After being beaten by Lin Zhan for a moment, Ruan Qiao's forehead hurt all night, it was hot and red and swollen.

In addition, Chen Yangyang and the others didn't go home at night, and it rained heavily at night, and Ruan Qiao didn't sleep much.

The next morning, the sudden rain stopped.

Ruan Qiao got up early.

But today is Thursday and there are no classes in the morning.

After the rain, the sky is as clear as light.

Ruan Qiao brushed her teeth while pushing open the window to feel the fresh air soaked in the fragrance of the soil.

The tiny wind gently blew across the ears, making itchy.

The weather is so good, it is suitable for live broadcasts and video recordings.

Ruan Qiao was drinking milk while watching Weibo. After the last time the collage video of the hand-document was posted, she was still teasing the live broadcast accident during the summer. This seemed to have become a joke, and fans were asked to be taken out and teased from time to time.

Ruan Qiao was a little depressed.

A fart during the live broadcast almost destroyed her image as a little fairy as a quiet little time.

There are many other unread messages. Some people asked her to live broadcast and some asked her to make a profit.

I can't do it for the time being because she hasn't bought new tape recently.

As the small circle of hand-doors gradually becomes popular, new tape brands emerge one after another.

At the same time, creativity is gradually exhausted, and the launch of new products is nothing more than the word "follow the trend". An element has become popular, and major brands seem to be about to be released one after another.

There are more and more tapes available for selection, but the desire to buy is declining.

This is the fourth year that Ruan Qiao has written a book. As a well-known book book blogger, I feel a little complicated when I witnessed this circle from being relatively simple at the beginning to being in trouble now.

Many of the friends I met at the beginning had already left the circle, and her stay was just because of habit.

Live broadcast is not enough to unbox, but it is okay to have fun with your hand accounts.

As a four-year-old student, she has written three daily daily books for the whole year, two weekly plans, travel notes and film reviews are still in use.

There is still a lot of content that can be translated.

She also has many books on her hand. In addition to these must-have records, she also has some collections of superb versions.

Since he was going to record the video, Ruan Qiao simply dug it out.

Pan American Blue Airlines TN, Hobo's Aegean Sea, lucky, Ryoji Arai, White Ten Cloth, White Hair, Peacock Zipper Bag...

Ruan Qiao looked at the table with her hands and books, and always felt that there was something missing.

Um……?

Where is her little yellow flower?

After searching through the boxes and cabinets, Ruan Qiao was on the verge of collapse and her little yellow flower disappeared!

Xiaohuanghua is a hand tent skin produced by Japanese hand tent brand Hobo. It is now out of print and the market price is quite high.

This is not the point.

The point is the content...

Ruan Qiao is really going to collapse.

When he was in high school, Ruan Qiao registered an author on a small yellow article website in Taiwan, and occasionally wrote small yellow articles to relieve stress.

At that time, I bought the skin of Xiaohuanghua to write novels.

She thinks the color and content are particularly good.

Ruan Qiao is a serious and good student. He is so perverted to writing a little Huang article to relieve stress. Of course, he will not let others know about it, and even Su He doesn’t know about it!

Ruan Qiao was in a mess in her dormitory and kept thinking about the places where the little yellow flowers might have appeared, but there were too many of them, and they knew where they had been lost.

Ruan Qiao looked up at the ceiling, feeling desperate.

It's over, it's over if you're seen!

All morning, Ruan Qiao was in a state of uneasy and couldn't eat.

There are also some terrible group psychology classes in the afternoon.

Fortunately, today I talked about theoretical knowledge, and the teacher did not torture them much.

In the first class, Lin Zhan sat next to Ruan Qiao.

Ruan Qiao was in a bad mood and became even more annoyed when she saw him.

During the break, she and Song Wanwan changed positions. Song Wanwan was very happy. Ruan Qiao was creating opportunities for herself and Lin Zhan.

However, Lin Zhan didn't pay much attention to her and turned his pen on his own. When Song Wanwan wanted to talk to him, he frowned: "List the class carefully."

Listen to the class carefully...?

Song Wanwan held his face and glanced at him from time to time, thinking: Could it be that Lin Zhan was caught in an evil way?

***

After the group psychology ended, Ruan Qiao went to the bakery in Yingxue Square to buy a bread, which was considered dinner.

The appreciation of her elective Chinese and foreign documentary will start this week, and the class time is from 5:40 to 7:20 on Thursday.

After class, she had to rush to the board game club to participate in club activities.

The time bite is not bad, and I don’t have time to go to the cafeteria at all.

Just as she arrived at the documentary appreciation classroom, a whimpering sound came from her phone, which was a text message.

A strange number sent.

"Ruan Qiao, I am Yang Zirui, I'm very sorry to bother you."

"I contact you because I have a heartless request. I hope you can chat with Jiashu calmly. He is in a bad mood recently."

"I met him after coming to the United States. He once talked to me about his girlfriend, you. He once liked you very much, but there was some distance... I don't think I need to explain it too clearly, and you can understand it. He has always wanted to find a gentler way to show off with you, but unexpectedly, you discovered it first."

"I'm very sorry for interfering with your relationship with Kasu. In fact, it's really hard to tell the right or wrong in the relationship, but Kasu is very guilty now. If possible, I sincerely hope you can talk and untie each other's knots."

After reading the series of text messages, Ruan Qiao realized after a while that Yang Zirui was the little lamb girl.

After entering the classroom, she found a seat in the back row and sat down, and read the text message again.

I was a little confused and a little angry for a moment.

It's really... there are so many complaints that I don't know where to start scolding.

What time is it in the United States now? She sent a message at this time to tell herself that she has sex?

…%￥#@*￥##!@!!

Oh, day!

"Hey, Sister Persimmon, what are you looking at? Look at Xiao Huangwen."

Ruan Qiao's heart almost stopped, and she turned her head.

Lin Zhan supported his head with one hand and knocked on the table with the other. He was looking at her in the back seat, and from time to time he looked at her cell phone.

Ruan Qiao immediately locked the screen.

Lin Zhan sneered, got up, sat on the table, and flipped to the front seat next to her in a few seconds.

Ruan Qiao moved aside consciously, and Lin Zhan was shameless and followed her.

Ruan Qiao was about to get angry.

Why is this person so lingering? Can he understand the appreciation of Chinese and foreign documentaries?

This lesson is a big class, with about 200 people, and the course content is simple, just watching movies.

The bell rang in class, the teacher turned off the lights, put a documentary of the Anti-Japanese period for them, and then he leisurely returned to the office with a teacup.

There are almost no documentary watching seriously, and everyone does their own things.

Lin Zhan seemed very idle and kept talking to Ruan Qiao.

Ruan Qiao ignored him, stared at the big screen, pursed her lips, intending to completely ignore Lin Zhan.

There is only light projected on the screen in the classroom, which is a bit dark.

After Lin Zhan teased her for a while, he suddenly became quiet.

Ruan Qiao was muttering in her heart. Lin Zhan suddenly said in a broadcasting voice, but the sound was not loud, but Ruan Qiao could hear it.

"Ah, no! Huang Anan blushed, her tulle body was half exposed, and her breasts were soft..."

etc.

When she heard the name Huang Anan, Ruan Qiao felt an inexplicable sense of familiarity. After hearing this sentence, she finally realized it-

Her scalp was numb and she turned her head to look at Lin Zhan in disbelief.

Lin Zhan raised his eyebrows and was shaking the bright yellow manual book on his hand.
To be continued...