Yan Luo walked out with the joyful study girl, feeling as if she was dead, and each person and a turtle were in a completely different mood.

"Royce!"

Uncle Shao called out to Yan Luo, holding the wings of the big acre spirit in one hand, touching its head lovingly, and his eyes were reluctant to let it go, "Do you really want to eat it?"

Damu Ling seemed to have felt the sense of crisis that the storm was coming, and she stretched her neck schemingly and gently rubbed Uncle Shao's neck.

Yan Luo seemed to be not Xue Ji on his head, but a dark cloud that blocked most of her bright life. She waved her hand with a gloomy face, "Forget it."

Keeping it is useful, at least it can also be used to treat Yan Nanzhi at certain moments.

"Why eat..."

"Just that one." Yan Luo pointed casually. It was the one she had just mistakenly recognized as Damu Ling.

It's hard not to think that it's intentional targeting.

...

Yan Luo was struggling with the strange "mockery" look mixed with "sneering" all the way, and her super high turnover rate was no less than that of Yan Nanzhi going crazy in public.

A familiar trainee came towards him. When he saw Yan Luo, he subconsciously turned around and was about to leave. He turned around and reacted for a second before he felt something was wrong.

Yes, she is not a teacher, nor is she a head teacher, the principal, why is he running for?

The electronic products were also confiscated, and he had a clear conscience!

...At least I have a clear conscience now.

So he turned around proudly and nodded to Yan Luo as if he was cold, "Hello, Xiao Luo."

Yan Luo was not in a very beautiful mood, but he still nodded politely to respond, but the expression on his face was obviously very stiff, "Hello."

The trainee was startled and his hands swayed in front of her eyes.

Yan Luo raised his eyes without any emotion, "What are you doing?"

"Did you sleep on your tummy and have facial paralysis?" His tone was a little worried, with a serious expression, and he comforted her earnestly, "I know, do you students often sleep on the table after ten minutes of get out of class? Your students have quite a lot of occupational diseases, such as sleeping on the table frequently, and you have a chance of facial paralysis."

The more he spoke, he became more and more excited. Even if Yan Luo was a little aunt who was in charge of them, he would be a little aunt who was smaller than him.

Although her popularity is more than 100 million points higher than his now, no matter how confused he is, he can still be his brother!

His brother suddenly became full of love and wanted to reach out to touch her head. He actually found a foreign object lying on her head. His hand was in the air and hesitated, "You... are pretty good in shape."

Yan Luo pulled the corner of his mouth and smirked, "Thank you, this is my favorite pet."

"It's pretty... cute."

He reluctantly praised the turtle named "Deser" in his little eyes.

Xueji stared at his hand vigilantly. If the ugly male human in front of him dared to put his salted pig claws on Yan Luo's feet, it would definitely bite his claws!

"Cute? Then I will give up my love and put it on your head." Yan Luo reluctantly found a little highlight in his eyes and was about to reach out to get the learning girl in his hand.

"I suddenly realized that I had something to do, so I left first." He waved his hand at Yan Luo with a serious look on his face, and ran away immediately.

What's the difference between being the big turtle recording program and stinging in public?

Yan Luo put the learning girl back on her head and snorted softly, "Man."

"Yan Luo~Yan Luo~Yan Luo~Yan Luo~Xiao Yan~Xiao Luo~Ro Luo~Luo Bao~"

After a wave of ease, another wave of sensation appeared from Yan Luo's sight, with an extremely annoying old friend, whose rippling voice was familiar.

Yan Luo rolled his eyes and turned around and was about to leave.

Why is it that guy Yan Nanzhi again?

Why is he the only supporting role who has so many roles, and is he bringing funds to the group?

When she returned the rupo, she saw that he was just a clear eye bag.

Yan Nanzhi rushed forward with great enthusiasm, rushed to Yan Luo, and stopped her, "Why are you running?"

"I didn't run away." Yan Luo said lies without blinking, "I'm stretching."

Yan Nanzhi's eyes fell on Yan Luo's head and blurted out, "I'll go, the turtle."

Yan Luo's resentment is now greater than the evil spirit, and his eyes are filled with warnings and threats, "You'd better tell me something."

Yan Nanzhi shut up in disappointment, then put his wrists on the tip of her nose as if showing off, "Do you smell it, does it smell like me?"

Yan Luo sniffed perfunctorily, and the tip of his nose moved slightly.

This fragrance is a bit familiar.

"You can smell the Atractylodes again." Yan Nanzhi pulled the Atractylodes, who was walking slowly, and pushed Yan Luo in the direction of her.

Atractylodes lancea cooperated with the wrist facing Yan Luo. Yan Luo sniffed like a puppy, and his eyebrows were frowned even tighter.

This taste is more familiar.

"How is it? Guess what the fragrance is?" Yan Nanzhi raised his eyebrows proudly at Yan Luo.

Yan Luo searched the origin of these two familiar fragrances in his mind, successfully positioned an item, and concluded with certain confidence, "Your tastes the answer sheet, and his tastes the pencil."

These two people are a bit interesting, one is a cos pencil and the other is a cos answer sheet.

"What does it taste?" Yan Nanzhi almost doubted his ears.

"Answer sheet, pencil." Yan Luo repeated again affirmatively.

"What a bad fragrance!" Yan Nanzhi looked so beautiful, "I'm fir, his fragrance is the fragrance of cedar. My makeup sister said that the domineering president in romance novels often sprays these two flavors, okay?"

Isn’t it said that the domineering president always has a cold and unattainable flavor of cedar and fir? How could this happen?!

He sniffed his wrist in disbelief, as if it was a bit like it, and sniffed it again.

I went, and the more I smelled it, the more I felt.

Atractylodes lancea stood beside her and petrified silently, with a dull face.

He and Yan Nanzhi, as two noble children who had never been in contact with perfume and had never seen the world, were extremely excited when they heard the description of the makeup sister and came to Yan Luo like a treasure. Unexpectedly, what they gained was the smell of answer sheets and pencils.

Yan Luo met two big dogs who had obviously become dim and despair in front of him. She... was in a good mood. Now she is getting better. It's not just her own depressed.

She patted the two of them on the shoulders and kindly reminded, "Get a good rest, I'll go to the amusement park tomorrow morning."

Her steps became light and she crawled through the two tall teenagers and returned to her dormitory with excitement.

Yan Luo's dinner was happily spent with the old men and mothers in an iron pot stewed goose with the resentful eyes of many trainees who were eating cucumbers.

Of course, there is also a small TV that keeps playing the tide of zombies.

——

The next morning.

Yan Luo just woke up and received a thick stack of kraft paper bags.

"What is this?" She yawned, her sleepy eyes were relaxed, and her consciousness had not yet recovered.

"You guess." The brother of the planning team blinked at her mysteriously.

"My salary?" Yan Luo weighed the weight of the cowhide bag and began to dream.

"You open it and you'll know."

He is still mysterious.

Could it be her salary? Yan Luo was half awake, opened the bag and took out the things inside.

Not a salary, but dozens of thick pieces...

Yan Luo's vitality suddenly became weaker again. He glanced at the big words on it casually, and his pupils were trembling violently.

Life and death!

Depend on?
Chapter completed!