Ginger tea and tea are particularly difficult today.

She couldn't wait to know the meaning of Bian Jichen's circle of friends.

She didn't know how many times she had opened his QQ chat box today.

Every impulse was suppressed by her.

When she came back from her part-time job in the evening, before going to bed, she was still thinking about that circle of friends.

For this question, she was tortured to the point that her eyes were glazed, and she stared at the ceiling empty, as if she had been drained, and muttered unconsciously: "You are not her, you are not her, who are you and who is she......"

She had insomnia, but she finally got through the day.

Wait until after twelve o'clock in the evening of the seventh day.

Day 8.

At 12:01 a.m.

She replied with a message in seconds.

[You lose.] ］

[That copywriter you are not her, who is "you", and who is "she".] ］

The other party acted like he was dead, and he didn't reply to her at all.

Jiang Chacha glanced at his QQ online sign.

[You're online, don't play dead.] ］

The other side was quiet.

[If you don't reply, forget it.] Anyway, you lose, Miss Ben wins, remember to be willing to gamble and lose. ］

[At that time, Miss Ben will ask you for help with something.] ］

A few minutes later, Jiang Chacha, who closed her eyes and was about to sleep not long ago, heard the phone ringing next to her pillow, and knew that it was him who replied, so she quickly clicked on it to take a look.

Here's what he replied to.

［。。 ］

Ginger Tea Tea: ......

She also replied to him.

［６。 ］

Knowing that he would keep his promise, Jiang Chacha turned off his mobile phone, covered his small quilt with satisfaction, closed his eyes and went to sleep.

Bian Jichen's side has been solved by her.

The rest are Wen Huaizhi and Cheng Ma.

Jiang Cha Cha thought for a moment.

Wen Huaizhi is too dangerous and cunning, so let's start with Cheng Ma's side first.

On this day, she came to the squatting point of the first (7th) class of high school, and squatted on Cheng Ma.

But she had been squatting for a day, and she hadn't even squatted until he stepped out of the classroom, which made her anxious.

No, in the first class after school at noon, after half a class, she pretended to have a stomachache and asked the teacher for leave.

In fact, she doesn't have to pretend to be sick at all, the teachers are afraid of these rich and powerful students, and they don't dare to care about them at all. But Jiang Chacha felt that he had been a good student who had abided by classroom discipline for so many years, but he couldn't do such a thing.

She continued to go to Class 7 to squat.

As soon as the bell rang for the end of class at noon, she soon saw the students of Class 7 coming out in large groups to go to the cafeteria to eat.

Jiang Chacha pulled the mask on her face, and then slowly lowered the cap on her head.

Two minutes later, the weak figure appeared on time.

When he walked a few steps, he coughed a few times, and from time to time several female classmates came to his side, intending to help him and take him to the cafeteria to eat.

He rejected them with a pure smile.

Seeing him slowly going downstairs, Jiang Chacha followed him secretly.

Walking out of the teaching building, the tall trees on the road covered the ground with a lot of shade, people walking on it, can relieve the heat brought by the high temperature, and even the wind blowing on the body brings a little coolness.

Cheng Maki took a few steps, then stopped, lowered his head and covered his lips and coughed weakly.

Then he glanced back.

Sure enough, the figure of the woman who had been following him immediately stopped.

Seeing that he was not leaving, Jiang Chacha also slowed down, and silently lowered the cap on his head.

There were no bodyguards following him today.

Not long after he walked out of the classroom, he knew that Jiang Chacha, the vice president, was following him.

His delicate brow furrowed in disgust.

I really hate her, and I'm in no mood all day.

What exactly did she want to do?

Cheng Maki thought for a long time, and then continued to take long legs.

Seeing that the figure in front of him continued to move, Jiang Chacha hurriedly followed.

And for the next half a day, she knew what Cheng Maki was doing at school except for classes.

I saw him standing by the lake, facing a willow tree on the shore, and looked at it for half an hour.

The sun was the hottest at twelve o'clock in the afternoon, and before she had eaten, she was so hungry that her chest was pressed against her back.

After looking at the willow tree, he continued walking.

Don't go to the cafeteria.

Instead, he helped a classmate on the road and helped him distribute flyers so that he could finish his work and go to lunch.

The weak figure before the meeting seemed not to be hungry, and even stood mentally in the sun for more than half an hour, still smiling, noble in appearance, and unhurried.

After being exposed to the scorching sun for half an hour, Jiang Chacha suddenly felt a little black in front of him, and he could see two ghosts even when he looked at the scenery on the road.

, she's going to starve.

Help, she's going to get heat stroke......

While he still had some physical strength, Jiang Chacha hurriedly ran back to the cafeteria in ten minutes, and ate several large mouthfuls of rice in one go, because he ate too fiercely and didn't drink the soup, he almost choked himself to death.

The eyes of the classmates next door seemed to be looking at a starving ghost who had just been reincarnated.

It took a long time after eating before ginger tea eased up.

She clenched her little fists, no, she couldn't just give up!

When school ended in the afternoon, Jiang Chacha quickly packed her schoolbag and went to squat at the door of Class 7.

Soon, the familiar figure walked out of the classroom door on time.

Ginger Cha Cha hurriedly followed.

Cheng Maki was the same as during the day, running around, doing things she really couldn't understand, making her walk so much that her legs were about to break.

Well, she endures......

Wait to walk out of the school gate of the Holy Sakura Noble Academy.

She saw Cheng Mao at the traffic light again, helping her grandmother cross the road.

Jiang Cha Cha was dumbfounded in an instant.

Where did he get so much energy in a day to do so much??

After Cheng Maki helped the grandmother cross the street, Jiang Chacha immediately sneakily followed.

Came to the opposite road, and after following a few steps, I saw the young man in front of me, who looked out, turned his head flutteringly, coughed, and said, "Vice President, can you stop following me?" ”

Jiang Chacha was so weak that his eyes were confused, and he didn't expect to be discovered.

Cheng Maki smiled slightly, looking ignorant of the world, "Is there anything wrong with the vice president?" ”

I didn't expect him to take the initiative to mention it, Jiang Chacha's eyes lit up, and he just wanted to say his request.

But as soon as she opened her mouth, before she had a chance to speak, she saw the thin young man in front of her began to cough violently like a storm, he covered his heart, his spine hit the wall on the side of the road, coughing his eyes slightly red, and when he looked at people with wet eyes, it was called a pitiful one.

His bodyguards arrived immediately.

At the school gate, of course, there are many students of Sakura on the roadside, and there are many fans of him.

Soon they came up to him with concern and surrounded him, and looked at her fiercely.

"It's you, why are you again, Jiang Cha Cha!"

"Do you think Cheng Xiaocao is a good bully!"

"Don't think that if you have so many fans, you can do whatever you want, if you dare to get close to Cheng Ma, I will take a picture and hang you on the campus wall......"

……

I don't know what happened, Jiang Chacha, who had a question mark on her face, was squeezed out by the crowd like this.

She watched Cheng get into his private car.

There was no way, she had to give up the goal of losing Cheng Maki today.

She looked down and looked at the time on her phone.

It's so early, Wen Huaizhi, the perfect workaholic, must still be in the student union.

Twenty minutes later.

Wen Huaizhi, who had been typing on the keyboard, couldn't help but stop his hands at the end, he exchanged his legs, gently lifted his gold-wire glasses with his fingers, and then cast a gentle and hypocritical gaze on the woman opposite.

She'd been staring at him for five minutes now.

With a smile on his lips, he asked quietly, "Vice President, have you encountered any problems?" ”