Bai Weiwei held her forehead, "You are so nauseous, Tong. I'm about to be shocked by your world-class pretentious performance."
The system resumed his expressionless expression, "You finally realize that I am numb to the contrived way of your cosmic level on this plane."
Bai Weiwei sighed: "I died so miserably."
The system is overjoyed: "Sorry."
Bai Weiwei: What kind of grudge does she have with the system
Because Bai Weiwei had a high fever, Song Yunhuan did not want her to continue the experiment.
It was to draw some blood from her, saying that she was going to pick up research.
But what happened to Song Yunhuan's coveted eyes when he was drawing blood
Bai Weiwei shuddered.
After she got better, Song Yunhuan said, "Where do you want to go on a date this time?"
Bai Weiwei looked at him puzzled.
Song Yunhuan rarely explained patiently, "I promise you, I will date you when you do an experiment, so every time you go through an experimental crisis, I will date you once."
Bai Weiwei felt that he really had the spirit of contract.
She smiled sweetly, "Song Yunhuan, you are so kind."
Song Yunhuan saw the smile on her face, her eyes were curved, and the smile was just right.
"Don't laugh like that," he said suddenly.
Bai Weiwei kept her smiling face suspiciously.
Song Yunhuan said coldly, "It's fake."
The smile that was trained just right, there is no feeling of happiness at all.
The smile on Bai Weiwei's face faded, she lowered her head, her bangs covered her eyes, and her whole body became gloomy.
Song Yunhuan didn't know why, but she could feel a sad atmosphere around her.
Just want to say something indifferently.
Bai Weiwei finally said, "I can't do anything but laugh like this."
Song Yunhuan only remembered that she was used to flattering people.
He said, "Forget it, laugh as much as you want."
Bai Weiwei reluctantly twitched the corners of her mouth, "Then let's go on a date."
Song Yunhuan nodded, then took out an orange-pink tutu skirt with a golden belt tied behind a big bow, full of dreamy colors.
"Put it on."
Bai Weiwei: "..."
Bai Weiwei, who was wearing a skirt, had a strike on her face.
She came from so many planes, and for the first time found that the strike was actually quite good.
At least you don't have to face Song Yunhuan's neurosis.
She was exhausted and exhausted.
In the city of doomsday, there is a kind of gray decadence.
Bai Weiwei followed Song Yunhuan to the school.
This dating address was chosen by Bai Weiwei, and Song Yunhuan followed indifferently.
Suddenly Bai Weiwei's footsteps quickened, and her skirt also flew up.
Song Yunhuan followed slowly.
Bai Weiwei ran to the playground where the students gathered when the freshmen entered the school.
She looked back at Song Yunhuan a little excitedly, "You know where were you when I first saw you?"
Song Yunhuan was not interested, "I don't know."
Bai Weiwei pointed to the place on the high platform, "There, there, at that time, you gave a speech on behalf of the freshman, because you were the top student in the college entrance examination."
Song Yunhuan remembered that he seemed to have given a speech on stage.
Bai Weiwei's eyes were bright, she didn't smile, but there was already a feeling of joy in her eyes.
"At that time, I thought, the top scorer in the college entrance examination, it's amazing. If it were me, I would never be able to become the top scorer in the college entrance examination in my life."
Song Yunhuan thought of her before, and nodded very honestly, "You really can't help it."
Bai Weiwei nodded embarrassedly, "I know, I'm still thinking, how could you choose this university, it's not the best after all."
Song Yunhuan told the truth, "closer to home."
Bai Weiwei: "..."