On the way home, Xiao Yao felt in a good mood.

This passage came to his mind:

You turned on Shen Jie's prestige.

Your reputation in Shen Jie has increased by 3,000 points.

Your reputation among Shen Jie has reached friendliness.

Don't get me wrong, it's not like he's awakened to any system, it's just that he's played too much.

Having said that, in fact, being able to talk to Shen Jie today was not originally in the plan.

He recognized Shen Jie at a glance. For one thing, she looks too much like Shen Tianyun - uh, there seems to be something wrong with saying this; Second, before coming, he had already searched for the keyword "City Seven Girls + Shen Jie" in the Canhua Internet Cafe.

Undoubtedly, Shen Jie is a little celebrity in the school. Not only can you find her photos on the Internet, but also videos of her hosting the school's literary and art report performance, videos of karate splitting boards, and so on. In "City Seven Girls' Middle School", on the first page, three boys from other schools posted to inquire about her.

Regarding the post bar, she is similar to Yu Luying.

Speaking of which, I wanted to take a look from afar and leave, but I still couldn't help but talk to her.

Forget about talking, the key is that she was fished in the bubble tea shop, and inexplicably admitted that she wanted to chase her, and finally was forced to tell the things in the mirror.

This woman is not only a problem of too strong aura...... She is the kind of person who is "powerful" in all directions.

IF XIAO XIONG KNEW ABOUT THIS, XIAO YAO COULD ALREADY IMAGINE WHAT HE SAID: "GIVE UP, YOU CAN'T HOLD THIS WOMAN." ”

Shut up, Stinky Bear. Xiao Yao shook his fist towards the void.

It took him a lot of time to get home from the city's seven girls' middle school.

First take a bus to the shore of the Yellow River, then spend five cents to take a ferry, and then take the bus when you arrive in Jiangxi, which is really a toss.

Perhaps, next time, you can try the subway.

He opened his right hand, and the color of the QQ number in the palm of his hand was very light, but Xiao Yao had already remembered it.

After all, this was the first time he had touched the hand of a girl of the same age, so the softness of the sudden start made him reminisce.

After getting off the bus, he turned onto a narrow riverside path – on the left was the unpleasant-smelling Suzhou River, on the right was a row of low, dilapidated Shikumen houses, and at his feet was the bluestone road.

Yu Luying lives in this row of houses with lights on, and Xiao Yao always passes by her door when she goes home.

In the first semester of high school, he and Yu Luying often went to and from school together, so everyone thought they were a couple, and it was a matter of course.

Although, they are really, really just friends.

Xiao Yao was just about to go over and knock on the door, but the narrow wooden door creaked open, and then Yu Luying walked out of it.

The child was tall and thin, with straight hair as black as a pencil, a simple headband on his head, and a small melon seed face with marked facial features: deep eye sockets, a high nose, a pointed but not protruding chin, no smile on her beaded lips, and a layer of melancholy shrouded in her pale complexion and lowered eyes.

She wears a pale yellow short-sleeved shirt and a seven-point checked skirt, her white calves are curvaceous, protruding from the hem of the skirt and reaching into the white socks above her ankles, and a pair of candy-colored plastic slippers under her feet.

The girl held a plastic spittoon in her hand and easily dumped the yellow liquid into the gutter in front of the door.

After pouring the spittoon, he closed the lid again, and the two beautiful little feet climbed up and down the steps in front of the door alternately.

As soon as her toes touched the steps, her sleek heels lifted up lightly in the slippers, agile and graceful.

The delicate white socks pulled out the silk lines in the movement, and also drew a beautiful arc in Xiao Yao's heart.

"Yu Luying!" Before she could enter the door, Xiao Yao called out to her from behind.

The girl stopped, turned around, and grabbed her left arm with her right hand: "Why did you skip class in the afternoon?" ”

"How do you know?"

"Teacher Yao has called me," Yu Luying lowered her eyelids: "You thought you were with me?" ”

"Ah......" Xiao Yao's heart sank slightly, hoping that the head teacher didn't call his grandmother.

"She wants me to tell you to come to her office on Monday morning." Yu Luying pursed her lips.

It's nerve-wracking......

Xiao Yao took off his schoolbag and took out the "Poetry Magazine": "Teacher Yu asked me to bring it to you." ”

There was a smile in the girl's eyes, as if she had seen an old friend who had been absent for a long time.

She took the magazine with both hands: "Thank you." ”

"I heard that you are sick," Xiao Yao carried his schoolbag back again: "What's the matter?" ”

Yu Luying bit her lip: "It's okay." ”

"Say." Xiao Yao took half a step forward and said in a tough tone.

Yu Luying hesitated for a moment, and showed Xiao Yao the redness and swelling on her left wrist: "I slept well last night, and I was suddenly woken up by pain, as if I had been beaten with a stick, No, just my wrist."

"This morning, I was having breakfast with my uncle in the hall, and suddenly I was hit by something on both knees and elbows, and they were swollen again." Yu Luying pointed to the position of her knee.

"What did the doctor say? Will you get rheumatism? Xiao Yao asked with concern.

Yu Luying shook her head: "I went to the hospital, but nothing was checked." Also, in the morning, I felt very bloated in my stomach, but I couldn't vomit anything until noon. At noon, my arms and feet were numb for no reason......"

Xiao Yao frowned: "It sounds like it's really evil—why don't you find your priest and uncle to exorcise evil spirits." ”

"Superstition." Yu Luying rolled her eyes slightly.

"Yingying!" A female voice came from upstairs.

"Ah, my mom called me, goodbye." Yu Luying was a little flustered, and flashed into the door with a spittoon in her hand.