Wen Miao smiled instantly, his eyes bent, and his voice became lighter: "You die, you live?"

Lin Erchen pointed: "Yes."

She died and she lived and died.

In the end, it was half dead.

She really has no curiosity about Ganchai Liehuo.

At the beginning of autumn, the season is right and the sun is not shining. The afternoon sun shines through the lush branches and leaves of the old sycamore trees, casting mottled light and shadow on the long table near the window.

Lin Er held his head without any energy, listened to the class for a while, and then began to get sleepy when the teacher was called hypnotic "this marks the entry of socialism with Chinese characteristics into a new era."

Wen Miao kept tilting her head to look at her. Seeing that Lin Er seemed to be so sleepy that he couldn't open his eyes, Wen Miao put his hand on the edge of her desk to prevent her hand from slipping to her chin.

After Wen Miao moved, Lin Er woke up a little. She raised her hand and rubbed her eyelids, and sat up straight.

Wen Miao couldn't help asking: "Mumu, what time did you go to bed yesterday?"

Lin Er yawned one by one, reached out and gestured with a "two" gesture, and said listlessly: "It's past two o'clock."

Wen Miao was surprised: "You sleep so late?"

Liner's daily routine has always been quite standard. He usually goes to bed before eleven o'clock and gets up around six o'clock. Whether it's school or holiday, it's basically the same.

It has been more than ten years, and habits have been formed.

"I don't want to sleep so late, either." Lin Er raised his hand again, pressed the joints of his back neck with his fingertips, and said softly, "But that 'intellectual' force seems a bit big."

"I understand." Wen Miao immediately understood.

While no one around paid attention to this place, she reached out and picked up Liner's collar, looked inside quickly, and then sighed: "Uh, it's a bit wild."

"You can be bolder and remove the 'a little'." Lin Er narrowed his eyes lazily and tiredly, pulling Wen Miao back the collar that he had hooked down.

"No." Wen Miao was still doubting his judgment, "I feel that Nicholas looks quite gentle and handsome, why are he still so wild?"

"Look." Liner pointed out the point, "You said it, it looks."

gentle?

It's upside down.

That's all appearances, deceptive appearances.

From the beginning when I came into contact with Xie Yan, Lin Er felt that the word "gentle" had nothing to do with him.

Compared to "gentle", perhaps the words "supergent" and "supervised" and "beast-clothed" are more suitable for him.

If you want to blame, you can only blame Xie Yan for having a very deceptive and beautiful appearance. He didn't have to laugh deliberately. Those peach blossom eyes just looked gentle and affectionate.

"Master, don't you think Boss Shen is also a kind of person who looks very gentle?" Lin Er mentioned another male protagonist again, and her emphasis was deliberately placed on the three words "look".

"In fact, that's just an illusion." Wen Miao answered very smoothly, "It's all used to deceive those little girls who are not familiar with him."

Lin Er: "Similarly, Xie Tiantian is the same."

"What you said makes sense, but-" Wen Miao changed his tone, "Nicholas' eyes are too deceptive."

"That's all false." Lin Er sighed. In order to enhance the persuasiveness in his words, she simply mentioned the example to Wen Miao himself. "Take you as an example, do you like Boss Shen because he is too gentle?"

"Oh, that's not." Wen Miao said very honestly, "To be honest, I thought he was pretty at the beginning, so I didn't even bother with him when he sent me to the mental hospital."

Liner: “…”

Look, what did she say?

A gentle personality can only be a plus, and the so-called decisive factor is ultimately on that face.

Wen Miao recalled his first acquaintance with Shen Jiayu and said, "If anyone who looks less beautiful is, he will see him off with a thousand miles away with his hand. I will beat him down and call me dad."

Liner: “…”

Alas—The truth is often so cruel.

Revealing the truth is not over. In order to make Wen Miao better understand the attribute of "gentle", Lin Er added another dose of strong medicine: "What if someone tells you 'I'm ugly, but I'm gentle'?"

"That won't work." Wen Miao said without thinking, "If he says this to me, then I will tell him, 'I'm sorry, I'm superficial, I only like handsome people'. I would rather be as irritable as handsome guys than gentle as ugly guys."

Speaking of this, Wen Miao paused for a moment, then he strengthened his tone, his expression was serious and his speech was clear, and he spit out five words word by word: "I really can't afford it."

“…”

That's what Liner wants to say.

Congratulations to children Wen Miao for successfully understanding the essence of her words.

get out of class is over at 3:50.

There is also a festival called "Political Economics" at five o'clock.

It was too early to have supper at this time, so Lin Er did not follow Wen Miao to the cafeteria, but sat in the library with Xie Yan for a while, and waited until the class continued.

It's until six:50 that evening class ends.

After having dinner on the food street near the school, the two of them did not go back to the dormitory, but walked slowly towards home along the riverside park.

Xie Yan suddenly mentioned the afternoon story: "What are you and Wen Miao talking about?"

"Hmm?" Liner turned his head and looked at him, but he didn't realize what he was referring to, "Master and I?"

Xie Yan said "Yeah" and said again: "It's the time to start the original class in the afternoon."

The two little girls were facing their heads, shoulders were close to their shoulders, and they talked about most of the class, and they were mysterious. Judging from their posture, they looked like underground agents were interchanging tasks.

When Lin Er heard Xie Yan ask about this, hesitated and shook his head: "I can't tell you."

Xie Yan raised his eyebrows: "Why can't you tell me?"

Lin Er glanced at him and said slowly: "Don't you know that some topics cannot be shared with your boyfriend?"

Especially what sisters say.

She and Wen Miao have a common understanding of this, that is, even if they die, they must crawl back from the ground, delete the chat records between them, and then die without any worries.

After all, there are some topics that Xie Yan and Shen Jiayu would shout "good guy" after reading them.

"There is such a saying?" Xie Yan seemed to suddenly become interested and turned his head to look at her, "Why haven't I heard of it?"

"That's because you don't have female friends." Liner said very bluntly.

Xie Yan: “…”

It seems that this is the reason.

Liner: "There is no good female friend."

Xie Yan: “…”

It seems that this sounds more reasonable.
Chapter completed!