Ning Baobao smiled. Indeed... she liked her two roommates quite well. When getting along with them, it was much easier and even more pleasant than the other girls. Anyway, according to Chu Yao's usual urination.

It was impossible for her to hand over the martial arts books she had never read or even contacted to others as simply as possible.

Indeed, the only one who knows Chu Yao the best in this world besides Murong and the King of Hell is indeed Ning Baobao.

These books have been deeply engraved into her spiritual consciousness in those ten years.

However, she can recite it intact either along the back or upside down.

And they soon came to the principal's office.

I happened to hear what the uncle of the Lian family said: "To be honest, Cheng Qin, is this Xia Chuyao a child of your younger generation or a member of that aristocratic family?"

Chu Yao raised her eyebrows and knocked on the door of the room.

Without waiting for the principal to speak, he pushed open the door and entered.

And he sat on Uncle Murong's sofa very familiarly.

"Chu Yao, shouldn't you be in class now? Have you skipped class again?"

Uncle Murong just glanced at Chu Yao briefly and said this sentence lightly, and he didn't care about her skipping class.

"I came here this time and remembered something about the Lian family.

But I didn't expect to hear that someone didn't give up and wanted to know my identity.

To be honest, do you really want to know that?"

She sat leisurely, then turned out a bunch of grapes with her bare hands and handed them to Ning Baobao sitting beside her.

"Or do you guys?"

Then he turned to look at Uncle Murong and Uncle Lian's family, shook the grapes in his hands, and asked the two people standing there.

Uncle Murong is nothing. He has long been used to it. Chu Yao has created many inexplicable things in her office without any trouble.

But the uncle of the Lian family is different. He was surprised and shocked.

This young little girl has room for something illusory.

It seems that identity must not be simple.

He did not ignore what she said just now about the Lian family.

"Give me a bunch."

As soon as Uncle Murong finished speaking, a bunch of grapes was thrown over by Chu Yao.

It was easy to catch Uncle Murong according to his skills.

He took one and put it in his mouth, and handed it to his uncle of the Lian family.

My uncle from Lian’s family ate one, which was very sweet, and it didn’t taste the same as what others bought.

Of course, it also fits the saying that space production must be a fine product.

After he ate one, he slowly walked to the opposite side of Chu Yao and sat down.

"You just said that you thought of a news about our Lian family, what is it."

He spoke indifferently, but in fact he was very nervous.

"Oh, it seems that it's news about your family's practice of exercises."

Chu Yao spoke leisurely again, but she didn't believe that the uncle of the Lian family could still sit there calmly this time.

However, what Chu Yao didn't expect was why Uncle Murong stood up so excitedly, and she didn't know what technique she used, and she came to her instantly.

She looked at the two middle-aged men standing in front of her.

For a moment she felt whether she was in danger.

From the beginning to the end, Ning Baobao didn't say a word except the grapes handed over by Chu Yao, but just watched the show quietly.

"No, I can understand why Uncle Lian is so excited, why are you so excited, and you are so excited, Uncle Murong."

What kind of rhythm is this? Why didn't she understand?

"Oh, I know Chengqin likes to travel around, so I especially ask him to pay attention to it.
Chapter completed!