To The Lovely You

   But in the end, she decided to ask him for it and sent him a text message.

   Luo Yichen's message was quickly replied: [Give it to me, I will keep it as a souvenir. 】

   Su Rourou jumped with anger when she saw such a "shameless" remark: Commemorative? This kind of thing...is it appropriate to keep it as a souvenir? He was too embarrassed to say it!

  Su Rourou: [No, give me back! 】

  Luo Yichen: [No! 】

  Su Rourou: [Return me! Give me back! Give me back! 】

  Luo Yichen: [So sleepy, I went to sleep. 】

   In the end, Su Rou Rou could only give up decisively and stared blankly at the phone. Because she knew that negotiating with a black-bellied and rogue like Luo Yichen was of no use at all.

   When she was studying in the evening, because she hated this matter in her heart, Su Rourou didn't give Luo Yichen a good look from beginning to end.

  Luo Yichen was not angry at all, and looked in a good mood, with a faint smile on his normally paralyzed face.

   Hou Xiaofeng pulled an empty desk to the end of the classroom. Then, he ingeniously used several English dictionaries to place a dividing line in the middle of the desk, and pulled Zheng Zhenan to play table tennis.

  The ping-pong ball hit the table with a crisp sound, sometimes mixed with the cheers of Hou Xiaofeng and Zheng Zhenan.

  He Xiaojie is holding a bowl of steaming instant noodles, eating and reading comics borrowed from Lan Xier.

  In the classroom, there is a strong aroma, which is the unique smell of instant noodles. When you smell it, your saliva will increase rapidly.

  Everyone's stomach growled, and some people complained in a low voice: "Who is so immoral, eating instant noodles in the classroom!"

  He Xiaojie ate happily. She took out a "hillbilly" braised egg, and a few ham sausages, and threw them into the instant noodle soup.

   At this moment, a round, yellowish thing flew from the air, fell straight into the soup of the bowl of noodles, and sprayed her face.

   "Hou Xiaofeng, you ****!" He Xiaojie couldn't help but swear.

   A ping pong ball floated gently on the soup with a layer of chili oil, and it was also coated with a layer of chili oil.

   Hou Xiaofeng walked forward with a smirk, leaned over to look at the table tennis ball, and joked: "He Xiaojie, your food is good, and there is a 'poached egg'!"

   "You...!" He Xiaojie stood up abruptly, put on her hips and reasoned with Hou Xiaofeng.

   Hou Xiaofeng finally couldn't bear it anymore, pointed to He Xiaojie's nose and said, "Don't force me, don't think I don't know what shameful deeds you have done in the dormitory!"

  He Xiaojie paused, thinking of her own pair of small telescopes, and felt a little guilty for a while. It is estimated that when her camera was aimed at Hou Xiaofeng that day, Hou Xiaofeng just happened to see her.

  Thinking of this, she immediately retorted confidently: "Let's talk to each other, no one! If you dare to tell the teacher, then I'll go too! The big deal is that we'll be finished together!"

   Hou Xiaofeng raised his eyebrows: "Oh, I'm so scared! Go, go, do you have any evidence?"

  He Xiaojie gave him a sideways glance and imitated his tone: "Then do you have any evidence?"

   Hou Xiaofeng gritted his teeth and pointed at her: "You want evidence, right? You wait for me!"

   This was originally a wave of scolding between Hou Xiaofeng and He Xiaojie, but Su Rourou didn't know how it spread to herself.