"I'm tired."

"It's rotten."

"The roll doesn't move."

Lin Nianhe was lying on the desk in the classroom, his chin against the mimeographed handout, his small mouth opening and closing, chattering.

Zhao Haimei was copying the manuscript, and when she heard this, she raised her head, with a little surprise in her eyes: "Really? Are you serious?"

Lin Nianhe lowered his eyes, and his long eyelashes trembled slightly: "Well, don't roll up, go out to communicate for two months, and come back for the final exam, who can pass the exam."

Zhao Haimei looked at her as if she was down, and handed her the kettle: "I will write the notes very well, and I will study again when you come back."

"Sister, it's not a matter of notes."

"What's the problem?"

"It's a question of how I let them stay for a reasonable extra month, and I just skip the final exam."

Zhao Haimei: "......"

Lin Nianhe's words, she didn't even believe a pause now.

A few days ago, she said that she would sleep in the dark for three days, but at six o'clock the next day, she got up and went to squat outside the teaching building to ask questions;

She said that it was too far to go to the Department of National Politics and too tired to skip classes, so she never wanted to go again, but she rushed faster than anyone else when she changed classrooms after class;

She said that she didn't want to write too much homework today, but she wrote it all in half an hour, and asked her why she hadn't finished a few oral arithmetic questions with a surprised face...... Oral arithmetic? She counted three pieces of scratch paper!

This person, she is here to add to her ordinary college life.

Zhao Haimei suddenly felt that she was borrowing her notes just now, and she was looking for fun.

She bared her teeth at Lin Nianhe, and after briefly scolding her, she continued to copy the manuscript.

Lin Nianhe was stunned by her inexplicable movements, sat up straight and asked, "What's wrong?" Toothache? Shall I accompany you to the dentist?"

Zhao Haimei: "......"

She wanted to slap her.

In fact, she really put down her pen and turned around.

But the slap didn't come up—

"Hahahahaha!"

Zhao Haimei looked at Lin Nianhe and laughed so much that tears fell.

Lin Nianhe's mind was full of question marks, and she didn't understand what she was laughing at.

Before she could ask, Teacher Nie came in with a handout.

Lin Nianhe turned around decisively, sat up straight, and showed that he had nothing to do with this crazy woman who couldn't stop laughing.

Zhao Haimei laughed so happily that she couldn't control it when she saw the teacher come in. She had to hold her mouth down and switch from ringing mode to vibrating mode.

The table shook with her.

The two of them sat in the first row, and Teacher Nie couldn't see it if he wanted to.

This look......

Teacher Nie also smiled.

Lin Nianhe: "......?"

These people are not authentic, and they don't even take her for fun by eating melons.

Generally speaking, when someone is making a big noise and you don't know what they're laughing at...... They're probably just laughing at themselves.

Lin Nianhe has eaten melons for many years, so of course he knows this truth.

She subconsciously touched her face, but she didn't touch the rice.

Mr. Nie is a teacher, and he is still more able to control his emotions.

He touched his chin quietly, and said meaningfully, "Our handouts are a little urgent, and the ink may not have dried thoroughly, so students should be careful when using them, so as not to get on the clothes and not wash them off."

Lin Nianhe: "......!"

She immediately took a mirror out of her satchel and looked down.

Okay, the formula for the bar.

She quickly rubbed her fingers twice on the handwriting.

The words didn't fall off, but the fingers were black.

<divcss=&ot;ntentadv&ot;> she silently raised her hand, "Teacher Nie, I feel like I suddenly want to go to the toilet."

Teacher Nie pursed her lips and smiled, "Go ahead."

It definitely won't work if you don't let her deal with it...... Not to mention Zhao Haimei, he couldn't help but want to laugh when he saw it.

Fortunately, Lin Nianhe sat in the first row, and although the male classmates in the back row were curious, they couldn't see her embarrassment, otherwise the whole class would laugh together, and the glass would have been shattered.

Lin Nianhe covered his chin and trotted out, he had already rang the class bell at this time, but he didn't meet anyone.

The ink was not easy to wash, so she washed it several times with facial cleanser, and her chin was red before she flushed the formula down the drain.

"It seems...... Recently, the luck gauge has been empty, so keep a low profile."

Lin Nianhe looked at the red chin in the mirror and muttered to himself.

The metaphysical thing of luck is completely unreasonable, and the more you feel bad luck, the worse it will be for you.

Since he was printed, Lin Nianhe walked and choked on water, and choked on eating...... I even had a nightmare at night.

The next day, she shrank in the quilt, and no matter how Zhao Haimei dragged her, she just refused to get up:

"No, I'm going to take a leave of absence today, so I'm not going to class."

Zhao Haimei wiped her head and affirmed, "You don't seem to be sick."

Lin Nianhe grabbed her little quilt stubbornly: "My luck is sick, I have a hunch that if I go out today, something more terrible than being sick will definitely happen."

Zhao Haimei: "......"

"Then you ......."

"208 Lin Nianhe, I have your phone!"

There was a shout from the dormitory aunt in the hallway.

Zhao Haimei spread her hands and asked with a smile, "Are you sure you don't want to go out?"

Lin Nianhe was at war with heaven and man in his heart.

It's generally no trivial matter to find her call, and it's unrealistic to let someone else answer it on your behalf.

She rubbed for ten seconds, then sat up as if she were dead.

"Hello, I'm Lin Nianhe."

Holding the phone, Lin Nianhe watched and listened to all directions, and even looked up at the ceiling, for fear that it would suddenly fall down and shoot her to death.

"Nian He, it's me." On the other end of the phone, Aunt Wen's recognizable gentle tone came from the other end.

Aunt Wen spoke a little faster than usual, and seemed to be a little excited: "Nian He, the total number of tickets bought in the first week of the release of "Forest Farm" has been counted!"

Lin Nianhe's heart chuckled.

Must she talk about such a serious topic when her luck is in trouble?

She didn't really want to know today.

"Nian He, it's only been a week, and 1.18 million movie tickets have been sold!" Aunt Wen's tone was light and pleasant, and she was obviously in a good mood.

Lin Nianhe was stunned for a moment, a little unable to believe her ears, suspecting that she had heard one more word: "Aunt Wen, you mean that you sold a movie ticket for 118 yuan?"

"What, it's 1.18 million, block!"

「……！」

Luck is probably a wavy line extension, the so-called thing must be reversed, the so-called bottoming out......

After Lin Nianhe was unlucky for a day, he suddenly got a good news in the early morning when he wanted to mess up.

Almost instantly, she figured out how much small money she could get—eighty-eight thousand five hundred.

Now is the time when she is the poorest and the most money-burning, and the 80,000 yuan is undoubtedly timely rain.

"Aunt Wen, do you want to consider scheduling more scenes?" Lin Nianhe's eyes lit up amazingly, and he suggested with great interest, "Or extend the screening time?"

"I'm going to have a meeting with you to discuss this," Aunt Wen said with a smile, "I'm just going to tell you about it first, so that you and Xiaosi can rest assured."

"Thank you, Aunt Wen!" Lin Nianhe patted his heart, "Your call is so timely, I'm really worried to death."

Although she was worried about the problem of the luck slot.

But Aunt Wen's phone also told her that people won't be unlucky all the time.

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