Is Yue Yue okay? Or a change of shoes? Fu Niu was distracted, looking at the high heels on Qiao Yue's face with some envy.

She didn't wear it, she wanted to.

Qiao Yue shook her legs, and then she couldn't help but step on the high heels directly. Comfort is the most important thing now, and her mother is going to beat her after she goes home.

Although Qiao Yue has always been determined to be a lady, she is not a lady at all in front of her acquaintances. If you are too familiar, you don't need to pay attention to the image.

She leaned on Du Zijing's broad shoulder, "I'm fine, just pay attention for a while." By the way, who do you say has a terminal illness? ”

Du Zijing and Fu Niu glanced at each other, and in the spirit of great love of the dead friend and the poor Dao, they reported each other.

"Him!"

"She!"

"Who the hell is it?" Song Qizhao frowned.

Fu Niu let go first, "I have a terminal illness with Jingjing." ”

Song Qizhao's heart tightened, and his nerves instantly collapsed, "What's the matter?" Did you go to the hospital? No, go to the hospital again for a check-up. My aunt is a hospital doctor, and I will help you find a reliable doctor. ”

Fu Niu was dragged up by Song Qizhao, and the latter had a bitter face, "Zhaozhao, do you say that you can still be saved if you lack a heart?" ”

"Lack of eyes?"

"Yes, me and Jingjing." Fu Niu pointed at herself and Du Zijing. Du Zijing also looked at Song Qizhao with blinking.

How could Song Qizhao not know that he had been tricked. He directly let go and let Fu Niu sit back, but instead of helping Fu Niu, he stood indifferently with his hands on his chest.

directly sentenced them to death with one mouth, "There is no help." ”

I dared to make any joke, and I was completely hopeless.

Fu Niu hung her head, and Du Zijing's interest was not high.

Qiao Yue saw their wilted appearance and stood up directly to play the round, "All cheer up!" ”

"It's not like you're missing eyes on the first day, we won't dislike you!" Qiao Yue poked Song Qizhao, who was still pretending to be indifferent, "Xiao Song, will you dislike Fu Niu?" ”

Song Qizhao decided not to deal with the madman from the day he met Qiao Yue, but he was still stunned by her words.

Facing two pairs of big eyes, Song Qizhao looked at Fu Niu seriously and replied to her affirmatively, "No." will never dislike Fu Niu...... Lack of heart. ”

Fu Niu was stupid and happy, "Hehe, isn't it just a lack of heart!" I still have people who like it! ”

Song Qizhao turned his face away from her.

It's silly.

Du Zijing: "Woo woo, why doesn't Xiao Song say that he doesn't dislike me!" ”

(End of chapter)