When everyone was still not aware of it, a tall figure pushed everyone away, walked to Chu Jin, picked her up from the ground, and strode out of the canteen.

Before leaving, Li Jing was left with a look full of murderous aura and anger.

After Song Shiqin held Chu Jin and left, two plainclothes officers walked in from outside, one on the left and one on the right, and took Li Jing away.

The crime of intentional injury was based on Song Shiqin's methods.

Li Jing was probably inseparable from prison this time.

Miao Xinran fell on the blue plastic chair with weak legs, and leaned on the table and started crying softly.

This incident came too quickly.

A Jin, where are you?

"Miao Xinran, if you dare to cause trouble for Chu Jin next time, I won't spare you!" Wang Kai said this and hurriedly left the cafeteria.

Seeing that there was no fun to watch, the people gradually dispersed. Of course, before dispersing, they felt a sarcastic sarcasm at Miao Xinran.

On the mountain.

Chu Jin slept on Hanyu's bed for more than an hour, and finally opened his eyes. What caught his eye was a cold and noble figure.

He sat on the chair beside him, holding a blue ancient book in one hand and a white tea cup in the other. The warm yellow sunlight spread evenly on him through layers of veil, placing him with a faint halo, as beautiful as ink paintings.

The scenery in front of you is too illusory, as if in a dream.

It makes people feel a little unbelievable that such gods and gods exist in real life.

With long eyelashes trembling, Chu Jin lifted the quilt, sat up from the bed, and went down to the ground barefoot.

She was a little confused about the memory she had just been on the mountain. She vaguely remembered that Daiyu had moved her hands and feet, untie the vitality of the white tiger, and let it break free from the constraints. Then she used her own way to treat her body and made Daiyu faint...

Then what? Then, I fainted.

So how did she get back here?

As soon as Chu Jin got off the ground, a ball of fluffy fell on her feet, "Meow Meow Meow, master, you are finally awake." His voice was cute, soft, and very beautiful.

Chu Jin frowned slightly and finally reacted.

Cats...can they speak, too?

This is a bit terrifying.

Could it be a spirit? Chu Jin kicked it away with disgust.

Then it was rushing over.

Then Chu Jin kicked away.

I'm happy about it all the time.

The picture is quite funny.

"Miao Meow, Master, I can warm the bed, be cute, act cute, and roll around. Please don't dislike me..."

Hearing the movement behind him, Mo Zhixuan put down the ancient books and tea cups in his hand, turned around, and looked up at her, "This is the white tiger, and it will follow you from now on."

"Hmm?" Chu Jin couldn't react a little, "Is this a white tiger?"

"Meow Meow Meow, Master, I am that white tiger. Do I still have a name now? Please give it to my master." The white tiger jumped gently, then jumped on Chu Jin's shoulder, stretched out his claws, and licked it habitually. It was just halfway through, and the little claws raised froze. As a white tiger with only dignity, how could it have the habit that only a little cat would have? Moreover, it hadn't washed its hands yet...

"It's really a white tiger?" Chu Jin looked at Mo Zhixuan in surprise.

"Yes." Mo Zhixuan nodded slightly.

The ferocious white tiger turned into a soft and cute little cat, which made Chu Jin unable to accept it.

If she had said this from someone else's mouth, she would never believe it, but the person who said it was Mo Zhixuan.

"Then will it keep following me?" Chu Jin raised his eyebrows slightly.

"Yes, are you hungry? I'll get you something to eat first?"

"Meow Meow Meow, master, I will always protect you," Baihu rubbed Chu Jin's neck intimately.
Chapter completed!