"Bastard!" Lin Xiangxiang smashed her phone hard on the bed, recited the meditation mantra several times before calming down her emotions.

Early the next morning, she opened her eyes under Fu Siyu's ping-ponging clang, and she really didn't have any memory at all.

Seeing Lin Xiangxiang looking over unhappy, Fu Siyu looked careless: "What are you doing? The dormitory is not yours, so don't go too far."

Lin Xiangxiang turned over irritably, saying that she was too lazy to pay attention to her.

Seeing Lin Xiangxiang avoiding the fight, Fu Siyu forgot about being chased and chopped yesterday and began to be sarcastic again: "Qingmei, do you think this poster looks good? Does my cousin look like a fairy?"

"It looks good, so beautiful. This is a high-definition and uncensored poster that only insiders can get. It's worthy of being you!" Yang Qingmei is very good at flattering, and Fu Siyu is also very helpful.

"Of course, unlike some people who don't know what methods they use, remove the watermark and act as high-definition and uncensored original pictures, shameless."

She just wanted to name her. Lin Xiangxiang was too lazy to pay attention to it. When Fu Siyu found out that the poster she had been on the bedside for so long was her, she probably couldn't laugh.

I was going to stay in bed, but Annie's phone bombarded her.

"Lin Xiangxiang! When is it? Why don't you come here quickly? Ah!"

"Come here, come here, don't urge!!!" Lin Xiangxiang started to bounce again. It felt really bad to be urged to get up.

He climbed down from the upper bunk neatly. Fu Siyu vaguely heard that her attitude on the phone was not very good, and her gossipy ears stood up again.

"Oh~Aren't you kept by Annie? There are still people who dare to be so domineering?"

Lin Xiangxiang smiled faintly, took her backpack and stretched her hand into it. Fu Siyu subconsciously shrank her neck, and suddenly remembered that her move yesterday was to take the prop sword.

Seeing that Fu Siyu knew to admit defeat, Lin Xiangxiang was in a good mood: "You say less and get less beaten."

"You!" Fu Siyu was so angry that her face turned red and her neck was thick. She had been suffering from Lin Xiangxiang.

Lin Xiangxiang went to the bathroom to wash, Fu Siyu deliberately raised her tone and continued chatting with Yang Qingmei.

"Qingmei~ Some people are just pretentious and think that if they get married to a rich woman, they can be arrogant."

"Ah...ah, yes." Yang Qingmei agreed awkwardly, and carefully looked at Fu Siyu who was staring at Lin Xiangxiang.

Yang Qingmei herself has also been with Fu Siyu, a rich woman, and often bullies others outside with a fox and a tiger. So she always feels that Fu Siyu's words also have some connotations.

"Shameless!" Fu Siyu snorted heavily and continued to admire the 1.8-meter-long poster.

After washing up, Lin Xiangxiang bit the rubber band and combed her ponytail, while sitting down in front of her dressing table and doing basic facial care.

“Yo~”

As soon as Fu Siyu spoke, Lin Xiangxiang interrupted her: "Siyu."

"Ah?" Fu Siyu was slightly stunned, obviously not reacting. She went back in a bad tone, "What are you doing?"

"Look." Lin Xiangxiang pointed to the trash can at her feet. It was a foot-style trash can.

"What are you looking at?" Fu Siyu didn't understand what she meant.

As soon as Fu Siyu opened her mouth, Lin Xiangxiang stepped on it and the lid of the trash can bounced open.

As soon as Fu Siyu shut up, she loosened her feet.

"What does it mean?" As she spoke, Lin Xiangxiang stepped on the trash can again and asked, "Don't you understand?"

"No." The trash can was opened for the third time, and Lin Xiangxiang explained to her seriously, "Look, as soon as you talk, the trash can will automatically open. Sure enough, you are just garbage."

"!!!" Fu Siyu's throat was blocked, obviously she was fooled, "Lin Xiangxiang!"

Trash can: I open it!

"Don't go too far!"

Trash can: I'll open it again!

"Lin Xiangxiang, don't think..."

Trash can: I still open it!

Fu Siyu shut up. As long as she spoke, Lin Xiangxiang stepped on the trash can one step after another. She didn't have to speak, which was like mocking her as garbage.

"You wait!"

Trash can: I'm opening again!

Fu Siyu left with great resentment. Whether it was literary or military, she had never received any benefits from Lin Xiangxiang.

Seeing that she left, Lin Xiangxiang took back her feet on the trash can pedal. The trash can was quite right.

After a rough arrangement, I went out in a hurry. Because there was a class in the afternoon, there was no highlight today, and it was all about connecting the supporting roles.

Her appearance scared the supporting actors on the scene. Many of them were still passing by her at the booth banquet. Now when they saw Lin Xiangxiang, they all shrank their necks and did not dare to speak, for fear that she would take revenge.

Especially Annie, who was tall and honest but diligent in helping her carry her bag, no one dared to say anything for a while.

During this period of busyness, Lin Xiangxiang was unable to keep up with her condition. She was often distracted during the elective classes in the afternoon. After one class, she fell asleep on the table.

But before she could sleep for a long time, she was woken up by a ping-pinking sound. She turned over in dissatisfaction and muttered: "Can you be so crazy Fu Siyu, can't you be quieter?"

"I warn you to stay away from him! Are you worthy?"

"I said, give it back to me!"

Well? The voice was so strange. Lin Xiangxiang opened his eyes quietly and realized that he was not in the dormitory.

Looking up, the entire classroom was filled with people, and a group of girls surrounded a girl, shaking the notebook in her hand openly.

"To be honest, why did Luo Nanfeng's notes be with you? What's your relationship with Luo Nanfeng?" Li Jiajia, who has always been arrogant in the class, relies on her own power, and likes to bully people in school.

She stood on the podium and looked down at the girl who was about to rush out of her chest from a high point. Lin Xiangxiang felt it clearly, and there was uncovered ridicule and contempt in her tone.

The one who was bullied was her roommate who returned to the dormitory once every few hundred years, Song Zhiyi.

"That's right, you won't like Luo Nanfeng, are you? Have you really not looked in the mirror?"

"If you don't look at it, you're worthy?" The echoes around were so harsh. Lin Xiangxiang didn't like to meddle in other people's business, but she couldn't watch them bully the few. This was probably a ridiculous way to see the injustice.

As soon as Lin Xiangxiang got up, she heard Song Zhiyi growling: "I said, give it back to me!"

“Hey, I said…”

Before Lin Xiangxiang could speak, she saw Song Zhiyi rushing up like crazy. She grabbed Li Jiajia's arm...
Chapter completed!