Just when Ye Qingqian's hand was about to touch Ye Qingluo's bandaged wound.
Ye Qingluo suddenly shrank her arms back, blinking her flustered eyes: "Sister, I really can't touch it, I..."
With this shrinking, Ye Qingqian's hand clasping her wrist slipped down.
Ye Qingqian held it tightly, and with this slip, the things in Ye Qingluo's tight cuffs slipped out and fell into Ye Qingqian's hands.
Ye Qingqian was clasping Ye Qingluo's wrist tightly, but after Ye Qingluo broke free, her palm caught another soft thing.
Clenched subconsciously.
Immediately, a lump of yellow substance seeped out from the handkerchief, covering Ye Qingqian's hands.
It was sticky and yellow, and had a weird smell.
This visual impact... It looks like it's just... Rexiang.
Ye Qingqian's face suddenly turned black.
The messy and yellow lumps on her hands reminded her of the substances she saw when cleaning the hut a few days ago. During the cleaning process, she also inevitably got stained with those substances.
Immediately, the churning feeling in the stomach became more and more obvious.
The smile on her face couldn't hold back anymore.
The freshmen around saw the lump in Ye Qingqian's hand, all of them had ugly faces and wanted to laugh.
Someone else leaned on the wall and retched directly.
"Hey... big sister, I said you can't touch it, just look..."
On the contrary, Ye Qingluo, who was hiding the lump of yellow things, looked at Ye Qingqian complainingly, "This is the clay sculpture I managed to make when I played mud with the students of the Demon Class yesterday. , I still want to take it home and put it in my room!"
Mud
The freshmen stared at the ball in Ye Qingqian's hand with their eyes wide open, the corners of their mouths twitching.
There are also freshmen with tip-of-the-ear ears who hear the word "Devil's Class".
As expected of the so-called trash class, the Devil's class, the students train hard and study hard, and the students in the Devil's class compete to play mud
When all the freshmen thought of Ye Qingluo's performance in training, they felt pity in their hearts.
He is obviously a plastic talent, but he was assigned to the waste class and played in mud with a group of waste.
It just ruined Ye Qingluo.
"Sister, you broke my clay sculpture! You will pay me!" Ye Qingluo said aggrievedly as if she didn't notice the eyes of the people around her.
She is still wronged
She still wants to pay her back
Ye Qingqian's complexion was so colorful that he was so angry that he wanted to slap Ye Qingluo to death.
He put a lump of mud in his sleeves and pretended to be innocent. Ye Qingluo was just playing tricks on her!
Ye Qingluo blinked her charming eyes again, staring at the lump of yellow substance that Ye Qingqian was carrying stiffly, after a while, her face changed, she covered her nose and hid back: "Sister, you are like this, It feels like I caught a piece of flying... "
It's okay if you don't say it, but when you say it, the freshmen around who are holding back their laughter and feel disgusted can't help but burst out laughing.
"Ye Qingluo, you..." Ye Qingqian's face was full of hatred, he gritted his teeth and wanted to wipe the lump in his hand on Ye Qingluo's face.
But as soon as he raised his hand, Ye Qingluo took a few steps back with a disgusted look on his face.
And the yellow lump in her hand was already sticky.
After raising his hand, the sticky mud fell from his hand to the ground in small lumps.
It's more like a beach...
"Training time is coming soon, what are you all doing, you haven't lined up yet!"
Suddenly, a majestic and cold voice resounded like a bell throughout the freshmen training ground.