Boss, She is Unparalleled

   Chapter 175 Ghosts Confused (5)

  All the students couldn't help but sigh, they still believe in science, they still need to have two more legs.

   Qi Shun stared at the blood on the blackboard for a long time, then turned his head and looked thoughtfully at the place of Zhong Min, who had a stack of books on the table.

   The fingertips holding the gel pen turned slightly white.

   Watching Jiang Yu leave with Zhong Min, Xi Liangxing withdrew his gaze expressionlessly.

   Jiang Yu…

   He has heard of this person.

   I heard about suicide not long ago.

   jumped off the building.

   Before this, he had no impression of Jiang Yu...

   To be precise, he has no impression of anyone who is not relevant.

  The fingertips swept lightly on the washed slightly white school uniform, and Xi Liangxing's dark eyes did not show the slightest emotion.

  Today, he saw her when she was standing in front of the window and looking into the classroom.

   is weird.

  Well...it's floating.

   When he was very young, he was able to see many strange things, all of which were hideous.

   But Jiang Yu is different.

  The eyeballs did not hang down to the face.

The    tongue didn't stick out either.

  There is no rotting flesh on the face either.

   There is no missing part of the body.

   Clean, Nongli's flamboyant facial features are cool, and her eyes are dark and cold.

  I don't know what she looked like before, but she looks like this...

   She is kind of cute when she is maliciously sabotaging.

   Especially with a sullen face, doing damage.

   pierced into my heart at once.

   raised his hand and pressed the position of his chest.

  Here, when he looked at her, he jumped very fast.

   still hurts.

   The petal-like lips of Xi Liangxing were slightly pursed, and the slender eyelashes like butterfly wings trembled slightly.

   is a strange feeling.

   The pretty-shaped Adam’s apple moved slightly, to restrain the extra thoughts that shouldn’t be there, to pull out the study materials from the table, and do the questions with drooping eyes.

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   Jiang Yu followed Zhong Min all the way into the bathroom.

   Seeing Zhong Min escaping, he hid in the cubicle, holding his phone, shaking his hands, not knowing who to send a message to.

  Suddenly, with a soft sound, the compartment door that had been locked by Zhong Min opened automatically.

   made a weird creaking sound.

  Jong Min's face was pale, even makeup couldn't cover it up.

   She could hear her teeth chattering.

   Throat seems to be blocked by something.

   "Crack Kacha-"

   A crisp sound rang in the small bathroom.

  Zhong Min suddenly fell to the ground and his phone fell into the pit.

   Shenxing got up from the ground, the boss with his mouth open, "Ah—"

   ran out with rolling and crawling.

   Jiang Yu squeezed the melon seeds for a while, what are you doing? I haven't done anything yet, why is it like being frightened by a ghost?

  【Host, your current identity is a ghost. 】

   Jiang Yu snorted, it seems so.

   The tip of his nose moved slightly, it smelled so bad, I should go out first.

   Little **** smashing something, some have time to clean up, Lao Tzu is going to find Da Bai.

  [...] Why didn't you say stinky when you were nibbling on melon seeds in the bathroom just now? -

  Xi Liangxing is an orphan whose parents died in a plane crash and lives with his uncle and aunt.

   Live in a house bought with the original compensation.

   Xi Liangxing's uncle Xi Dawei and aunt Liu Xiaomei have their own sons.

  While pampering his own son, he would play a cool star every few days.

   Men's and women's singles.

   or mixed doubles.

   also said that Xi Liangxing was a dragging oil bottle, that is, he killed Xi's father and Xi's mother.

   In this family environment, Xi Liangxing gradually grew into a dark and withdrawn personality.

   In school, Xi Liangxing was called the Prince of Gloom by the girls.

   Even though Xi Liangxing was expressionless every time, he couldn't stop batch after batch of confessors.

   Not surprisingly, none of them were successful.

   (end of this chapter)