Cuihua slowly slid down the table leg, looked left and right, and seeing that the white-robed ghost hadn't noticed her, she quickly ran after Wuyue with her short legs.
【I've prepared seven colored burlap sacks, Little Cuihua, which one do you like?】
[Go, you cowardly witch!]
Yan Mei narrowed her big eyes, realizing that things were not so simple.
[Teacher Mou in my spirit: Today's sky is so beautiful, the wind is so noisy~]
Away from Class 18's classroom, Wu Yue leaned against the corner of the wall and took a deep breath.
Based on her years of experience, those two people just now were probably the Black and White Impermanence, weren't they?
Mu Junyan is indeed no ordinary person.
So when Yan Chiyu imposed the time restriction that day, didn't Mu Junyan also know that? Therefore, the gaze he sensed was not an illusion.
A sense of unease welled up in Wu Yue's heart. She exhaled a long breath, her snow-white eyes narrowing slightly.
Who the hell would do this to an old woman like her, throwing her into this kind of world?
Don't you even know how to respect the elderly and care for the young...TT
Wu Yue was lost in thought when Cuihua came over, grabbed her school uniform trouser leg, and the eyes on the paper gleamed with a dark, shiny light.
Cuihua opened her mouth, and Wuyue didn't know what she was saying, but she understood that Cuihua was comforting her.
She knelt down and held out her hand for Cuihua to crawl into her palm. Her eyes curved into a gentle smile: "Cuihua, thank you."
One person and one piece of paper squatted in the corner for a while, waiting for Tie Zhu to come out looking for someone. Only then did Wu Songsong prop up his numb legs and stand up.
She returned home just after the first period.
After struggling for a long time, the girl said, "Yunwei, there's something I want to discuss with you."
Seeing Wu Yue's hesitation, Zhou Yunwei tapped her desk twice and said with a smile, "What is it? Tell me."
"I want to be Yan Chiyu's deskmate."
The boy across the aisle paused in his book-flipping motion because of Wu Yue's words, and a faint smile unconsciously appeared on his lips.
[Make way! I've brought the Civil Affairs Bureau with me!!!]
My smile wants to be shoulder to shoulder with the sun.
[Yan Mei's lips are curving upwards like crazy, so relatable!]
The screen reeks of the sweet and sour smell of romance.
Mom, I want to be transported to that table.
Zhou Yunwei glanced at Yan Chiyu subconsciously, then leaned closer to Wu Yue and asked in a low, tactful voice, "You two wouldn't have... actually done that, would you?"
"It's not what you think." Wu Yue had a headache, but there were some things she couldn't say.
She carefully considered her words, "There are some things I'd like to ask him, and we were classmates back in Songcheng."
Yan Chiyu took a deep breath, withdrawing his gaze from the girl, the smile on his lips deepening.
On the table were several blank sheets of yellow paper. The first sheet had an incomprehensible talisman drawn on it, with obvious dark and messy ink marks at the end.
The boy lowered his eyes, crumpled the yellow paper into a ball, and threw it into the drawer. Tie Zhu rushed to Wu Yue's drawer with the yellow paper in his arms to meet Cui Hua. He first took a bite and told Cui Hua that it was edible, then placed the yellow paper ball next to Cui Hua's legs for her to eat.
Zhou Yunwei didn't think much of it, looking completely at ease. "I understand, I understand, we can exchange it. But you have to ask Song Wenzhi if he's willing."
The two tables weren't far apart, so Song Wenzhi naturally heard it too. He immediately put on a smile and said, "Sure, sure. Come on, Brother Yan, let me help you move the table."
Thank goodness, the big shot has finally moved away from him. He's been suffocating under his shadow these past few days.
So, both are high school sophomores, taking the same test, and are the same person, why does this guy who often daydreams get full marks, while he gets single digits?
He felt that Yan Chiyu must have stolen all his good luck by being around him. He'd been paying close attention in class lately, and even started copying homework at home. Before, he wouldn't have even picked up a pen!
Feeling comforted, Song Wenzhi sprang into action, even helping Zhou Yunwei move her desk.
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