National Goddess: The First Spirit Chef in History

Chapter 35 Who is stupid
"Senior, you're welcome. I'm a local. Wisteria has been here a few times. I'm familiar with the road, so I don't need to trouble the senior to lead the way."

Wen Qiao narrowed his eyes slightly, as if he was watching a farce. There was no disturbance in his heart, and he stretched out his fleshy hand. Before others could see clearly what was going on, Fu Xuewen was holding Wen Qiao's luggage. Back to Wen Qiao's side.

Everyone watching this side couldn't help being embarrassed for Fu Xuewen.

"Fu Xuewen, you blustery hypocrite, you're willing to go out and hook up with such an ugly girl, hahaha... and you've hit a wall, what's going on—oh—what!"

Du Xuechang, the only one who dared to make a sound, and who was still laughing happily, just halfway through his words, was called out by something, and his teeth hurt from gnawing, and all the words were blocked in his throat, and he spent a long time digging Only to find out that it turned out to be half a piece of corn—raw!
"Come to the university to report and bring raw corn - are you stupid?"

Wen Qiao said that when Bai Ying went to the refrigerator to get a sandwich, she didn't see what was in the bag and took the wrong thing. When she came out, she found out that she had taken the wrong thing and stuffed it into the backpack It's here, just for Wen Qiao to use it as a hidden weapon.

To be honest, Senior Du is the most stupid in the world. He is risking his life to rescue Fu Xuewen. If he hadn't ridiculed him and brought her along, he wouldn't have a good word from his mouth. How could it be possible to divert attention from the embarrassing Fu Xuewen.

Wen Qiao was not used to this kind of person, so she pointed her middle finger at Senior Du and said, "You idiot!"

Senior Du said to Wen Qiao angrily, "Fatty man, who are you talking about—"

"Who should say whom."

Wen Qiao was not afraid of him at all. Fu Xuewen, who had the intention of being a good person and needed to maintain his personality, stopped him. She walked past Bai Ying's campus unhurriedly.

Bai Ying left with some hesitation, "Is this okay? Would it be too much to refuse the kindness of that senior surnamed Fu—?"

She was not afraid of being more arrogant than herself, but she was afraid of meeting those talented people. Wen Qiao's refusal always made her feel like a waste of other people's good intentions.

Wen Qiao shook her head, she felt worried when she looked at Bai Ying, she still had to be a policeman just because of this, is it really all right?
In the end, she decided to pour some cold water on her little friend. Wanting to be a policeman is not just about good martial arts, at least not so naive, or she will be the one who will hurt herself in the end.

"You can't just look at things on the surface, and people who look kind may not be kind. Does the person surnamed Fu have good intentions? If he is really so kind, why didn't he show up when the person surnamed Du just opened his mouth? He only jumps out when it's bad, and it's obvious that these two people are fighting us in the ring, yet you still think he has good intentions? Hehe—silly girl, you should be more careful."

Bai Ying's face changed instantly, she already believed that what Wen Qiao said was true, but she couldn't help but said, "No, can't it?"

Wen Qiao smiled silently, and turned her head to look at the school where she was going to spend a few years.

As a well-known school in China, Wisteria covers an area of ​​several thousand acres and a building area of ​​one million square meters. The green grass is green, the trees are shady, the lakes and mountains are beautiful, and the air seems to be much fresher than outside... Even Wen Qiao also Can't help but sigh, what a place.

Wen Qiao, who was so focused, didn't notice at all that behind her, among the crowds at the registration office, a beautiful girl looked at her back with a disgusted and sinister gleam in her eyes.

Seeing that her expression was wrong, the classmate standing next to her couldn't help asking curiously: "Wen Jing, what's wrong with you?"

Wen Jing: "Seeing a bedbug made me sick."

(End of this chapter)