During the lunch break, Song Yaoyao walked upstairs with her thermos in her mouth and her neck curled up.
Hitting someone head-on, she staggered two steps. This time I learned how to behave, and held on to the handrail in time.
"Little classmate, how about touching porcelain?"
There was a smile in the young man's voice, but the tone of his speech was not serious.
Song Yaoyao looked up and looked up, and was stunned.
"It's you?"
She opened her mouth, isn't this the man in the photo? Meng Qiqi's idol is also the male god of the original body.
"Huh? So it's my fan. How about it? Shall I sign your name?"
Luo Xingguang raised his eyebrows, looking at the girl in front of him with interest.
He is not tall and looks immature.
Saying that she is a junior high school student does not have any sense of disobedience.
"I'm not."
Song Yaoyao moved around holding the thermos cup, planning to bypass him and go upstairs.
The back collar was suddenly pulled, and the young man smiled and grabbed her, "Student, lying is not a good habit."
"I really don't!"
She bulged her cheeks, thinking that this man is so narcissistic.
She decided that she would never accept orders from this person in the future! Just let him be ugly!
"I don't believe it. There are still people in your school who don't like me?" Luo Xingguang leaned over and narrowed his eyes. "Aren't you embarrassed? It's okay, it's not shameful to like me."
A handsome face suddenly enlarged.
Song Yaoyao's eyelids twitched, and she punched it reflexively.
"I-"
Before the swear words came out, a scream was suddenly heard.
"Ah, my mother! Luo Xingguang! It's Luo Xingguang!"
"Where is where? Wuwuwu Luo Xingguang, I love you!!"
Luo Xingguang's face darkened in an instant, he covered his sore cheeks, turned his head and ran, not forgetting to drag Song Yaoyao along the way.
Poor Song Yaoyao's short legs, she felt like a kite with the other end of the string in Luo Xingguang's hand.
"Luo Xingguang! Luo Xingguang is there! Hurry up and chase after him!"
"Damn, are these people crazy?"
Luo Xingguang ran forward, passed by an empty classroom, suddenly dragged Song Yaoyao into hiding, and closed the door behind his back.
At the same time, like an earthquake outside, a group of girls roared past.
"Cough, cough, you—hmmmm!"
Song Yaoyao's tired face was flushed, and her breathing was difficult.
"Stinky girl, keep your voice down!"
Luo Xingguang's face was in severe pain, he hissed lightly, and tightly covered her mouth.
I didn't expect that he was not tall, but his strength was not small.
He raised his long legs, slammed onto the wall, and trapped Song Yaoyao in the middle.
Put your index finger up to your lips, "If you promise not to bark, I'll let you go, huh?"
Song Yaoyao nodded repeatedly, her eyelashes were wet.
Luo Xingguang relaxed his vigilance, thinking that Song Yaoyao agreed.
Little did they know that Song Yaoyao hated others threatening her the most in her life, and because of her physical problems in her previous life, she hated strenuous exercise the most.
That feeling of difficulty breathing is simply too annoying.
She patted her chest and breathed.
Luo Xingguang rubbed his cheeks angrily, "Stinky girl, do you know how valuable my face is? If it breaks it and affects my work, you will lose money, understand?"
Song Yaoyao silently looked at his face, licked her lips, and asked weakly, "How much does it cost to hit him?"
"Huh? Well..." Luo Xingguang rubbed his chin, thinking that he had frightened Song Yaoyao, and raised his eyebrows triumphantly, "It will cost tens of thousands."
As soon as he finished speaking, he lowered his head, and saw Song Yaoyao tearing off a towel next to him and wrapping it around his hand.
Luo Xingguang was stunned, "What are you doing—no shit!!"