100 ways to trick a boy into going to sleep

Chapter 908 Su Muzhe

Chapter 908 Su Muzhe

He couldn't bring himself to say a single word that would be too insincere.

In the end, I could only honestly reply, "Yes, I'm very happy."

"Come back here tomorrow night."

"it is good."

Her words undoubtedly reassured him.

So how could I not be happy?

......

University life... if you don't study hard, you can have a really fun time every day, unlike the closed, militarized management style of high school.

After finishing morning and evening self-study sessions, I have a lot of free time throughout the day. I have classes during the day from Monday to Friday, so I'll go to the Eastern Suburbs Cemetery on the weekend.

but…...

Based on the energy intensity she left there, this project probably won't last long and will be shut down soon.

Zhou Yatang is quite something. Jin Huan was originally an illusion set up for everyone, so that no matter how enthusiastically they worked, in the end, the progress would stop.

There wasn't really a problem, except that she consumed more energy.

But now, she only needs to focus her energy on a few entry points.

Hmm... I'm happy~ I saved a little money again.

Thinking about it that way, Zhou Yatang seemed more pleasing to the eye.

This is a long lecture.

English.

The multimedia classroom was packed with people. Students were even sitting on the stairs in the aisle, textbooks in hand.

Beijing University is the best university in China, and many people come here to attend its classes.

After all, schools teach all students regardless of their background, and professors generally won't kick out students for these basic public courses.

She arrived earlier.

I chose the middle spot early on, which is convenient for sleeping and less likely to get caught by the teacher while playing on my phone, since there are so many people around me!

However, on the other hand, with so many people in a class, apart from a few teachers who pay special attention to classroom discipline, most professors really don't care what you do, as long as you don't affect others.

Class hadn't started yet, and she was lying on the desk with her head down, her fingers lazily swiping across the screen.

I've been busy lately and haven't had time to read novels. "The Scumbag Girl's Guide" has already been updated to over three thousand chapters. I'll take advantage of being bored in class to read it from beginning to end again. Reviewing what you've learned is a virtue that people often talk about.

Suddenly, there was a commotion around me.

A cup of steaming red bean milk tea was placed in front of her.

Jin Huan looked up and saw that Wen Dang was negotiating with the classmate next to her, wanting to change seats.

Putting aside his background, just based on his youthful and handsome face, everyone is willing to give this good-looking guy face.

He immediately got what he wanted.

"How did you come."

After the confession at the bottom of the building that night, Wen Dang's feelings were finally made public.

Therefore, Shen Jinhuan speaks directly and doesn't play hard to get.

"If the mountain won't come to me, I'll go to the mountain! You haven't replied to my message since this morning!" the little dog said, feeling wronged.

After saying goodnight last night, he was thinking about what to say as the first thing to her this morning.

In the end, I simply asked her whether she wanted shumai or xiaolongbao for breakfast.

Unfortunately, the message disappeared without a trace, receiving no response whatsoever.

Unable to contain himself any longer, he took the initiative to come over.

Jin Huan did see Wen Dang's message, but her heart was now leaning towards Zhou Yatang, so she subconsciously kept her distance from the "power banks" (a term used to describe people who are physically attractive to others) at school.

"I don't eat breakfast, so you don't need to buy it for me anymore."

Wen Dang's smile froze instantly.

He wasn't a particularly sensitive person, but in front of a girl he liked, all his feelings would naturally be amplified, and Wen Dang keenly noticed her changes.

His fingers curled unnaturally, a sudden chill creeping through his knuckles, like the iced milk tea he'd just been holding close to his chest. "You...have someone you like?"