Huo Ningxi's back stiffened, then he grabbed the strap of his schoolbag and ran away.
The idiot stayed and was beaten by her!
Song Yaoyao got up a little late this time, and when she arrived at the playground, the students in class three had already run several laps.
The bright yellow sun rose from the sky, and the breeze was blowing.
Those teenagers running against the sun are full of youth and vigor.
"Here."
Someone handed over a stack of signed photos, Song Yaoyao took it, and sat down on the steps.
Flipping through it casually, "I thought you wouldn't sign it."
"How dare you? Of course I have to curry favor with the future great director."
The young man put his hands in his pockets. He was wearing a school uniform, and his black hair was blown up by the wind. His tone was playful, and his eyes were far away, looking at the playground.
"Pffff—"
Song Yaoyao was amused by him, and nodded solemnly, "Don't worry, when I'm filming, I will definitely choose you first."
"Hi-"
Luo Xingguang withdrew his gaze and turned to Song Yaoyao.
"I found out that you really don't know what it means to be low-key." He took out his mobile phone, called up the WeChat QR code, leaned down in front of Song Yaoyao, and blinked narrowly, "The other party requested a deal."
Song Yaoyao scanned the QR code slowly, "Accept the transaction."
The two-dimensional code jumps, she moves her little hand, and clicks on apply.
[I passed your friend verification request, now we can start chatting]
"Transaction complete!"
The two sides came and went, and when they finished speaking, they looked at each other and laughed.
"So you can joke, too." Luo Xingguang narrowed his eyes, looked at the gradually brightening sky, and curled his lips.
I thought it was a little old-fashioned who can only beat people, looks cute, but rarely jokes.
The third shift was almost finished, and Song Yaoyao was justifiably lazy.
She took out her mobile phone, only to realize that she hadn't replied to Meng Qiqi, but she sent Song Yaoyao several messages in a row.
Meng Qiqi: Baby
Meng Qiqi: [Kowtow · jpg] My dear, I am not mocking you! Think about it, I collected it with you at the time! I didn't receive it either!
Meng Qiqi: Just talk to me!
Meng Qiqi: [crying · jpg]
Song Yaoyao feels that this person is so talkative on the Internet, and he must be very talkative in reality.
But she didn't know that some people may be fighters among trolls on the Internet, but in reality, they are obedient boys who dare not do anything out of line.
She took a picture of the stack of signed photos and clicked send.
The other party was silent for a full minute, followed by countless exclamation points.
Meng Qiqi:! ! ! !
Meng Qiqi: Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah! !
Meng Qiqi: Am I dreaming? So many signatures!
Meng Qiqi: Wait... These autographed photos look familiar to me. Didn't they appear in my husband's Weibo post last night?
The other party's excitement was completely within Song Yaoyao's expectation.
A gleam flashed in her eyes, and she typed with her lips curled up.
Luo Xingguang looked at her, seeing her smile like this, always felt that she was planning something.
It's Yaoyao: Do you want to sign it
Meng Qiqi: I want to! Great idea!
Meng Qiqi: How much money, I broke my fortune to buy it! ! [lick jpg]
Luo Xingguang was curious about who she was chatting with, looked very happy, and casually looked over, unexpectedly saw it...
"It's your fanatic, why don't you talk to her?" Song Yaoyao shook her phone, smiling like a fox.
Luo Xingguang felt that she had malicious intentions.
Squinting, "What's the benefit?"
"Please drink milk tea."
Luo Xingguang snapped his fingers, took the phone, "deal!"