put wildness in his heart

Chapter 119
As soon as Wen Miao walked over, one of the sharp-eyed ones spotted her figure, immediately stopped talking, and at the same time slammed his elbow at his companion, and frantically signaled with his eyes desperately.

Brother, stop talking, stop talking!
Shut up now! ! !
The person who is a professional catcher has come over, if he continues to babble, I'm afraid it will be a dog's life!

It's a pity that my companion was eating melons with great relish, fascinated, and addicted to it, and couldn't get what he meant at all. Instead, he stared at his expression and asked rather puzzled: "What's wrong, brother, your eyelids are cramping. This is?"

Boy: "..."

Brother, thank you for your concern, my eyelids are not cramp.

But your cramp might be coming.

Wen Miao walked over without making a sound, without saying a word, and stood behind the students who hadn't stopped gossiping with their hands behind their backs, listening to the corner of the wall openly.

The boy continued to face the risk of being silenced, winking and oppressing his facial features to make richer expressions, trying to express his meaning more clearly.

During this silent pantomime-like performance, the companion finally realized something was wrong, his expression froze, he swallowed at the same time, lowered his voice, and asked, "Wen, Wen Miao...are you standing behind me?"

The boy couldn't bear to look directly, closed his eyes, and nodded vigorously.

Thankfully, his brother finally got what he meant.

Fortunately, I didn't say anything out of the ordinary this time, so I wouldn't be beaten up first.

But his companion's face had already turned pale, and when he was hesitating whether to turn around and face the storm, he heard a sentence slowly coming from behind him: "Hehe, let me hear, where is it again?" Are lonely ghosts farting here?"

"..."

The farting ghosts turned around in resignation, stood obediently in a row, and listened to the training with their heads bowed.

"What are you talking about? Are you talking so happily?" Wen Miao put her hands in her pockets, tilted her head slightly and glanced over, as if curious, "Let me listen too?"

The eyes of several boys flickered, and they lowered their heads evasively, and no one dared to say anything.

Although she didn't hear what they were talking about, Wen Miao could almost guess the content when she saw the guilty expressions on their faces. She waited for a while, but she didn't wait for the answer, and she didn't care too much, just being kind He smiled slightly, and asked with the same kind tone: "Is it because I didn't go to see you last time, so I gave you the illusion that I have a good temper?"

"..."

No, really not.

The lonely ghosts answered in their hearts.

From the corner of the eye, I caught a glimpse of the old Guotou and several teachers walking towards this side with their hands behind their backs and smiling. Wen Miao reluctantly stopped the voice: "Okay, I don't want to bother with you."

She squinted at the lonely souls and wild ghosts, her expression turned cold, and she gave her final warning: "But you also know that I have a bad temper, so I will talk about the ugly first, I don't like it." Listen to what you say, so I hope this is the last time I hear it. Otherwise, I don't mind donating money to buy a grave for you."

"..."

Well, well, remember, really remember this time.

After escaping, the group of lonely and wild ghosts hurriedly nodded with lingering fear, expressing that they must keep their mouths tightly shut in the future, and never let another fart go.

(End of this chapter)