"Who is following you? Why didn't you say you were following me? I'm still wondering. S city is so big, why can I meet you wherever I go?" An angry look appeared on Yang Xi's lightly made-up face. "Are you?
Silly, it seems that I arrive first and you arrive last. Why, is the chief designer of Anshi Group so free? Don’t you need to draw pictures? I remember the design book you stole from me, this
I've been using it for a few years now. Designer Yang also has a gun gang.
You don't need to waste your energy and energy when you're busy drawing." An Zhisu bared her fangs, and every time she met someone who had hurt her, she would involuntarily raise barbs all over her body.
Yang Xi was startled, and looked around hurriedly. She was relieved when she saw that there was no one else in the locker room, and said angrily: "An Zhisu, don't slander me. Who would steal the design book of a psychopath from you? You, a psychopath, said
If so, who would believe it?"
An Zhisu folded his arms and looked at her flustered and guilty look and sneered: "It's just a joke. Why are you so nervous? You feel guilty."
Yang Xi was so angry that he wanted to vomit blood: "An Zhisu, you are going too far! Let me tell you, my things are not that easy to snatch. You just don't have a long memory. Didn't you learn enough lessons from the last time you snatched my things? In mental illness
I've been in the hospital for five years, why can't I learn well?" "Yang Xi." An Zhisu's face turned cold: "Do you know what you look like every time you see me? Like a mad dog, there is no need at all
When An Tingnuan gives you an order, you will spontaneously pounce on me and bite me. But I am no longer the An Zhisu I was five years ago. If you bite me like this again,
I will knock out all your dog teeth."
After saying these words, An Zhisu picked up his backpack on one shoulder and walked past her towards the outside of the dressing room.
"An Zhisu, stop here." Yang Xi turned around and called her.
An Zhisu was too lazy to pay attention to her and walked out without looking back.
"Don't you want to attend Professor Guan's birthday party?" Seeing that she was ignoring him, Yang Xi directly threw out his trump card.
Sure enough, An Zhisu stopped and turned around a little bit.
Yang Xi raised a proud smile at the corner of her mouth: "Professor Guan is celebrating her 70th birthday. You used to be her most proud student. Don't you want to go and celebrate her birthday?"
An Zhisu clenched her fists. She had even forgotten that in a few days, it would be her former professor's birthday. Professor Guan had always been proud of her, but in the end she smeared the teacher's face. In the past few years,
I don't know if the teacher has forgotten her. "It's a pity that even if you want to go again, you won't have the chance to go. But it doesn't matter, Professor Guan has forgotten you a long time ago. Professor Guan has no face for a murderer like you."
I admit that I taught you. You may not know that Professor Guan’s most proud student is now recognized by the outside world as me, Yang Xi. As for
You, An Zhisu, have long been forgotten in the nook and cranny. You are like trash, not worthy of Professor Guan's attention at all." Yang Xi stepped hard on An Zhisu's sore spot, and then raised his head.
The arrogant head entered the locker room.
…
Ye Lancheng and the other three had already changed their clothes and were waiting on the sofa outside. Later, An Zhisu was nowhere to be seen. Ye Lancheng came over to look for her worriedly. From a distance, he saw her walking over in despair, with her head lowered.
I don’t know how to read the road either.
An Zhisu was not in a good mood. Yang Xi's words kept echoing in her mind. She had indeed brought disgrace on Professor Guan's face, and Professor Guan had indeed disowned her as a student. But she did not kill anyone, nor was she mentally ill. Why?
Even the teacher who loves her the most refuses to believe her?
boom!
While wandering in her mind, An Zhisu suddenly hit a wall, and the rebound force made her fall backwards. She screamed in shock and subconsciously closed her eyes, waiting for the pain to hit.
Ye Lancheng was already prepared to be hit by her. He held her waist with one hand and held her up in the air. An Zhisu's waist strength was so good that his head and the ground almost bent at ninety degrees, but just like that, she
He still relied on the strength of his waist to balance his body.
After surviving the disaster, An Zhisu was extremely grateful to the person who helped her. She opened her eyes and was about to say thank you, but she was blocked by Ye Lancheng's enlarged cold face.
"Ye, Ye Lancheng." An Zhisu was surprised that Ye Lancheng would appear here.
Ye Lancheng looked at her indifferently, then loosened his arms. An Zhisu screamed and fell to the ground, followed by a dull pain in his buttocks.
An Zhisu hissed: "Ye Lancheng, what are you doing?"
"Let you have a long memory." Ye Lancheng put his hands back in his pockets and looked at her condescendingly. There was a faint look on his stern features, and it was obvious that he was angry.
Ye Lancheng couldn't imagine that if An Zhisu was walking like this on the road, she would have hit a speeding car. He didn't want to help her and let her fall hard.
He had good memory, but he was afraid that she might fall on her head, so he gave her a buffer at the critical moment.
An Zhisu twitched the corner of his mouth fiercely, got up in embarrassment, and accused him: "Ye Lancheng, you have no gentlemanly manners!"
Ye Lancheng snorted, not bothering to pay attention to her to avoid getting even more angry, and turned around and left.
An Zhisu:......
Come on, she was the one who was thrown, and she wasn't angry yet. Why was he angry? Was he wrong? Could he have some emotional intelligence?
An Zhisu was angry and shouted at his back: "Stop!"
Ye Lancheng didn't even stop for half a step and had already walked several meters away.
"Ooooo, you bullied me, my butt hurts, I can't walk." An Zhisu simply sat down on the ground again, acting like a child.
Ye Lancheng finally stopped and looked back at her. When he saw her sitting on the ground, his expression darkened: "Get up!"
"I can't afford it." An Zhisu didn't know where he got the courage: "My butt hurts and I can't get up."
"Get up!" Ye Lancheng's face was so gloomy that he could almost squeeze out water. The ground was so cold and she was so cold. She dared to lie on the ground and play tricks with him. Ye Lancheng wanted to go up and beat her up.
An Zhisu shrank his neck. Ye Lancheng's expression was so scary. He felt like he wanted to hit himself. But he got up so spinelessly. He had to bully him to death in the future. But if he couldn't get up, the consequences would be more serious.
How to break it? I'm so anxious. Should I get up? Waiting for the answer online.
"Hiss..." There was a pain in her arm, and An Zhisu, who was struggling, was pulled up by a strong force. Yes, it was pulled. The force was so strong that she felt that her arm was about to be dislocated.
"It hurts, it hurts, please be gentle, your arm will break..." An Zhisu was about to cry in pain, and slapped his hand that was holding her arm. "If it hurts, remember it well, and don't look at the road next time."
If you keep sitting on the ground and can't get up, let's see if I can beat you." The veins on Ye Lancheng's forehead jumped angrily, and he really wanted to break her arm to see if she would dare next time.